Under the gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pan, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao had no idea what Mr. Zhang's expression was. They could only look at him with a little trembling raised his right hand and tried to press it to his left chest.

However, this action was not completed. Old Zhang just pressed his palm against his clothes, stopped for two seconds, and then slipped down again.

His voice seemed to be a little hoarse, and his speech was as fast as ever:

"The brain control thing is simply that the mastermind behind the destruction of the old world hopes that humans will remain in this state and will never be able to rebuild a true civilization. So he secretly uses the brain wave instrument to control a large number of people, including the upper class of major forces, so that they will lose their enterprising spirit, forget their former ideals, no longer work hard for the revival of all mankind, and become degenerate people.

"Brain wave instruments were the culprits who brought about 'heartless disease'. Until today, they still play a role in many places, contributing to the mastermind behind the scenes to clear the humans who discovered secrets."

"However, many of the 'heartless' patients we have encountered are ordinary humans, and there is no possibility of discovering the secret of brain control." Even when facing the former veteran "Salvation Army" soldiers, the honest Shang Jianyao still refuted it if he should.

Mr. Zhang and others had obviously considered this issue, and had already thought of the reason, and answered without stuttering at all:

"You guys, you're so young, this is called confusing water!

"If you just clear people who know the secret of brain control, it is easy to find that something is wrong. Some ordinary people must also become 'unintentional' in order to confuse the water and make things seem less abrupt.

“In the old world, there is an old saying:

"The best way to hide a needle is to throw it into the sea."

"It's hard to find it out." The honest Shang Jianyao commented pertinently.

Old Zhang took a breath and said in his voice:

"Anyway, you can take advantage of the fact that you are not being controlled by your brain, and you can quickly find two aluminum pots to wear. You can also use an aluminum pot, an iron pot, a copper pot, or a stainless steel pot. Only in this way can you maintain your independent thinking and ideal purity, and not be corroded by a little bit of benefits.

"This is all learned from the past! How many 'Salvation Army' soldiers sacrificed their lives and shed their blood in order to save all mankind from birth and death, and were not afraid of anything. As a result, after the situation got better, they changed their quality.

"They are all brain-controlled!"

The more Mr. Zhang said, the more he felt sad.

"Yes, yes!" Shang Jianyao seemed to have found a soulmate, "It must be so, otherwise they would not have turned their backs on their former ideals and forgot their vows so easily."

They are all tempered in blood and fire without fading.

Jiang Baimian tried to interrupt the conversation between the two several times, but neither of them joined the communication between the elderly and the young.

Mr. Zhang focused his head so much that the aluminum pan on his head shook:

"It seems that although you have only been a few days ago, you have also seen some ugly phenomena.

"Well, Hong Guangming is the one who issued you a pass, right?"

"Yes." Shang Jianyao did not hide it.

Mr. Zhang waved his hand and became excited:

"I curse that old boy Hong Guangming once and once, and pointed at his nose and scolded him!

"When he was still under my hands, he was so simple and enthusiastic. When he saw a child with a wilderness wanderer who couldn't eat enough, he secretly divided his food in half.

"Once, we were surrounded by a group of people who only knew how to burn, kill, loot, and in order to cover the evacuation of the large army, he stood up and asked to cut off the rear, and almost died there.

"That's it, is he afraid? No! He still charges again and again. You have also seen that he has lost one arm and one leg one after another. Fortunately, we found and seized a lot of mechanical prosthetic limbs at that time, and people who are good at this surgery joined the team, so that he can survive to this day.

"Now, no one says he can eat enough, at least under normal circumstances, no one will starve to death, not to say he can wear it well, at least no one will be frozen to death, why did he become like this now?

"After I found out, I thought about it for a whole year but couldn't figure it out. Later, I learned the secret of brain control and put on this aluminum pot and then I understood it all at once.

"Why……"

"Oh." Shang Jianyao sighed.

It was rare to meet a soulmate, and Mr. Zhang finally became less vigilant. He thought for a while and said:

“Didn’t you want to ask us what suspicious people we met while walking around during martial law?

"Follow me to the nursing home and ask one by one."

Although he was still worried that Shang Jianyao and the others were trying to invade the spies within the anti-secret control organization, he thought of just taking them to ask some martial law-related matters without involving anything else, and he felt that there was no problem.

Jiang Baimian was delighted and was about to agree, Shang Jianyao said firmly:

"no?"

"Why?" The off-white aluminum pan covered Zhang Lao's puzzled and surprised expression.

Shang Jianyao replied sternly:

“It’s a time of martial law and we are not allowed to leave the hotel.

"You and your old comrades have the right to go out for a walk, but we don't. We cannot ignore the regulations because you are in front of us.

"What's the difference between that and the depraved person who uses his power to seek personal gain?"

At this moment, two words appeared in Jiang Baimian's mind:

A righteous body and a clean and honest man.

The word behind is actually not very consistent with the scene, but it matches the word before.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a few seconds and said:

"Good! If everyone in the new generation of the Salvation Army is like you, that would be great."

It may not be good for everyone to have mental illness... Jiang Baimian only felt that Mr. Zhang's words were full of complaints.

After a pause, Mr. Zhang took the initiative to say:

"Then I'll go back to the nursing home to help you ask, and then record the answers and take them to the hotel."

"Thank you." Jiang Baimian said hurriedly.

She thought for a while and added:

"By the way, I'll ask your old comrades what things you've encountered in the past three days. It's normal. Well, it doesn't matter if you don't pay attention to it. As long as it doesn't happen much in normal times, record it."

"It's very detailed." Mr. Zhang praised him with great knowledge.

He immediately said:

"I'll go back now and try to send the questions I asked before 10 o'clock in the evening."

Shang Jianyao waved his hand enthusiastically:

"It's a good journey!"

After watching Mr. Zhang disappear at another exit in the hotel parking lot, Jiang Baimian took Shang Jianyao to the small building on a normal route.

Hotel manager Shen Kang stood by the door and paced in place. When he saw the two of them coming in, he hurriedly asked:

"Her Old Zhang is gone?"

"Let's go." Shang Jianyao answered quite positively.

Shen Kang breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Zhang is confused and has war trauma syndrome, and he can no longer tell the difference between reality and illusion.

"Many of their generation have bad habits, some are drunk and have conservative views, just like they lived decades ago, and don't believe anything they say.

"Think about it, how normal can it be to trust brain control and wear an aluminum pot on your head every day?"

He was saying that there was something wrong with Mr. Zhang's mental illness.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao nodded in agreement.

Jiang Baimian looked at him in surprise and said nothing.

"You are still very sober." Chen Kang was very pleased.

Shang Jianyao immediately pointed at himself:

"I have mental problems, why do you believe it?"

"..." Chen Kang was immediately surrounded.

…………

In the evening, the radio announced the evacuation of the people tomorrow.

"If the nuclear warhead is taken away and sent to a certain force, I don't know what will happen..." Long Yuehong said with a little concern while looking forward to being able to leave Wubei early tomorrow morning.

The honest Gnava replied:

"There should be no significant difference from staying in the hands of the Salvation Army."

They all lack the ability to manufacture in large scale, and are likely to be used only for deterrence.

Shang Jianyao was about to join the discussion when he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the window:

"In the afternoon, that boy and girl, you have collected what you want!"

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other and opened the window. Sure enough, they found that Mr. Zhang was wearing the white-washed "Savior Army" black uniform and a gray-white deep-bottomed aluminum pan. He stood in the parking lot, holding a stack of paper in his hand, and kept shouting loudly.

In just a few strokes, the two of them "slowly descended" to Mr. Zhang.

"I asked one by one and recorded it on paper. Don't worry, there are no omissions, including myself."

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian hurriedly thanked him sincerely.

"You guys see what's wrong." Mr. Zhang handed out the paper.

Jiang Baimian took the material, took off the flashlight hanging from the armed belt around his waist, and browsed it on the spot.

The information recorded on the paper is in human order, and each person contains two parts: one is whether he has encountered suspicious people during martial law, and the other is what normal and rare things have been encountered in these three or four days.

Shang Jianyao came to Jiang Baimian and read down one by one with her.

"There is no effective information..." As soon as he finished writing, Shang Jianyao sighed disappointed.

Jiang Baimian didn't say much and turned his attention to the last page.

This page only records one person’s feedback, that is Mr. Zhang himself:

"Zhang: 1. I only met soldiers responsible for martial law along the way; 2. On the afternoon of the day before yesterday, a hotel guest's antihypertensive medicine was stolen and he was unable to take the medicine in time. He had a rapid attack on high blood pressure. The situation was very serious and he was sent to the hospital for two days."
Chapter completed!