Jiang Baimian glanced at Long Yuehong, nodded slightly and said:

"This possibility is not ruled out."

"If it is caused by a 'nightmare', according to previous cases, what happened in the dream should be, and reality reflects what happened. But even if Boss Ugo died of suffocation in his dream, reality would not take the initiative to put such a plastic bag on himself, but directly show the various characteristics of suffocation and death." Gnava analyzed the information related to the "real dream" and gave his own opinion.

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao, who is habitually echoing.

Bai Chen nodded:

"Either the boss Ugo abused him too violently and had an accident, or someone suffocated him and forged the scene of suicide."

Among the members of the "Old Message Group", Bai Chen and Ugo have known each other for the longest time and have the deepest relationship, but she recovered very quickly and can no longer see any strangeness now. It seems that she has been used to the death of familiar people.

"Laoge, come in and check the scene, be careful not to destroy anything, and don't leave anything behind." Jiang Baimian stood up and left the task to Gnava, who was more professional than himself.

She had already put on gloves and began to search the entire room.

She picked up the sewing needles, old knife and other items one by one, put them back in place, and then opened the drawer of the table.

There are some coins and banknotes in the drawer, and there is a stack of documents half a thumb-thick.

Jiang Baimian glanced at him and found that this was the "original city" military arrangement in the periphery of the Wasteland No. 13 ruins.

Boss Ugo has contacted General Focas and got the information we need? They are not lost, which means that Boss Ugo's death has nothing to do with it. As the thoughts turn, Jiang Baimian stretched out his hand and picked up the stack of documents and read it briefly.

After confirming that there was no entrance to the North Bank Mountains, she put the documents into her tactical backpack.

After doing this, she checked the bed and bathroom again, and found no traces worth paying attention to.

At this time, Gnava also completed his work.

He said in a slightly synthesized baritone:

"Because the body cannot be dissected, I cannot give the time of death accurately. The preliminary judgment was between 11 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock in the morning.

"No one else left a trace on the scene. At that time, the only boss Ugo should be there..."

In the middle of the night, Boss Ugo suddenly got up and abused himself with a sense of suffocation. Long Yuehong felt that this could not convince him.

Judging from the initial work and rest of most people in the city, that time point was almost equivalent to sleeping.

"What should I do now?" Long Yuehong said carefully, "Leave it to the 'Hand of Order' to deal with it?"

Jiang Baimian shook his head:

“Once we call the police, we will definitely be under the attention of the ‘Hand of Order’.

"This is not a good thing for wanted criminals who offer high rewards to 'Original City'."

This is what Long Yuehong was worried about just now, and he deeply agreed:

"It's better to pretend that nothing has been discovered, it's better to evacuate here quietly.

"After or later, the guests staying in the hotel will notice something wrong with Boss Ugo."

Jiang Baimian pointed to the door:

"Did you forget there are cameras there? Have you forgotten that there are guests staying in the hotel seen us?

"As long as someone calls the police, the 'hand of order' will definitely notice us."

Long Yuehong originally wanted to say that he might break the camera and the corresponding surveillance video, and at the same time, he asked Shang Jianyao to "persuade" the two passengers who were staying in the hotel just now, but after careful consideration, he felt that this was a place without any silver.

The more coincidences there are, the more important the "hand of order" is, and maybe we can directly find the awakened people in the "last man" field to help.

"What should I do?" Long Yuehong could see that the team leader had a plan.

Jiang Baimian walked out of Wugo's room carefully and closed the wooden door:

“Go to find the 'True Self-Cult' and let them deal with it.

"They have a close relationship with the senior management of the 'Zhuchu City', so it should be no problem to help us cover it up.

"Huh, fortunately the hotel's business has become worse during this period, and no one comes in and out when we checked the scene."

Long Yuehong suddenly remembered that there was a stronghold nearby in the "True Self-Cult". Before the "Old Transfer Group", he saw General Focas naked and whipped himself.

As the team leader, Jiang Baimian took off his gloves and walked towards the hotel gate first.

"Side door..." Shang Jianyao reminded him in the back with a "slight" look.

Jiang Baimian had outstanding strength in his waist and abdomen and forced himself to twist his body.

Under Shang Jianyao's leadership, several members of the "old transfer team" left the hotel from the side, walked through an alley, and came to an apartment.

This apartment only has five floors and looks ordinary.

As soon as he entered the apartment, Shang Jianyao took out the blue and white loudspeaker and said in a deep voice to the stairs leading to the basement:

"You have been discovered!"

Jiang Baimian couldn't help but raise his empty right hand and covered his face.

She said in her voice:

"We are friends with Boss Ugo, and something happened to him."

Soon, a man in ordinary clothes appeared in the shadow at the bottom of the stairs.

He clenched his fists and slapped his head:

"The true self will last forever!"

Shang Jianyao has not imitated it now, and seems to be immersed in the sadness brought by the accidental death of Boss Ugo.

The "True Self-Sect" believer walked up the ladder and said to Jiang Baimian and others:

"Follow me."

It seemed like a piece of sand was stuffed into his throat.

Shang saw Yao being good at following the man as the first to follow.

They came all the way to the innermost room on the left side of the apartment and saw a thin half-bian.

The old man had a lot of silver wire mixed in his brown hair, and his black burqa was mostly patched.

His appearance and temperament are ordinary. If he stays at the door of the apartment, he will probably be regarded as a doorman.

"What's wrong with Ugo?" the old man asked.

After asking, he remembered to introduce himself:

"You can call me Cliff, a 'Dreambreaker'."

Jiang Baimian, who had no idea about the "True Self-Study" rank, nodded gently, as a greeting.

She answered until the door was closed:

"Boss Ugo is dead."

"Cause of death?" Cliff's face changed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal.

"Suffocation." Jiang Baimian said concisely and did not add any unnecessary descriptions. "He put a translucent blue plastic bag on his head. The death time was about 11 o'clock last night to 1 o'clock, and no traces left by others were found at the scene..."

Cliff did not interrupt her narrative, and waited until she finished speaking before nodding:

"We will conduct further investigations on the specific situation, thank you for your advice."

Jiang Baimian said "yes":

"When you investigate, please help hide our existence. You know, we are still wanted."

"No problem." Cliff made a promise, "When you asked Ugo to get that information, you found something wrong with him?"

"Yes." The reckless Shang Jianyao actively answered, "We found the information in the drawer of his room, and it was not lost."

"Please confirm it." Jiang Baimian took off his tactical backpack and took out the stack of documents, "See if there is anything missing or anything more."

Cliff looked her up and down and said with approval:

“Very cautious.”

He then took the document, read it carefully and said:

“No problem.”

While taking back the information, Jiang Baimian deliberately sighed:

"We visited Boss Ugo today, and we actually wanted to ask about the collective dream of the Green Olive District. Who knew that he had obtained the information we wanted.

"You are so efficient, it's less than twenty-four hours."

Cliff was silent for a moment and said truthfully:

"Because we are planning to explore the secret laboratory at Wasteland No. 13."

"Maybe we can cooperate at that time." Jiang Baimian said politely.

Cliff turned to the recent exception:

“We have noticed that collective dream and are looking for the root of the problem.

"This matter is not that simple, it may bring great danger to investigators, so you'd better not participate."
To be continued...