Shang Jianyao looked at Zhao Shouren's eyes and raised his hand to touch his chin.

He asked further:

"It's not necessarily a stranger, who have been outsiders in recent months?"

"No, except for a few merchants selling daily necessities, there will be no other outsiders." Zhao Shouren shook his head again.

He paused for a moment and asked in a little confusion:

"What do you ask about this?"

"Gossip is human nature." Shang Jianyao replied sincerely.

"What? Gossip?" Zhao Shouren obviously didn't know what the word meant.

Because Shang Jianyao is a gray earth man, they naturally used the gray earth language when they were talking just now.

Shang Jianyao was about to explain the true meaning and extension of the gossip carefully, so Zhao Shouren raised his hand and waved:

"I won't chat anymore, I'll go out to chat later. It's not suitable for chatting here."

In such a small room, the steaming water vapor brings a feeling of difficulty in breathing. The higher temperature presses on every part of the body, making the head a little dizzy and the chest feel stuffy, which is indeed not suitable for talking and chatting.

Shang Jianyao politely closed his mouth, scooped a spoonful of water from time to time, and poured it on the reddish stone.

The two of them listened quietly to the sizzling sound, as if they were competing for who could last longer in such an environment.

After a while, Zhao Shouren raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and stood up staggeringly:

"No, I'll dizzy if I steam it again."

Shang Jianyao smiled:

"Then let's go out."

Zhao Shouren immediately opened the door to the steam room and walked towards a hot pool not far away.

Shang Jianyao followed him closely, imitated him, pulled off the bath towel around his waist, slid it into the water, and cleaned up the various feelings he had just "steamed".

In just one or two minutes, Zhao Shouren stood up and turned into the cold water pool next to him.

He made a "hiss" sound, and his expression became very distorted.

But as he adapted to the water temperature, his facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his whole body seemed to be energetic.

"Brother, there is something like this dust today or not tomorrow. You have to enjoy it when you should." Zhao Shouren took a towel, wiped his forehead, and sighed sincerely.

Shang Jianyao also soaked in the cold water pool, looking around, as if he felt everything was very novel.

"You have to go back to the manor in the afternoon?" he asked.

Zhao Shouren nodded:

"It's enough time. Have a nap, wake up and find someone to serve, then take a shower, have lunch, and go out to buy."

Papa, Shang Jianyao applauded his arrangement.

At the same time, he glanced under the water.

Zhao Shouren coughed twice and turned back into the hot pool.

This time, he only soaked for a few minutes, then hurriedly got up and wrapped himself in his big bath towel.

After rushing over and changing into a bathrobe, Shang Jianyao only saw clearly the appearance of the Zhao family manager:

He should be only forty years old, with a thin body, sparse hair, and obvious swollen eyes.

After leaving the men's bathroom, the two entered the lounge area, each occupying a lounge chair and covering it with a thin quilt.

As they chatted, Zhao Shouren closed his eyes and made a snoring sound from his nose.

Shang Jianyao looked at him with a smile, took out an item from his bathrobe pocket:

It was a night pearl quietly blooming with green light.

Shang Jianyao held the night pearl, and his eyes gradually became dark.

"Fatefulness"!

"Fateurism" from Dimarco!

In Zhao Shouren's "Sea of ​​Origin", Shang Jianyao's figure wearing a white bathrobe appeared.

On the sea with a glimmer of light, a faint mist filled the sea, vaguely hiding islands, but Zhao Shouren's own consciousness did not appear.

This is the appearance of the ordinary people's spiritual world that has not entered the "Star Hall" and opened the corresponding door.

Shang Jianyao immediately split into nine and sat cross-legged in the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless waves surged high in the "Sea of ​​Origin" influenced by "Fatefulness", and various pictures became larger one after another.

The nine Shang Jianyao began to look back on all Zhao Shouren's memories in recent months, each responsible for one.

A few minutes later, Shang Jianyao, who was holding the small speaker, spoke in surprise:

“There is a reward!”

He quickly put the scene to the maximum:

In a room with bookshelf and tables, Zhao Shouren was reporting to a young man who was a bit like Zhao Yide but was not fat at all.

On the chair behind the young man was sitting a man wearing a black windbreaker and ordinary facial features.

With the rest of the bodyguards standing, he seemed quite special.

"Why do you think he has a problem?"

"Where do you judge that you can find clues here?"

"Are you not allowed to hire a high-paying awakener?"

Three or four of the other Shang Jianyao raised their own questions.

Shang Jianyao, who was holding a small speaker, smiled and said:

“This is part of Jiang Baimian’s thinking method:

“Bold assumptions and be careful to prove them.

"Since this person looks special, let's focus on checking all the fragments he has in Zhao Shouren's memory."

The other eight Shang Jianyao agreed with this.

Soon, with their joint efforts, all the memory clips of the man in the black windbreaker were found:

He was a second-generation servant born in the manor. He was favored by Zhao Zhengqi's second son Zhao Yixue and became his personal servant.

However, one of Shang Jianyao was keen to find that the man in the black windbreaker was not similar to his parents at all, and this did not explain why he received special treatment.

Shang Jianyao and others carefully observed the man in black windbreaker for a while and found that his face was not very good and he looked quite haggard.

This reminded them of a person at the same time:

Fake "father".

…………

In the beginning, I wanted to get a car in the city, but it was not too difficult. As long as I didn’t pursue whether it was produced in recent years and how long it could last, there were various models of vehicles for you to choose from.

But if you don’t have much money on your body, you can’t commit a crime, and there are time limits, it will be more troublesome. At least Long Yuehong and Gnava couldn’t think of where they should start.

Fortunately, their team has Bai Chen and knows the city very well.

After ten o'clock, Bai Chen led them away from the Ugo Hotel and arrived at a place near the bank of the Red River in Qing Olive District.

It is not too far from the hotel, and it looks like a walk of only ten or twenty minutes, but the houses are getting dilapidated and the roads are narrower.

Sometimes, when Long Yuehong and the others walked in the streets and alleys, they could touch the exterior walls of the houses on both sides by fully spreading their arms, and the dense wires above divided the sky in a mess.

Along the way, the team met the most dirty children. The adults either went to the factory or were busy with other things. Only a few stayed in this area.

Long Yuehong swept the suddenly open area in front of her and the large number of broken cars parked inside, and asked curiously:

“Is this a place to sell cars?”

After the ruins hunters dragged some of the vehicles found in the ruins of the city to the original city, they often don’t have that much time to find the final buyer, and they just traded with old car dealers.

Although this will definitely suffer a great loss in price, it will at least save time costs. Many relics hunters cannot sell their harvest today and will go hungry the next day.

"Yes." Bai Chen nodded and replied.

"But we don't have much money..." Long Yuehong carefully reminded.

Bai Chen looked at Gnava with a sack on his back and said calmly:

“Can you still rent a car here?”

"Rent?" Long Yuehong was a little surprised.

This is not a house, and it cannot be moved away. Ordinary businessmen lack various technical means in the old world. Are you afraid of not being able to collect it when renting it out?

While talking, the three of them entered the row of dilapidated bungalows next to the parking lot and saw several red rosy men with dark brown hair and slightly curly hair chatting behind the wooden platform.

"Rent a car." Before those people could ask about their purpose, Bai Chen spoke directly.
To be continued...