Embers Ad Infinitum

Long Yuehong reached out and picked up the paper and browsed it quickly:

"Bag No. 1 is for Johnny's wife.

"Bag No. 2 is for Donovan's parents.

“Bag No. 3 to John Leese’s son.

"Bag No. 4 is for Imoen's family."

This is a simple allocation scheme.

Long Yuehong took the piece of paper, walked back to Waite, and squatted down.

Bai Chen, who had reported the situation to Jiang Baimian, shook his head at him:

"It can't be saved."

Even if Waite is injected with a non-cardinal biological agent now, given his massive blood loss and the lack of adequate blood supply, it will only be able to keep him going for two or three minutes longer, which is of little significance.

The non-cards carried by the "Old Tune Team" were originally limited and could not be wasted, so Bai Chen naturally did not want to waste them.

Long Yuehong felt a little sad for a moment when she thought of Waite's timid and cautious appearance in the ruins.

He hurriedly said to Waite:

"Do you want us to help you bring this harvest to your companion's family?"

After hearing these words, Waite's face, whose eyes were already distracted, actually glowed a little.

He nodded with great difficulty, making an inaudible sound in his throat.

Long Yuehong lowered her head and leaned over, finally hearing clearly what Waite was saying.

"Thank you... thank you..." Waite's voice stopped suddenly and his head tilted to one side.

Long Yuehong stared at it for a few seconds and let out a long sigh.

He stood up slowly and checked the room with Bai Chen. From Waite's luggage, he found five small cloth bags, four of which were labeled, from one to four.

Each bag contains a lot of gold jewelry, special alloys and folded technical information. Except for the one without labels, the weights are almost the same.

The one without labels contains the least amount of items.

"He should have sorted this out after he came back." Long Yuehong sighed, "He never thought that he would 'commit suicide' at that time."

Bai Chen looked around, without responding to his companion's emotion, and simply said:

"No clues."

Long Yuehong looked back at Waite's body and the large pool of blood, and sighed again.

…………

Where the "old tune team" parked, the surviving Wang Fugui, Gray, Jiang Baimian and others gathered together.

——Felinton also committed suicide, hanging himself with a belt.

"Why is it that only Waite, Fals and Felinton committed suicide, but nothing happened to us?" Long Yuehong expressed confusion about this.

If nothing happened to the "Old Tune Team", he would have suspected whether Wang Fugui or Gray was causing trouble.

The next second, Shang Jianyao answered Long Yuehong’s question:

"Why do you think there's nothing wrong with us?"

Long Yuehong was horrified when she heard this. She glanced left and right and found that everyone had solemn expressions on their faces.

Except for Gnawa.

He has no expression.

Is this because we haven't had time to get into trouble? But, when did we get affected, there were no signs at all... Long Yuehong exhaled to calm down the turmoil in her heart.

After a long time, Jiang Baimian sighed:

"It is indeed the ruins of Wasteland No. 13..."

In the whole thing, except for being affected a little bit at the beginning, which caused them to conduct two more explorations, at other times, Jiang Baimian thought that he had done a good enough job, leaving no loopholes and avoiding all imaginable risks, but Even so, they walked toward "death" unknowingly.

If the deaths of Waite, Fals and Felinton had not awakened them, no one could tell what would have happened to them now.

"None of us have entered the one kilometer range of the radio station." Bai Chen was equally puzzled.

The company gave very accurate figures.

Wang Fugui and Gray looked at each other and slowly shook their heads, saying that they did not realize when they were influenced by Wu Meng.

After all, none of them heard the suggestion of suicide.

Shang Jianyao clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm:

"I see!"

Wang Fugui and Gray looked at him suddenly, with subconscious expectation.

Jiang Baimian was also looking forward to seeing what unusual reasons this guy could come up with.

That might give her some inspiration.

Shang Jianyao said seriously:

“Within a certain range, all electronic products that can still be used are Wu Meng’s clones.

“As we explore, he’s always with us, everywhere.”

Jiang Baimian was slightly surprised when he heard:

"Maybe……"

She remembered that she sensed an electric current coming from a loudspeaker in a roadside shopping mall.

"He quietly influenced us through those electronic products. He didn't need to use words to induce him?" Gray didn't believe it too much.

Judging from Wu Meng's previous performance, in addition to speaking a "Tao" at the beginning, he also needs to rely on language to complete the final manipulation.

"It's not impossible. That method is more subtle and the effect won't be that obvious. It takes time and effort to achieve what Wu Meng wants." Wang Fugui said after considering.

Jiang Baimian immediately added:

"That's why he used words to lure us into the ruins again and again."

"This..." Long Yuehong suddenly felt like things were connected.

Bai Chen looked at the tactical backpack behind Jiang Baimian and said as if he understood something:

"That newspaper also deliberately left clues for us, wanting us to go to the ruins again?

“A large number of us are not affected enough to reach the critical point of suicide, so we need to strengthen the effect?”

"This explanation is very reasonable." The more Long Yuehong thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

Because outsiders were present, Gnawa remained silent and did not participate in the discussion on his own initiative.

After Wang Fugui listened, he thought for a while and said:

"Actually, I have another guess about why we are fine."

"What is it?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

Wang Fugui looked around, his expression gradually becoming solemn:

"I am a member of a religious organization, and Gray seems to be too. We were both blessed by different religious groups, so we didn't commit suicide.

"You must also be some devout believers. I saw it when we first entered the cave. But Waite and Fals are relatively pure relic hunters. They believe in a little of everything and not much in anything. .”

He didn't know much about Felintong and didn't make any comments, but judging from his relationship with the Mirror Sect, he didn't think he was a devout believer.

While Jiang Baimian was laughing, Shang Jianyao took out the "Picture of the Blessings of the Heavens":

"Do you want to ask whether we believe in 'Yougu', 'Si Ming', 'The Last Man', 'Double Sun', 'Broken Mirror', 'Bodhi', 'Golden Scales', or the 'Scorching Gate'?"

The expressions of Wang Fugui and Gray instantly became weird and complicated, as if they had never met such people before.

Shang Jianyao put away the paper and asked sincerely:

"What is your family's communion?"

Wang Fugui subconsciously replied:

“Various ways to prepare gallbladder and spinach.”

Shang Jianyao did not ask what sect they belonged to or who they believed in, but looked directly at Gray, which made Wang Fugui feel inexplicably insulted.

Gray hesitated and said:

"It's not convenient to tell outsiders."

"You won't be able to recruit believers like this." Shang Jian Yao said earnestly.

He successfully deflected the topic, and almost no one paid attention to Wu Meng's influence.

Gray tightened his clothes and stopped responding to Shang Jianyao.

Jiang Baimian promptly smoothed things over:

"There is another possibility. The three people who died just excerpted the contents of the newspaper and did not take any photos."

She looks for commonalities and differences.

"But I also excerpted some content when I went back, so that I can read it easily..." Wang Fugui didn't quite agree with this, "If some people have read the newspaper and some haven't, then it's understandable. The equipment and locations that can take pictures, They are all in the camp, far away from Wu Meng, and are unlikely to be affected."

Jiang Baimian nodded gently:

"really.

"Anyway, you should be careful in the future. It is best to find someone to accompany you for a while, well, at least half a month."

As for the "old tune team", this task must be given to Gnawa.

Wang Fugui and Gray did not dare to be careless about this, and one after another expressed that they really wanted to do this.

After watching them leave, Jiang Baimian looked at Long Yuehong:

"Do you want to help Waite give those harvests to the corresponding people?"

Fars's relics were handled by Wang Fugui and Gray, who were familiar with him, and Felinton's belongings were handed over to a friend of his in the camp.

"Yeah." Long Yuehong nodded lightly without explaining why he wanted to do this.

He immediately raised a difficult point:

"However, Waite did not write down the addresses of those people or his own family members, and there were no useful clues in the items left behind. I have no idea where to look."

"Waite's accent belongs to the First City, and his companions most likely do the same." Jiang Baimian briefly recalled, "We can go to the guild in the First City to issue tasks. There should be many ruin hunters who know them and are familiar with them."

After communicating this matter, Jiang Baimian said to Gnawa:

"During this period, you pay attention to every move we make unconsciously, and wait until you finish visiting Xiao Chong before deciding whether to continue."

"Okay." Gennava agreed.

Jiang Baimian immediately said to other members of the group:

"Take turns to rest. Laoge works harder and leaves tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Long Yuehong walked towards Jeep still a little uneasy, and the others also had no objections.

…………

Early the next morning, the five members of the "Old Adjustment Team" who found no abnormalities got into their cars and drove to the entrance of the camp.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out and blocked in front of their car.

This figure has gray temples and is quite old. He is the owner of the camp hotel.

"What happened?" Jiang Baimian pressed down the car window and asked solemnly.

Could it be that something happened to Wang Fugui and Gray?

The hotel owner sighed and said:

"You kicked down four doors, so you have to pay some money. You can't just leave like this."

He has lived long enough to dare to open a hotel in the forward camp. Apart from being somewhat capable, he is not too afraid of death.

"..." The four members of the "Old Tune Group" were all a little dull for a while.

Only Shang Jianyao suddenly realized it and took out the coins on his body with a guilty look on his face.

After this episode, the two cars drove down the mountain and returned to the original city.

Almost a quarter of an hour later, as soon as Wang Fugui returned to the room after doing morning exercises, he was blocked by the hotel owner and asked for the door repair fee.