Chapter 362: Coal Residue
Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao and saw his face filled with anticipation. She deliberated and said, âIf we are invited, we can consider participating.â
She spoke with a measured tone, using the word âconsider.â The outcome of the consideration depended on the situation and subsequent developments.
Shang Jianyao nodded in satisfaction and didnât ask any further.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were indeed a little exhausted after the ups and downs. Therefore, they walked to their different bedrooms.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian exhorted them, âDonât close the door.â
âHuh?â Long Yuehong was momentarily confused.
Jiang Baimian smiled and explained, âIâm afraid that there will still be some residual effects left on you. I have to pay attention to your condition at all times. If you feel that you wonât be able to sleep under our occasional gazes, you can choose to undergo Destiny Pearlâs clean-sweeping.â
Shang Jianyao looked at Long Yuehong, and his tone gradually turned sinister. âIâm afraid that you would suddenly raise your hands and strangle yourself while sleeping...â
âYouâve watched too much Old World entertainment!â Long Yuehong said, but he didnât dare not take precautions against such a situation. Without any scruples, he opened the bedroom door a little wider.
After he and Bai Chen fell asleep, Jiang Baimian stood up and said to Shang Jianyao and Genava, âLetâs study the things we gathered at the scene first.â
As she spoke, she took out the small envelope containing the cigarette butt and placed it on the dining table.
The room rented by the Old Task Force in the Red Wolf Zone had a total of three bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom. It wasnât cheap, but they werenât stingy with money in this regard due to their budget.
Genava also took out a pile of items that had been categorized and scanned them with the red glow in his eyes.
âWhatâs this?â Shang Jianyao swaggered over and sat down before picking up a container.
There were two black granules in the container.
âIâve analyzed it. It should be coal residue.â Genava also pulled a chair over and slowly sat down.
Of course, he considered the old chairâs weight limits and let his feet share some of the weight.
âWhere did you find it?â Jiang Baimian also sat down.
Genava explained in detail, âSeveral footprints were found on shrubs and rocks. These were extracted from the surfaces.
âThis too.â He pushed out another container.
Inside the container was charred black soil. It looked ordinary and nothing special.
Without waiting for Jiang Baimian to ask, Genava explained the reason. âIt is darker than the soil in the forest, and it is different from the soil in the southern suburbs. Furthermore, Iâve detected a slight amount of radiation. After comparison, thereâs a 95% chance that it comes from the wastelands on the Red Riverâs north bank.â
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully. âIn other words, Father really left the city and went to the North Shore after changing his shoes recently... How did he step on the coal residue?â
As she muttered to herself, she recalled some of the phenomena she had observed while wandering First City.
Green Olive Zone often suffered from power outages, and the price of electricity wasnât low. Therefore, the lower-class citizens and slaves preferred to use coal residue to create âpancakesâ with holes. They used low-quality charcoal and cheap firewood to start a fire, cook, and keep warm.
This resulted in there being many coal pancake factories on many streets near the Red River in the Green Olive Zone. If one passed by those areas, there was a high chance of stepping on some coal residue.
Similarly, the coal factory on the Red Riverâs north bank and the factory district in First Cityâs western suburbs had a similar environment.
âThere are too many possibilities,â Jiang Baimian replied. âThe greatest possibility is that the real Father recently passed by a coal factory on the Red Riverâs north bank.â
Genava added, âWe canât rule out the possibility that the real Father got it while in the Green Olive Zone. There are many low-class citizens who are part-time Ruin Hunters here. They often enter and exit the North Shoreâs wastelands, so itâs normal for them to bring back some soil unconsciously. Iron Medallion Street isnât too far from the port.â
It was the same for the coal pancake factories.
âYou mean that the real Father stepped on it while monitoring us?â Jiang Baimian easily understood Genavaâs meaning.
Genava moved his metal neck up and down. âItâs a possibility.â
âThereâs another possibility,â Shang Jianyao said quickly.
âWhat is it?â Jiang Baimian wanted to see what magical train of thought this fellow had. It might give her inspiration.
Shang Jianyao said seriously, âThe real Father might be working at a coal factory in the North Shore wastelands.â
â...â Jiang Baimian was first speechless before she laughed. âHas the Anti-intellectualism Church developed to the point of needing a quasi-high-ranking parishioner like Father to provide for the believers who have given up on thinking?â
âThe real Fatherâs health might be poor because he works too hard.â Shang Jianyao further inferred.
Jiang Baimian imagined the scene and tried her best not to laugh out loud. The real Fatherâs mysterious and dangerous image temporarily collapsed.
Jiang Baimian, Genava, and Shang Jianyao discussed for a while with regards to what the coal residue and scorched soil could represent. However, they didnât obtain a clear direction for investigation. They could only decide on finding time to visit the suspected locations later.
Jiang Baimian looked at the other containers and frowned. âWe were saying that the real Father mightâve been monitoring us. Otherwise, he wouldnât have been able to grasp Little White and Little Redâs whereabouts accurately, nor could he have found them in time and âhypnotizedâ them. However, Iâve thought it through, and I donât think weâd exposed our tracks.
âWe paid attention during every segment. We didnât directly investigate the manorâs surroundings. When we returned, we seriously completed the necessary anti-tracking procedures, regardless of whether we sensed anything. Our vehicleâs appearance is relatively common, so it canât be considered unique... With my, your, and Shang Jianyaoâs senses and reconnaissance abilities, could we really be secretly followed by the real Father without noticing it?
âThe real Father will at most know from Shen Kuiâs memories that a few of us are investigating the Zhao family manor and will figure out from the spies in Weed City as to who sabotaged his business back then.â
Shang Jianyao raised another possibility. âMaybe the one following us is an Anti-intellectualism Church powerhouse at the Mind Corridor level. Their perception range is larger than ours. They might even be able to remember the characteristics of different consciousnesses and complete the tracking from afar.â
Jiang Baimian felt like laughing. âIn theory, yes. However, is it necessary for an Awakened at the Mind Corridor level to do so? Couldnât they just launch a sudden attack?â
At this point, Jiang Baimian exclaimed because she recalled Genavaâs existence.
With such a smart bot around, an Awakened at the Mind Corridor level might not be effective. They might even be beaten up.
After all, abilities that could affect robots werenât common.
Jiang Baimian added, âWhat I mean is that most Awakened abilities are bizarre, strange, and difficult to guard against. At the Mind Corridor level, they can completely toy with us without showing themselves, preventing Old Ge from even discovering the enemy. He can only watch us be affected and face danger.
âIf they donât want to ruin the matter of infighting in First City, they shouldâve personally intervened in the future instead of letting the real Father make the attempt, thereby making us vigilant.â
âThis might be their price.â Shang Jianyao pointed at his head. âTheir train of thought is abnormal.â
They discussed for a long time and didnât come up with a reasonable explanation. They could only continue examining the clues they had gathered from the scene to see what they could find.
âThereâs no conclusive evidence.â Jiang Baimian sighed and said, âI can only hope that chemical tests of the cigarette butt will come up with something.â
She planned on using the companyâs intelligence system to find a trustworthy laboratory to complete it without letting the Anti-intellectualism Church discover it to the greatest extent.
In the subsequent hours, the three of them revised and wrote introductory Ashlandic textbooks with the information they had previously printed.
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen woke up at three in the afternoon and joined their ranks. They worked until evening.
âWhat are we eating?â Long Yuehong put away the papers on the table and raised this eternal question.
âNoodles?â Jiang Baimian deliberated and said, âAfter a few days in First City, I suddenly have a craving for noodles.â
Bai Chen doused her enthusiasm. âThere are very few places in First City that sell noodles unless you go to the streets where Ashlandics gather. However, most of them are in the Green Olive Zone.â
âWe have flour; we can make it ourselves,â Genava said.
âAlright.â Shang Jianyao was excited.
Before long, the four carbon-based humans from the Old Task Force surrounded the dining table and watched Genava tie a white cloth around himself to act as an apron. He skillfully and accurately kneaded the flour, kneading it into dough before slicing it into noodles.
Although the entire process wasnât pleasing to the eye, it was definitely smooth and natural.
âHow impressive.â Long Yuehong praised Genava.
The red light in Genavaâs eyes flickered twice. âI previously downloaded some cooking videos in Tarnan to make myself more like a human. I didnât expect them to come in handy today.â
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Shang Jianyao clapped for Chef Genava.
Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment and decided to applaud to boost Old Geâs confidence. At this moment, Bai Chen was already clapping.
The only one who didnât move was Jiang Baimian. She seemed to be in deep thought.
Shang Jianyao immediately waved his hand in front of her eyes.
Jiang Baimian snapped to her senses and deliberated before saying, âI just thought of a place that might put us in the sights of the Anti-intellectualism Churchâs attention.â
âWhere?â Bai Chen and Long Yuehong asked in unison.
Jiang Baimianâs expression gradually turned solemn. âGeneral Phocasâs manor.â
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