Long Yuehong was just about to look at the information a few more times when the lights in the room suddenly went out.
"Is it time for the power outage?" Jiang Baimian turned her wrist to check her electronic watch and found that it was already 8:40.
She immediately smiled:
"This is much more humane than the company."
Within "Pangu Biology," if they said the streetlights would go out at 9:00 PM sharp, they wouldn't delay it until 9:01 PM, unlike now, when they were already more than ten minutes overtime.
"Does being humane mean that the management is relatively loose?" Bai Chen tried hard to understand the team leader's subtext.
Jiang Baimian "Mmm"ed:
"There are good and bad sides, and the specific situation needs to be specifically analyzed."
"That's the same as saying nothing," Shang Jianyao seriously commented.
Then he added:
"I was afraid Bai Chen would be too embarrassed to say that."
"Wow, how considerate," Jiang Baimian was already used to Shang Jianyao's similar performances, and just rolled her eyes at him.
She immediately said:
"Let's all rest, we've been busy from morning till night today, and we have to do serious business tomorrow."
"Yes, Team Leader!" Long Yuehong replied loudly subconsciously.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian smiled, slightly helpless:
"You don't have to be so formal. Do you want the whole building to know that we're together, and that we have a team leader structure?
"Hehe, it's okay, just pay attention, different environments have different requirements."
Fortunately, the power outage had just happened, bringing a lot of noise and commotion, completely covering up the small movements here.
Following the previous arrangement, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong went into the room facing the courtyard.
This way, if something really happened, Bai Chen could take Long Yuehong to jump into the courtyard at the first moment and return to the jeep, while Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao both had extraordinary sensing abilities, which could effectively prevent accidents from the street.
"Do you sleep on the top bunk, or do I sleep on the top bunk?" After watching Bai Chen and Long Yuehong leave, Jiang Baimian pointed to the bunk bed in the room.
"You," Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation.
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked with a smile:
"Are you worried that getting up at night will affect me?"
"I ate a lot today," Shang Jianyao said sincerely.
"That's fine too," Jiang Baimian suddenly remembered something, "Don't challenge the Disease Island tonight, we have to do serious business tomorrow, so get a good rest."
"Okay," Shang Jianyao didn't hesitate.
"You can still tell the priorities," Jiang Baimian said with a smile of praise.
As she spoke, she walked to the table by the window and glanced outside.
The entire South Street and East Street were pitch black, and even the streetlights no longer emitted light.
Some places in West Street still had a glow, like lighthouses in the dark; North Street was brightly lit, as if a galaxy had fallen to the ground.
"It's really clearly defined..." Jiang Baimian sighed, took off her coat, and climbed to the upper bunk.
Not long after she and Shang Jianyao lay down, they suddenly heard a few crisp gunshots.
This came from West Street.
After a few bangs, the night became calm again, and the dynamic and enthusiastic music from West Street continued unabated, without any impact.
Clap clap clap, Shang Jianyao suddenly applauded.
"What are you applauding for?" Jiang Baimian was too lazy to guess what Shang Jianyao wanted to express, and asked directly.
"They have real spirit," Shang Jianyao replied with a bit of longing.
"Maybe this is Weed City," Jiang Baimian closed her eyes and slowly cultivated sleepiness.
Not long after, a burst of noise erupted at the city gate not far from them, mixed with a few gunshots.
"Why is someone shooting here too?" Long Yuehong, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, asked Bai Chen with worry and curiosity.
He chose the lower bunk because Bai Chen was good at sniping, and could better monitor the movements in the yard from a higher place.
"Those vagrants who can't enter the city during the day want to break in at night," Bai Chen guessed based on her own knowledge and the current environment, "Then, the guards shot."
Long Yuehong listened with a rather complicated mood, feeling sorry for the vagrants who were waiting to die in the cold winter night, and also feeling that the guards' shooting was a legitimate act and did not make any mistakes.
This reminded him of a saying, a saying that the employees who had served in the security department for a long time inside "Pangu Biology" liked to say the most:
"This damn world!"
After the commotion at the city gate subsided, Long Yuehong quickly forced himself to fall asleep.
Just then, he heard some sounds of moaning from upstairs or the floor above.
And in other buildings, similar movements were heard, echoing faintly in the yard.
Long Yuehong was no stranger to this, after all, the soundproofing in the places where ordinary employees of "Pangu Biology" lived was not that good.
This made him a little blushing - the current difference from the past was that there was a woman sleeping on his upper bunk.
After a while, the moaning sounds subsided one after another, and Long Yuehong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But after a few minutes, the chanting started again.
Almost at the same time, a sharp scolding erupted:
"Get out!
"You want a second time after only giving two steamed buns? Have you no shame?"
Long Yuehong was a little stunned, and stammered after a while:
"What, what's going on?"
"Prostitute," Bai Chen replied concisely.
Inside "Pangu Biology," this was a non-existent profession, and Long Yuehong only knew what it meant through textbooks and dictionaries.
"Ah, this..." Long Yuehong was stunned at first, and then defended himself, "I thought people on the surface were busy surviving..."
"This is a way of survival itself," Bai Chen said without any contempt, "And the greater the survival pressure, the more they will seek release in this regard."
She paused and added two sentences:
"In Weed City, there are too many outsiders, too many relic hunters, they wander on the Grey Earth all year round, and haven't touched a woman for weeks or even months.
"In this regard, female relic hunters are much better. As long as they are willing, there are many candidates, and they may even earn some supplies, but they also have to consider whether they will be infected with diseases, or whether they will get pregnant. These are things that a female relic hunter can easily ruin herself with."
Long Yuehong listened quietly, wanting to say something, but finally turned into a sigh.
The night flowed at a constant speed between calm and unrest, and by the time Long Yuehong woke up in the middle of the night, the whole city had fallen asleep at some point.
At 7:30, the sky was just getting light, darkness was still the master of the earth, and the streets were already bustling.
Many shops had opened their doors and were selling breakfast.
Among them, the most popular were several shops selling cornbread, with cheap enough being their characteristic.
Some shops even only sold charcoal-heated water, 1 Kas per cup, specially prepared for relic hunters who were choked by eating cornbread.
ββTap water also costs money.
"So dry..." Shang Jianyao commented after eating two yellow cornbreads in a row.
This kind of cornbread costs 5 Kas each, and two costs 1 Delas.
Jiang Baimian, who was picking up her water bag, rolled her eyes at Shang Jianyao:
"No one is urging you, why are you eating so fast?"
"Re-experiencing the feeling of being in the 'Hungry Ghost Path'," Shang Jianyao explained seriously after gulping down the water.
"Are you trying to say that if you adapt to this eating method first, you can try to squeeze out a few extra seconds after being hit by the 'Hungry Ghost Path' when you encounter Jingfa?" Jiang Baimian asked back with some understanding.
"Better safe than sorry, more calculation is better than less calculation," Shang Jianyao nodded.
"...You're repeating again!" Jiang Baimian first felt that these words sounded familiar, and then remembered that she had said them.
She turned around and smiled:
"Actually, isn't it better to prepare some easy-to-swallow food?"
"You can't predict when you will encounter Jingfa," Shang Jianyao hung the water bag back on his armed belt.
"You can always keep it on your body and not eat it," Jiang Baimian retorted, "But well, you shouldn't be able to meet Jingfa Zen Master in Weed City, there are so many women here, he can't control himself at all."
As she spoke, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao walked along the street road towards the central square, targeting the Hunter's Guild.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were slowly eating breakfast, not in a hurry to catch up.
After walking dozens of meters, Jiang Baimian saw a man wearing a wide-brimmed round hat hurrying out of the alley.
Suddenly, she stretched out a hand, stopped Shang Jianyao, and turned her gaze to the building opposite.
Bang!
After a gunshot, the man wearing the wide-brimmed round hat fell to the ground, with red and white splattering everywhere.
The whole street instantly fell into a state of solidification, losing its sound.
After a few seconds, screams and shouts rang out one after another, rising and falling.
Patrolmen of Weed City carrying submachine guns rushed to the building where the bullet was fired.
They were sticking to the corresponding streets to prevent themselves from being shot as well.
"Still professional..." Jiang Baimian commented very calmly.
She had just noticed that the gunman was on the rooftop terrace.
Shang Jianyao sighed inexplicably:
"Pity..."
"Pity what?" Jiang Baimian asked with slight doubt.
"After passing another island, it should have been possible to prevent him from pulling the trigger," Shang Jianyao replied with regret.
Jiang Baimian looked at the width of South Street and the height of the building, and nodded slightly:
"If the gunman is on the fourth floor of these rows, it's not impossible."
The width of South Street is about five or six meters, and a three-story building is about ten meters high. Adding the height of the windowsill, the Pythagorean theorem can be used to simply calculate that if the sniper is on the fourth floor and roughly parallel to the two, then the straight-line distance from Shang Jianyao is between twelve and thirteen meters, which is just within the range of the Awakened's ability of "missing hand movements."
But the fifth floor and the rooftop are beyond the boundary.
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to respond, Jiang Baimian smiled thoughtfully:
"I was a little ignoring this ability before.
"In a city with many obstacles, in an environment mainly based on street fighting, the role it can play should be greater than I expected."
Especially in Weed City, where buildings are generally not high.
"Pity..." Shang Jianyao sighed again.
"Are you pitying that there are no enemies now for you to try?" Jiang Baimian asked back, quite understanding.
"Mmm," Shang Jianyao nodded honestly.
Jiang Baimian didn't say anything to him, but only solemnly reminded him:
"This place is also suitable for most Awakened."
Here, the distance between people will be significantly compressed by buildings.