Embers Ad Infinitum

Hearing the grocery store owner's answer, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao both cheered up, and the red light in Gnawa's eye sockets also flickered twice.

"Do you know which floor and room he lives on?" Jiang Baimian asked.

The boss who had been implanted with thoughts did not wonder what the "old tune team" was asking about in such detail. She shook her head and said:

"This man doesn't like to talk, and no one pays attention to him. If he hadn't come here often to buy things, I might not even remember such a man.

"I knew which unit he entered, but I don't know exactly which floor or room."

As he spoke, the grocery store owner stretched out his right hand and pointed to an entrance to the apartment opposite.

That is the corridor leading to Moore's house!

Sniper and Maul live in the same unit in the same apartment building!

This is in line with what Bai Chen said was convenient for monitoring at night.

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao looked at each other, and without asking any more questions, they left the grocery store and walked to the target unit of the target apartment.

They did not rush in to search, but stayed outside, looking up at the lights that were lit due to darkness.

"Sixteen human consciousnesses on the first floor." Shang Jianyao suddenly said.

"Sixteen groups of bioelectric signals from humans." Jiang Baimian did not turn his head, still staring ahead.

This means that there are sixteen people on the first floor, and no one has hidden consciousness.

"Seventeen human consciousnesses on the second floor." Shang Jianyao continued.

Jiang Baimian nodded:

"Quantitative agreement of bioelectrical signals."

In this way, the two quickly compared the data to confirm the situation.

Not long after, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao confirmed that all humans in this unit had not hidden their consciousness.

In other words, Shang Jianyao can influence hundreds of people at the same time without omission.

The next second, Shang Jianyao took out the blue and white loudspeaker from his tactical backpack and shouted to the unit:

"Dear residents, we are staff of the Electricity Safety Committee. We are here to check the circuit and wire conditions of this apartment today. Please open the door in time when you hear the knock on the door and cooperate with the work..."

After saying this, Jiang Baimian believed that no one in the unit would doubt the investigation of the "old investigation team", and the same went for the sniper and his companions.

She immediately turned her head and said to Gnawa:

"Old Ge, prepare the anesthetic bullets."

The goal of the "Old Tune Team" this time is to catch someone alive!

"Okay." Gnawa quickly adjusted the weapon configuration.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao entered the apartment immediately, followed by Jiang Baimian.

They knocked on the door from door to door, checking the condition of the circuits and wires in a decent manner, and at the same time observing whether the people in the house looked like the portraits given by Kitty.

In this way, the old tune team made it all the way to the top.

The first thing they knocked on was the room facing the stairs, which was also next door to Moore's house.

Bang bang bang!

"Check the meter, circuit, and wires!" Shang Jianyao shouted loudly while slapping the wooden door.

After seven or eight seconds, the door opened back.

The person who opened the door was a man in his mid-twenties. He had long, flaxen hair, and black eye bags that could not be concealed under his blue eyes. He was wearing brightly colored clothes and had an artistic temperament.

This obviously doesn't look like the sniper in the sketch.

"Why did you suddenly come to check the circuit wires at night?" the long-haired man asked slightly confused.

"Most people have to work during the day, and we can't get in even if we come." Shang Jianyao confidently walked past the man and walked into the room.

According to what he and Jiang Baimian felt, there were two people living here, and there was another person in the room who needed to be confirmed.

At a glance, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian could not see half of their figures. They only found two tree roots with rough skin and full of bulges and a stack of yellowish paper towels placed on the coffee table.

The corresponding human consciousness disappeared at some point.

According to the induction results of bioelectric signals, Jiang Baimian's eyes swept across the sofa beside the coffee table.

That person is there, but we can't see it... With a thought, she turned sideways and quietly gestured to Gnawa who followed him in.

Although Gnawa did not collect the corresponding visual signal, he still fully believed in Dabai. He suddenly raised his right arm and fired an anesthetic bullet at the place Jiang Baimian alluded to.

There was a snap, and a figure was outlined on the sofa.

This figure was wearing a black knee-length coat, his brown hair was cut very short, his yellow eyes were fixed with obvious astonishment, and his tall nose was slightly deformed. There was a rectangular black wooden box next to his right hand.

He is the sniper in the portrait!

At this time, an anesthetic bullet was inserted into his chest and abdomen, and his body bounced up like a conditioned reflex.

His companion, the long-haired man with an artistic temperament, followed suit.

At this moment, the two of them showed dejected expressions one after another, and gave up resistance one after another.

The long-haired man sighed and said:

"Decades of life have been like dreams and illusions. Things have come to this, and there is nothing more to say."

He sat down on a chair not far away, assuming a posture of surrender.

Shang Jianyao's "literary youth"!

After missing the best period of resistance, the sniper's eyes gradually became divergent, he quickly entered an anesthetic state, and collapsed on the sofa.

"Old Ge." Jiang Baimian motioned to Gnawa to guard the door and not let anyone get close.

Shang Jianyao smiled and said to the long-haired man:

"Don't worry, we just want to inquire about something and won't do anything to you.

"As long as you cooperate fully, I can guarantee that your lives will not be harmed. We have always had credibility in this regard."

The long-haired man looked in a daze and said:

"Sounds sincere."

Worth believing.

"You haven't been implanted with the idea that you will commit suicide if you ask about something, right?" Shang Jianyao confirmed "cautiously".

The long-haired man shook his head:

"No.

"Besides, under the current circumstances, even if we want to commit suicide, we probably won't be able to do it."

"It's good to know." Shang Jianyao smiled.

"What's your name?" Jiang Baimian entered the questioning state.

She did not intend to delay matters involving the Eighth Research Institute, fearing that something unexpected would happen if she delayed.

The long-haired man felt respected:

"My name is Murray."

He then pointed at his sleeping companion:

"His name is Benito."

Before Jiang Baimian could ask further, Shang Jianyao had already said:

"Why do you have to buy tissues every now and then?"

He exaggerated the grocer's claims.

Murray's mouth twitched, pointed at Benito and said:

"He used it."

"What do you say?" Shang Jianyao looked curious.

Murray obviously didn't want to answer this question, but he still cooperated:

"His price is that his sexual habits are different from ordinary people. He likes to rub himself on trees."

Abnormal sexual preference? From the "Doubleday" field... No wonder we couldn't see him just now... Jiang Baimian suddenly realized.

Part of the abilities in the "Doubleday" domain involve the manipulation of vision.

This would also explain why Benito was able to leave the Mining Federation building without "witnesses."

Shang Jianyao said "Oh", pointed to the two tree roots on the coffee table and said:

“I thought you were a root carving artist, but it turns out he’s the one using it!”

Murray shrugged:

“My hobby is reading.

"Actually, I can understand why he has such a hobby. On the one hand, it is caused by the price he paid, and on the other hand, it is also affected by certain experiences in childhood and adolescence. You should know that many boys like to climb trees. , the first time is often handed over like this.”

Jiang Baimian felt that the topic was getting more and more biased, and quickly brought it back on track:

"Are you from the Eighth Research Institute?"

"Yes." Murray admitted frankly.

"Your ability is to read and delete memories?" Shang Jianyao looked curious.

"No." Murray shook his head, "The person who can delete memories on a large scale will only come to Gerstberg when he is involved in large-scale material transactions. Normally, these small things will not arouse suspicion, and there is no need to hand over the follow-up information. If an outsider does it, there is no risk of revealing the identity.”

"Are these little things done through Moore?" Jiang Baimian asked.

Murray nodded slightly:

"There are very few people like him in Gerstberg who can do a lot without drawing attention to themselves."

Jiang Baimian thought for a few seconds and asked bluntly:

"Where is the headquarters of your Eighth Research Institute?"

"I don't know." Murray laughed. "No one who can be sent out knows the specific location. When we need to return to the headquarters, we will communicate the meeting place and time in advance, and then someone will come to pick us up. Our eyes were blindfolded and our ears were blocked along the way.”

Regarding Murray's answer, Jiang Baimian was not disappointed at all, because the previous special correspondent of the Eighth Research Institute had already told the "old tune team" the details in this regard.

From this, Jiang Baimian believed that the Eighth Research Institute must have strict rules and regulations on similar matters.

She asked calmly:

"So, when will you return to headquarters?"

Murray was silent for a while, and then whispered after a while:

"Maul is dead. We should be recalled soon."