It was another morning. The "Old Task Force," carrying the latest portable computers loaded with various games and some ingredients, knocked on Xiao Chong's apartment door.
This time, it wasn't Anmian Mao who opened the door, but Xiao Chong himself.
As if he had been expecting Shang Jianyao and the others, he impatiently asked:
"What games do you have?"
After asking, he seemed to feel that it wasn't appropriate and added:
"What food did you bring?"
"Today, I'll make four dishes and a soup, Ashlands home-style cooking," Jiang Baimian said with a smile.
Shang Jianyao then began to list the games on the computer, ending with a regretful sigh:
"It's just that the hard drive isn't big enough to install everything."
"We can change it when you get tired of playing them," Xiao Chong glanced at the portable computer and then at the ingredients in Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's hands, unsure whether to start enjoying the games now or wait for lunch.
"You have about an hour," Jiang Baimian rolled up her sleeves and headed to the kitchen.
Xiao Chong watched her disappear around the corner and whispered:
"If only my mom had been this open-minded back then."
"Because she's not your mom," Shang Jianyao replied seriously.
Xiao Chong was dejected for a few seconds:
"Right..."
Shang Jianyao didn't continue the topic and pulled Xiao Chong to try out different games.
By noon, braised pork, steamed lake fish, stir-fried chicken, stir-fried vegetables, and tomato and egg soup were served on the table one after another.
Compared to last time, the portions were very generous today, as the four carbon-based members of the "Old Task Force" also planned to dine together, creating a harmonious and beautiful atmosphere.
It's easier to talk business at the dinner table!
"It's been a while since I've had these..." Xiao Chong buried himself in the food for a while before exclaiming.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Eat quickly, or he'll eat it all."
She was referring to Shang Jianyao.
Xiao Chong stopped talking and focused on eating.
After everyone had eaten enough, Jiang Baimian casually said:
"We've been fleecing Wu Meng recently."
"Huh?" Xiao Chong looked at the older sister with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
Jiang Baimian then began to talk about the "Dao and Appliance Repair" program and the interesting experiences they had with it.
In the end, she sighed:
"It's a pity we couldn't get Wu Meng to say what we wanted, so we couldn't achieve the intended effect."
Xiao Chong picked up his chopsticks, looked at the leftovers on the table, and then glanced at the portable computer on the other side, hesitating for a moment before saying:
"Why don't I record it for you?"
"Huh?" This time, it was Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen who were surprised.
Their original intention was just to see if Xiao Chong could come up with a good solution, but he had volunteered.
Shang Jianyao, on the other hand, looked pleased, as if he hadn't "made the wrong friend."
"Okay," Jiang Baimian agreed after a moment of contemplation, without any false modesty.
She was afraid that Xiao Chong would take it seriously and then give up on the idea.
But, can you, like Wu Meng, influence others through the content played by electronic devices? Can you achieve the goal of making Marcus want to go to the bathroom? Long Yuehong subconsciously had these two thoughts.
Then, Xiao Chong glanced at him.
"Let's do it after we finish eating," Jiang Baimian suppressed her impatience.
After everyone had eaten their fill, washed the dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen, the five members of the "Old Task Force" and Xiao Chong gathered back at the table.
In the process, Genaweier, who had been charging in the sofa area, and Long Yuehong and Bai Chen returned to the safe house where they stayed last night and brought over a portable recorder.
"I'm going to start," Xiao Chong straightened his body and said eagerly.
At this moment, Anmian Mao, who had been sleeping on the balcony, suddenly stood up, leaped lightly, jumped onto the awning below, and disappeared into the alley behind.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian subconsciously considered whether to cover her ears.
The next second, Xiao Chong opened his mouth and made a "shush" sound.
"Shush..."
"Shush..."
"Shush..."
In this noise, Long Yuehong's expression suddenly became strange.
He felt his lower abdomen swelling and the pressure on his bladder increasing.
In just a few seconds, he had an irresistible urge to go to the bathroom.
It's really effective... Long Yuehong moved his thighs, wanting to hold it in a little longer to avoid embarrassment.
Just then, Bai Chen suddenly stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
In the "shush..." "shush..." sounds, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao lined up behind him.
Seeing this, Long Yuehong almost burst into tears, because he didn't know if he could hold on until the end.
If it really doesn't work, should I go to the balcony to water the flowers? But would Anmian Mao beat me up... Long Yuehong tried to distract himself.
Finally, the three in front had finished their business.
Long Yuehong wanted to sprint into the bathroom at a hundred meters speed, but his physical condition didn't allow it, so he could only walk quickly with his legs clamped together.
After a while, he came out with a refreshed look on his face.
Xiao Chong also closed his mouth and stopped making the "shush" sound.
It was only at this time that Long Yuehong vaguely understood why Anmian Mao stopped sleeping and suddenly went out.
"It's recorded," Genaweier patted the portable recorder, "but I don't know how effective it is."
Xiao Chong had already left his seat and said to Shang Jianyao:
"Let's go play games, they can test the effect themselves."
Unsurprisingly, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen went to the bathroom again.
But compared to before, they had very little to release this time, as it hadn't had time to generate.
After another two hours, Jiang Baimian forcibly took Shang Jianyao away, despite Xiao Chong's reluctant gaze.
"I didn't expect to have such a harvest," Jiang Baimian said gratefully in the jeep.
"The effect of Xiao Chong's voice can also be recorded through electronic devices... Is this a common characteristic of strong individuals at their level, or do he and Wu Meng belong to the same domain?" Bai Chen cautiously raised his question.
This is something Shang Jianyao cannot currently do. He can only increase the distance slightly by relying on a megaphone.
"It's also possible that the corresponding basic abilities are all about interfering with electromagnetism, rather than interfering with matter," Jiang Baimian recalled the intelligence she had about the "Mind Corridor."
"But they are much, much stronger than Dimarco." Long Yuehong meant that even if these two were not considered Awakened, according to their strength, they were at least equivalent to those who had explored the depths of the "Mind Corridor," and perhaps possessed both basic abilities.
And Dimarco, as the only relatively normal "Mind Corridor" level Awakened that the "Old Task Force" had directly encountered, would naturally be used for comparison.
The "Higher Heartless" of the "Mirage Dragon Church" lacked sufficient intelligence, and their abilities could certainly not be fully utilized.
"Dimarco's condition wasn't good either," Jiang Baimian simply said.
"Yeah," Shang Jianyao agreed, "Let's not talk about him anymore, he made so many contributions to us later."
This referred to the "Fate Bead."
Genaweier, who was in the middle of the back seat, turned around and said:
"Now the most important thing is two questions:
"First, how do we prevent the owner of the 'Virtual World' from noticing when playing the recording?
"Second, how do we make sure only Marcus goes to the bathroom?"
Hearing this, Jiang Baimian was stunned:
"Wait a minute, why did we have Xiao Chong record the sound of inducing urination? We could have had him record the sound of inducing sleep!
"As long as the owner of the 'Virtual World' is affected and dozes off for ten seconds, we can achieve our goal through the 'Fate Bead'!"
As a result, the "Old Task Force" went to great lengths and went around in such a big circle, only to send Marcus to the restroom in the end.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong looked at each other, with only one thought in their minds:
Influenced by Shang Jianyao...
"Isn't this good?" Shang Jianyao, who was driving, indeed thought this was the perfect step.
"Go back and have Xiao Chong record it again?" Long Yuehong suggested.
Jiang Baimian slowly shook her head:
"He was already reluctant this time..."
If they bothered him again, he might turn hostile.
After thinking about it, Jiang Baimian said cautiously:
"Actually, there's still feasibility now.
"We can put Xiao Chong's voice into a song as background music. Then, we can pretend to be bored while waiting and play the song."
"Good!" Shang Jianyao couldn't wait.
Jiang Baimian continued:
"Moreover, it's a child's voice, and it doesn't belong to Wu Meng, so it won't be noticed right away...
"The recorded version is definitely not as good as the original. Even if the owner of the 'Virtual World' reacts, they will definitely be the last one to do so. By the time they realize it, Marcus will already be in the restroom.
"Among the nobles in the private room, Marcus seems to be the one who drinks the least water, or even doesn't drink at all. And he must have paid attention to similar things before departure. So, under the influence of everyone, he should be able to hold it in for the longest time, and will probably be one of the last to go.
"Now, we can only hope that there are no other suspected powerhouses in the private room, like General Focas before, or we won't be able to control the rhythm.
"We can respond flexibly to this. If it really doesn't work, we won't play the recording at the gladiator match the day after tomorrow, and wait for the next time."
"Good," Shang Jianyao honked the car horn.
Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Genaweier began to think seriously, helping to check for omissions and fill in gaps from various details.
…………
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the new gladiator match.
The "Old Task Force," disguised, came to the vicinity of the venue again.
"Lao Ge, remember the agreed-upon code. Cut off the power supply as soon as the time comes," Jiang Baimian raised the silver-white phone in her hand.
"Okay," for Genaweier, this task was not difficult at all.
Jiang Baimian then said to Bai Chen:
"You're at that high point in the distance. Try not to expose yourself as much as possible, unless our retreat is blocked.
"If things are not going well, look at the letter I gave you."
That high point couldn't see the noble's private room, it could only monitor some of the escape routes.
Bai Chen nodded and picked up the "Orange" rifle placed beside him.
"Hu..." Jiang Baimian breathed out and said to Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, "Let's go in."
ps: Today is the weekend