Jiang Baimian didn't hide anything and asked straightforwardly:

"You must have met many religious organizations, right?"

"I've seen some." An Ruxiang did not deny it.

Jiang Baimian asked further:

“Does any of them have a ‘heartless disease’?”

"Yes." An Ruxiang gave a very affirmative answer, "It's no different from ordinary people who have 'heart-free illness'."

Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen looked at each other, and thought about it:

"How is their probability of having 'heart-free disease' compared to that of ordinary people?"

She was not very sure about An Ruxiang's cultural level, so she was prepared to explain in detail what probability is.

But An Ruxiang did not ask back and recalled for a while:

"It should be lower than ordinary people.

"I have only seen more than a dozen or twenty religious organizations get 'heartless', and often encounter ordinary people becoming 'heartless'..."

This may be the "blessing" of the year... Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that if Shang Jianyao was in the living room, he would definitely say so. If Gnava had not been on guard and followed him, he would have been singing and reconciled with Shang Jianyao.

She nodded, thought for a while before saying:

"Have you ever encountered a more special scenario involving members of a religious organization?"

An Ruxiang replied calmly:

"I don't know exactly what you meant. The rituals of those religious organizations are quite puzzling. Sometimes they will roam all night, and sometimes they will dance strange dances in the morning."

This reminded Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen of the "Supreme Eagle" broadcast gymnastics and the carnival dance party of the "Supreme Holy Desire" sect.

They are indeed quite special to ordinary people.

Jiang Baimian carefully gave limited conditions:

"A more special scenario related to 'heart-free disease'."

An Ruxiang thought for a while and said:

“Once, I sneaked into a manor and tried to assassinate its owner.

“I had already obtained detailed information in advance and knew that he was a cult. He would take out his treasured statue at seven o'clock every morning and pray on the balcony of the bedroom.

"As soon as I entered the shooting position, I saw that man turned into a 'intentional person' in front of the statue. Zhisui, whom he worships, did not help him escape the bad luck."

"Maybe he did something blasphemous." Shang Jianyao walked out of the kitchen with two hot dishes.

Jiang Baimian ignored him and asked An Ruxiang instead:

"What does that statue look like?"

"There is a mirror on my face, and I only remember this feature." An Ruxiang glanced at what was the dish on the coffee table.

"True Self-Teaching"... February's "dawn"... Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.

She then smiled and said to An Ruxiang:

"It's almost time to have a meal."

"Taste the taste, it comes from the city lord's mansion." Shang Jianyao did not feel any embarrassment at all, but was quite proud.

He handed the chopsticks in his hand to An Ruxiang.

The meal was very lively. Although An Ruxiang didn't talk much and had a cold personality, the "old tune group" was always quiet. It was either Shang Jianyao joked about Long Yuehong, or Jiang Baimian stopped this guy from saying something inappropriate.

They just had to fight and make a fuss.

An Ruxiang did not show any disgust and ate very seriously. From time to time, she listened to what the "old tune group" was talking about.

After eating and drinking, Shang Jianyao and others bid farewell to An Ruxiang and returned to the jeep.

Jiang Baimian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stared at the building and pedestrians on the street for a while:

"I'll set out to the ice field tomorrow, and this time I head north from the Black Swamp Wilderness to look for clues about the company's experiments."

After pausing, Jiang Baimian sighed again:

"I don't know when the next time I go to Wild Grass City..."

This made Long Yuehong and others sigh.

"As long as you have a strong desire to come here, you will come here again sooner or later." Shang Jianyao did not have so many feelings, and was full of firm beliefs.

Jiang Baimian turned his head and looked at him in the driver's seat:

"Remember to go to the '506' rounds to solve this matter as soon as possible so as not to affect your mental state along the way."

She called Shang Jianyao's incident of going to the "506" room to see if there was any dream in it.

"Lao Ge, come and drive!" Shang Jianyao couldn't wait.

…………

Tarnan, Youmeng Hotel.

The boss's wife, Aino, stood up swayingly and walked towards the bathroom.

She was in a daze and felt like she could fall out at any time.

It’s too tormenting to force yourself to not sleep!

For those with strong will, they may be able to hold on for a few more days, but Aino has never been a strong will.

Thinking of the cruel reality of not sleeping for a few days, she felt that having nightmares was not that scary.

Even if that secret is really involved, Zhisui will not necessarily hear what he said in his dream!

It’s impossible for Zhisui to keep watching me, right? I usually dream about that past, but I don’t have much trouble... Ainuo, who struggled to walk out of the bathroom, decided to close his eyes and ignore nothing.

Just think it's a normal dream!

As for whether there are any foreign bastards in the dream, how can the dreamer know?

Those who don’t know are innocent!

Aino then threw himself onto his comfortable bed and pulled the quilt to cover it.

Deep fatigue surged in an instant, and she had no time to comfort herself and entered a deep sleep.

…………

On the "Spiritual Corridor", Shang Jianyao pushed open the "506" door and checked the rounds on time.

He stepped forward and looked at the bedroom scene that was illuminated by the stars, and laughed out loud:

"I can't hold on for only a few days?"

Shang Jianyao, who was proud and satisfied, immediately entered the dream.

He found a female figure lying on the bed in the bedroom, wrapped in a quilt, sleeping soundly.

On the corresponding ceiling, a figure was hanging from the chandelier, shaking gently, and there were also suspected figures floating in every corner of the room.

"A ghost story nightmare?" Shang Jianyao walked over excitedly, lay on the ground, and looked at the bottom of the bed.

Sure enough, there was a pale corpse lying there, with swollen face and round eyes.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Shang Jianyao stood up in disappointment:

“It’s really uncreative.”

He sat down beside the bed and pushed the figure of the female wrapped in a quilt:

"Wake up, wake up!"

The female figure woke up in a daze and was startled by the figure beside the bed:

"ah!"

With a scream, she sat up suddenly, hugged the quilt, and shrank to the head of the bed:

"Who are you?"

Shang Jianyao pointed at the corpse on the chandelier with a very acting spirit and said:

"Did you forget? I am the ghost-killer you invited."

"Ghost!" the vague female figure shouted for a while before asking tremblingly, "He, he is still alive, can he move?"

Shang Jianyao laughed:

“I have suppressed him.

"We have known each other for many years and have become good friends. I won't lie to you..."

The female figure was obviously relieved.

She couldn't think specifically in her dreams, and couldn't remember whether she really knew such a person.

Shang Jianyao started chatting with her until her spirit was almost exhausted and she left the room directly.
To be continued...