The information provided by Zhang Lao reminded Jiang Baimian of her group's analysis regarding the nuclear warhead.
One possibility was that the person who received the nuclear warhead in Wubei failed to send it out of the city in time due to some accident, and was trapped here by the state of martial law. Seeing that the "Salvation Army" was about to find him, he had to take a risk, hijacked the broadcast, and designed a "game" in the hope of quietly leaving in the evacuating crowd.
At that time, several members of the "Old Task Force" speculated about what kind of accident it might be. Some were inclined to believe that the target's real identity had encountered something, causing him to be unable to escape for a while. Some thought that he belonged to a powerful Awakened, and by chance, he was "hit" by his weakness, forcing him to spend two or three days to recover. Others believed that the problem lay in the middle link, such as the person connecting the defector and the hijacker of the broadcast contracting "Apathy Disease" not long after receiving the nuclear warhead, or suffering a sudden cerebral hemorrhage or heart attack, failing to deliver the nuclear warhead in time, causing the hijacker of the broadcast to spend two or three days reconnecting the broken "line".
Now, someone being sent to the hospital for two days due to a sudden onset of illness because his antihypertensive medicine was stolen perfectly matched the second situation. Of course, applying the third one also made logical sense.
In a flash of thought, Jiang Baimian was overjoyed, feeling like her group might have caught the fox's tail:
The theft of antihypertensive medicine in Wubei was definitely a rare occurrence, seldom happening normally, but it happened in the two days before martial law.
And this directly led to someone's illness, being sent to the hospital, and staying there for two days.
Jiang Baimian looked at Zhang Lao, who was wearing a gray-white deep aluminum pot, and smiled calmly:
"I roughly looked through it and didn't find any particularly valuable clues.
"But clues are often unremarkable when placed there alone, and only shine when they accumulate.
"Zhang Lao, don't worry, we will work closely with the Public Security Management Committee to gather more intelligence and find useful clues."
Zhang Lao, whose black uniform had been washed until it was faded, flew into a rage upon hearing this:
"What do I have to worry about?
"If I were worried, many people would scold me for meddling too much, sticking my nose into other people's business, and being unwilling to relinquish power!
"Do whatever you want, just don't bother me!"
Just like what the hotel manager said, a bit irritable and easily angered... Jiang Baimian muttered in her heart.
However, she didn't think that Zhang Lao didn't care about the nuclear warhead.
If he really didn't care, why would he go to the trouble of helping ask people and collecting such a stack of information?
If he really didn't care, he would have relied on his status, pulled in his relatives and comrades, and evacuated from Wubei in advance.
At this moment, the honest Shang Jianyao asked:
"If there are any gains, you don't need to be told?"
Zhang Lao waved his hand, and after two seconds, he said angrily:
"If I don't need to be told, then I don't need to be told!
"I'm going back to the sanatorium!
"You remember to get aluminum pots to wear, you can't be so careless again!"
"Okay, okay." Shang Jianyao, who liked to sing and dance and sought novelty, was not only not repulsed by wearing aluminum pots, but was eager to try it.
After Zhang Lao left, Shang Jianyao turned his head and said to Jiang Baimian:
"I didn't see the last two pages too clearly, let me take another look."
So you really didn't see clearly, I thought you noticed that information like me but pretended not to notice anything... Jiang Baimian hung up the flashlight, folded the paper, and said in a tone that it didn't matter whether she looked at it or not:
"Let's look at it when we get back, it's dark here."
Wubei had a nuclear power plant for power supply, and there was a large hydropower station upstream of the Yuelin River that was relatively well maintained, so the power shortage was not serious, but this was only relative. After all, this was an important industrial base of the "Salvation Army", so the parking lot area of the "Gray Earth Hotel" had street lights installed, but not many, and the lighting was not good. Jiang Baimian had to rely on the light of the flashlight to read the information just now.
"Okay." Shang Jianyao looked disappointed and couldn't wait to walk to the back door of the hotel.
Jiang Baimian walked beside him, her mind racing, quickly analyzing the gains just now:
From the current point of view, "high blood pressure" should be some kind of price. Otherwise, the coincidence of the stolen antihypertensive medicine and the emergency onset of the illness would be too coincidental. Only by treating "high blood pressure" as a price can the accident of the stolen antihypertensive medicine be derived very smoothly, without any accidental factors, that the target would fall ill on the spot and be sent to the hospital for rescue...
The person sent to the hospital for rescue was likely a powerful Awakened, otherwise the price would not be so serious—at the time point, not taking antihypertensive medicine once, the body almost collapsed...
It is still not certain whether this person is the one who hijacked the broadcast system, or the middleman responsible for contacting the defector, or the two identities are one...
I personally prefer the former, otherwise there would be too many strong people appearing in this matter, and the probability of being accidentally troubled would become extremely low...
However, how could such a strong person have his life-saving antihypertensive medicine stolen?
The more Jiang Baimian thought about it, the more absurd, ridiculous, and funny she found it:
If Wubei didn't have a relatively complete medical system and was willing to provide some help to outsiders, that powerful Awakened would probably have died, and the reason for his death would be enough to top the Gray Earth comedy charts, well, if such a list existed.
Near the back door, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw the hotel manager Shen Kang peeking around there.
"Why is Zhang Lao here again?" Shen Kang asked with some worry.
Shang Jianyao honestly replied:
"I asked Zhang Lao this evening to help us ask the old veterans in the sanatorium if they had seen any suspicious people recently. He came to give a reply just now."
"What are you asking this for?" Shen Kang asked with suspicion while relieved.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Isn't there a nuclear warhead planted in the city? This is related to everyone's safety, and we thought we could do our part."
"This is the concern of the Materials Coordination Committee, you should just stay in the hotel." Shen Kang didn't quite agree with the "Old Task Force"'s behavior.
However, he still expressed his gratitude for this:
"If everyone thought like you, things would probably not develop to the point where martial law could solve it.
"Hey, now, I'm not worried about whether people will die. Evacuation will definitely be in time. It's just that I don't know how many items can be taken away. It's not easy to save up so little property..."
The more Shen Kang spoke, the quieter he became, and finally he simply stopped.
Jiang Baimian looked around and asked casually:
"Manager Shen, have you noticed anything unusual these days? Even things that rarely happen."
Shen Kang recalled seriously:
"No, every day is the same."
"Really nothing?" Jiang Baimian tried to hint, "For example, who fought, who was injured, who was sent to the hospital, who had their things stolen."
Shen Kang frowned slightly:
"It seems like there is, but it seems like there isn't..."
It's only been two or three days, and you can't remember that a resident was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment because his antihypertensive medicine was stolen? Could it be that you are also an Awakened, and the price is forgetfulness? Uh... In Jiang Baimian's silent murmur, a thought suddenly moved, and she couldn't help but "visualize" the gaze of "You Gu".
At this moment, Shen Kang touched his forehead and said:
"I remember, there was an unlucky guy who drove out to do errands, and as a result, the antihypertensive medicine and other things left in the room were stolen.
"He was delayed for a long time before returning. Maybe the antihypertensive medicine on his body or in the car was only enough for one meal, and he didn't follow up with more, so he was dizzy all over.
"When he found that the antihypertensive medicine in the room was gone, he was so angry that his blood pressure soared, and he fainted on the spot.
"Fortunately, there was a waiter with him at the time, who quickly called the hospital, otherwise he might not have been saved!"
As expected... Jiang Baimian was about to ask which room number it was, when Shang Jianyao had already asked in shock:
"Are the thieves here so rampant?"
Shen Kang sighed:
"Hey, there are too many relic hunters from outside, and some of them feel that they have no hope of settling down, so they will look for opportunities to get a batch of supplies and leave.
"We didn't expect before that someone would be bold enough to directly enter the surrounding rooms to steal things!"
"Poor guy." Jiang Baimian spoke first, "Is he still in the hospital, which room is he in?"
Shen Kang thought for a while and said:
"He came back before martial law, room 214, his name is Wang something, I can't remember it very clearly."
Jiang Baimian "hmm hmm" twice, pointed to the stairs and said:
"Wish him good luck, we'll go back first."
She and Shang Jianyao said goodbye to Shen Kang and walked to the stairs, going up one step at a time.
When passing the second floor, Jiang Baimian suddenly frowned and muttered to herself:
"What did I want to do just now?
"How did I forget as soon as I turned my head..."
Upon hearing this, Shang Jianyao recalled and said:
"I don't remember you mentioning it to me."
"Then let's talk about it later." Jiang Baimian put this matter behind her.