long night fire

And Shang Jianyao's mother passed away due to illness, and lived in the hospital for a long time. At that time, Shang Jianyao had to go back and forth between school, the hospital and his home every day.

After roughly thinking about the reason, Long Yuehong closed her mouth.

Shang Jianyao pointed to the bungalow with his chin instead of his right hand:

"There should be more than one outpatient room, injection room, and infusion room here."

He turned towards the building area again:

"The two outermost openings should be pharmacies. There should be iron bars on the windows, and there should be gaps for medication, but they have been taken away now. The other ones may be computer rooms, financial rooms, and laboratories. affim."

"Hmm." Long Yuehong did not refute.

Armed with assault rifles, the two searched one room after another, but found nothing useful. Even the remaining wooden tables and chairs were fragmented and incomplete, apparently taken to light a bonfire.

Arriving at the last room of the row of bungalows, Long Yuehong kicked open the half-closed wooden door when she saw a white skull, staring at two dark hollows for a second.

He was startled, and suddenly raised the "Berserker" assault rifle a little, ready to shoot.

Shang Jian Yao glanced around and said in a low voice:

"It's been a long time since I died."

Only then did Long Yuehong relax a bit, and carefully observed the situation inside:

A wooden table fell to the ground, and several pages of yellowed and tattered paper were scattered in a mess. The white bone was leaning against the table. There was no flesh and blood left, no cloth to cover it, and many bones were missing.

"The former relic hunters didn't even spare the underpants of the corpse... There have been a lot of beasts here..." Long Yuehong had undergone rigorous training anyway, and could judge many things from some traces.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small black figure jumped out from the corner, rushed to the side next to the wall, and got into an inconspicuous hole.

"...mouse." Long Yuehong almost threw a shuttle at the other party.

Shang Jian Yao nodded thoughtfully:

"Can I eat it?"

"...It is theoretically possible, but there are too many bacteria, viruses, etc., which can easily cause serious diseases." Long Yuehong tried her best to explain, lest her friend suddenly think, "If the team leader is here, he must He would say: There is no other way, don’t eat this kind of thing.”

Shang Jian Yao let out a sigh of relief, and seemed a little regretful.

"Look around." He took a few steps forward and squatted beside the yellowed and torn pages.

Unfortunately, there is nothing on it.

But Shang Jianyao also saw something: the contours and sizes of the complete parts of these pages were basically the same, and they should be torn from the same notebook.

"If there were important information on it, they must have been picked up long ago." Long Yuehong expressed her thoughts.

Shang Jianyao was noncommittal:

"Put it away first, and let the team leader study it later."

After speaking, he took out a bag and a plastic tweezers, picked up these pages and put them in the bag.

The two searched the side of the building again, but still found nothing.

Returning to the slope, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong walked up to the small square area, and saw that the opposite building had collapsed, and the four-story building on the far right was covered with green plants.

Above the gate on the first floor of this building, there are three large red characters, which have been mottled and faded, looming in the green:

"Inpatient Department".

"It really is a hospital." Long Yuehong glanced sideways at the building next to the slope, "This also belongs to a hospital, so the collapsed building seems to be a radio station."

The top bricks of the collapsed building have been removed, which shows the professionalism and patience of the relic hunters.

"Go in and have a look." Shang Jianyao walked to the inpatient department first.

There are a lot of glass shards and animal feces inside, but the overall preservation is fairly good, but there are no beds in every ward.

"No way, the hospital bed should be very heavy..." Long Yuehong was quite surprised.

"It can be pushed." Shang Jianyao said briefly, "Maybe he brought cutting tools."

"There is really nothing left... This is the relic hunter?" Long Yuehong sighed, and followed Shang Jianyao up the stairs to the second, third and fourth floors.

Walking in this inpatient department always made him feel gloomy and cold, and the smell he breathed was also indescribably weird, and it didn't quite resemble the feeling of being close to decay for a long time with only a little residual smell left.

"It's almost there? It's nothing." Long Yuehong couldn't help urging Shang Jianyao.

"Yeah." Shang Jianyao glanced at the bathroom near the stairs, took out a pen and paper, pointed at the wall, and began to draw a map of the hospital area.

"Can't you go out and get it done?" Long Yuehong walked back and forth a few steps.

"It's coming soon." Shang Jian Yao moved his pen like flying.

Finally, he drew a strange symbol in the inpatient department that seemed to be squatting.

"What does this represent?" Long Yuehong asked curiously.

Shang Jianyao didn't answer him, and drew the same symbol next to him, drew a horizontal line, and marked:

"There are toilets."

"..." Long Yuehong didn't want to meet Yao with her manager.

After finishing this part of the map, the two left the inpatient department and went down the slope.

After entering the main road, before they had time to find their next target, they saw two figures coming out from the depths of the steel factory, each riding a bicycle and carrying a rifle.

Chapter 35 A Weird Death

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong didn't react immediately, until the people on the two bicycles also saw them.

Bang Dang, Bang Dang, the two men with their rifles on their backs threw away their bicycles and jumped to hide behind a nearby obstacle.

Seeing this scene, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong came to their senses, and they no longer raised their assault rifles vigilantly and reflexively.They quickly pounced sideways, covering themselves with the help of the two pillars at the entrance of the hospital.

The scene became extremely quiet for a while, only the occasional sound of birdsong came from a distance.

Seeing that Long Yuehong seemed to want to pick up the walkie-talkie, Shangjian Yao raised his voice and shouted from the air:

"We have no malicious intentions!"

After a brief silence, there was also a slightly hoarse voice, as if holding phlegm:

"Neither do we!"

Shang Jianyao responded immediately:

"Perhaps we can exchange information!"

After a few seconds, someone shouted over there:

"It doesn't seem very convenient to communicate like this!"

"Then let's get closer!" Shang Jianyao suggested loudly without thinking.

The two over there communicated in low voices through the obstacle, but because of the distance, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong couldn't hear the specific content clearly.

In less than 1 minute, the other side responded:

"it is good!"

Shang Jian Yao heard the words, turned his head to Long Yuehong and said:

"I'll be the first, you will be the second, and take care of it and protect it."

"En." Long Yuehong let go of her right hand holding the handle of the gun, and made a gesture of no problem.

Shang Jianyao didn't try to let the other party leave the hiding place first, he took an assault rifle and walked away from behind the pillar step by step with his muscles tensed.

During this process, he was highly vigilant and was ready to fall and roll at any time.

Seeing that he showed sincerity, there was also a person over there, with the same guard.

This man was in his thirties, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a slightly shriveled, dirty, dark blue over-the-knee down jacket with three or four patches.

His hair is light yellow, his eyes are light blue, his facial features and outline are darker, and he is quite different from Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and others, and he belongs to the Honghe race at first glance.

Perhaps because of years of activities in the wilderness, this person's skin is mostly dry and cracked, and the nails are obviously black.

He gripped the rifle tightly, and approached Shang Jianyao 1.1 meters closer.

After they entered the range that was convenient for conversation, Long Yuehong and the rest of the people on the opposite side left the hiding place and moved closer to their companions.

"What's your name?" The bald man was the same as before, using Huitu language, which is the mother tongue of Shang Jianyao and others, not Honghe language.

In the process of speaking, he did not relax, and was still on high alert.

"Shang Jianyao." Shang Jianyao replied calmly, "A formal relic hunter, what about you?"

Long Yuehong, who was about to rush to answer, breathed a sigh of relief—he was quite afraid that Shang Jianyao would "fall ill" at such a time. After all, he was not an acquaintance, and no one could appreciate and tolerate his "humor".

The bald man thought for a while and said:

"Harris Brown, Intermediate Hunter."

He didn't show his hunter badge, nor asked Shang Jianyao to show it, because it was in the ruins, there was no special machine to read the information in the chip, and it was impossible to confirm the real owner of the badge and the corresponding credit level, but in the wilderness , Many people will register a hunter identity casually, or have obtained corresponding items from the enemy's corpse, and simply having a badge can't represent anything.

——The technology of engraving a name on a badge is too primitive, and it is very easy to imitate, and most importantly, the person holding the badge can choose to report the name on the badge instead of using his real name.

This conversation between Harris Brown and Shang Jianyao is actually closer to a "greeting" to set the mood.

Shang Jianyao glanced at Harris Brown's companion, and found that it was a woman, more than 1.6 meters tall, with quite ordinary features.

Her flaxen hair hangs down naturally, just reaching her shoulders, and she wears a beige beret with a well-washed top.

"You don't seem to have gained anything?" Shang Jianyao turned his gaze back to Harris Brown.

Harris Brown replied without a smile:

"Just passing by, spending a little time trying, it's normal to get nothing.

"In this ruin, it is already difficult to get supplies without proper equipment.

"Is this your first time here?"

"Yes." Shang Jianyao replied calmly, and then asked, "Did you also accept that mission, looking for the guy with black hair and golden eyes?"

Harris Brown nodded slightly:

"Give you a piece of advice, paid:

"Give up on this mission, the north of Yuelu Station has been very uneasy recently."

"Is it related to the anomaly in the depths of the swamp? Did you hear the roar that night?" Shang Jianyao asked.

Harris Brown's expression gradually became serious:

"Yes, we were north of Yuelu Station at that time.

"After dawn, we continued to move forward, and we found several bodies, bodies that had been dead for a few hours.

"The bodies of these corpses don't have any fatal wounds, but their expressions are very distorted. Some reveal pain, some are full of fear, and some seem to be laughing, terribly."

Long Yuehong's heart trembled when she heard this, and her scalp felt a little numb, but this feeling was quickly dispelled by Shang Jianyao's question:

"No mortal wounds... What about the clothes, any more?"

What the hell kind of question is this... Long Yuehong couldn't help but slander.

Harris Brown's expression froze slightly:

"No.

"Obviously someone found the body before us and took all the belongings."

"Professional." Shang Jianyao praised Harris Brown, who felt that he could not keep up with the rhythm of the conversation.

He took a silent breath and continued:

"Hey, they didn't even let the hair go, or I could get a wig. Anyway, after seeing those corpses, we gave up the mission and went all the way back without daring to rest. We just arrived here an hour ago .”

"It's pretty fast." Shang Jian Yao commented casually.

Harris Brown without looking sideways:

"We ride bicycles and can use some paths in the swamp, but cars and motorcycles can't pass through, so we can only detour."

Shang Jian Yao nodded lightly:

"last question.

"Are there any other relic hunters or wilderness wanderers here?"