Long Yuehong, who had been peeking his head over to that side, suddenly retracted it, his heart involuntarily beating faster.
A dead person!
The crate carried down from the seventh floor contained a dead person!
Jiang Baimian turned her body sideways, her back pressed against the wall of the corridor.
At the same time, she reached out her left hand, grabbed Shang Jianyao's shoulder, and forcibly dragged him to the doorway.
Bai Chen, on the other hand, took a quick step back and returned to the room.
In an indescribable silence, the sounds of friction and the closing of wooden boards came from the stairwell one after another.
Jiang Baimian leaned her body slightly forward, cautiously looking towards that place.
She saw the two dull gray-robed monks lift the crate again and walk down to the lower floor.
Throughout the entire process, even when there were accidental stumbles and the crate fell, they had no dialogue and no communication whatsoever.
And what was even stranger was that they didn't even look around to see if anyone had seen them.
Once the two gray-robed monks disappeared into the stairwell, Jiang Baimian turned her head and used hand gestures to signal the "Old Task Force's" other three members to return to the room with her.
Watching the team leader close the door, Long Yuehong said in a low voice, both surprised and fearful:
"Is this the fate of those who are tempted by demons to enter the seventh floor without authorization?"
Becoming a corpse!
Jiang Baimian raised her hand and touched her ear canal, barely understanding what Long Yuehong was saying.
She said in a deep voice:
"It's not necessarily being tempted by demons."
Seeing Long Yuehong's expression change slightly, Jiang Baimian added:
"It's also possible that they entered the seventh floor for other reasons.
"In short, the corpse just now should be a monk, which can be initially judged from the fact that he had no hair. The cause of his death seemed to be suffocation."
As for how he suffocated, Jiang Baimian couldn't draw a conclusion based on just a quick glance from a distance.
Regardless, Long Yuehong could only feel fortunate about this:
"Luckily, we didn't trust the knocker and rashly sneak into the seventh floor, otherwise, we would be the ones being carried down in a crate now."
"In that case, I'd like to request a song to go with it," Shang Jianyao imagined the scene Long Yuehong described.
Unfortunately, no one asked him which song he wanted.
Jiang Baimian skipped his statement and directly responded to Long Yuehong:
"It's unlikely that the knocker killed that monk, or even lured him up there."
"Uh..." Long Yuehong was a little slow to catch on.
Bai Chen pursed her lips:
"Indeed, if the knocker wanted us to go to the seventh floor, it should have restrained itself a little in the past two days and not created any more bizarre deaths, lest we run into them and completely dispel the idea."
"That's true..." Long Yuehong nodded slowly.
Shang Jianyao helped to add with a serious face:
"According to there being a 'Buddha's Embodiment' and a demon above, who is the knocker and who is the one who killed the monk just now?"
Long Yuehong almost blurted out "Of course the demon is knocking, luring us," but then he thought, wasn't that saying that the "Buddha's Embodiment" caused the monks who entered the seventh floor to die strangely, and made the "Old Task Force" just happen to run into it, in order to scare them off?
In that case, who exactly is the Buddha and who is the demon?
"If the 'Buddha's Embodiment' is using knocking to imply that we go up, then the demon is the one who killed the monk just now to stop us." Jiang Baimian had been thinking about this question just now, "But if the 'Buddha's Embodiment' wants to see us, can't he directly go through the 'Perfected Beings' guarding the seventh floor? That's simple, convenient, and fast! Could it be that the purpose of him seeing us is something that even the 'Crystal Consciousness Church's' Perfected Beings can't know?"
"It's also possible that the situation on the seventh floor is more complicated than we imagined. The 'Buddha's Embodiment' may have nothing to do with knocking or killing, but is just trying to suppress and maintain balance," Bai Chen said her thoughts.
"Yes, yes, yes, maybe he's also split into nine, ninety-one, with some wanting to lure and kill us, some wanting to use our hands to do certain things, some wanting to stop all of this, some mediating in the middle, and some chanting scriptures and knocking wooden fish on the side..." Shang Jianyao became more and more excited as he spoke.
Although Jiang Baimian thought this sounded absurd and crazy, considering that the cost of the "Bodhi" domain had similar choices, she thought that Shang Jianyao's statement might be the truth.
She exhaled and said:
"Being connected with existences of this level is often equivalent to danger.
"It's better for us to do nothing wrong."
Long Yuehong couldn't wait to raise both hands and feet in agreement, and Bai Chen also felt that this was the most rational choice.
Shang Jianyao glanced at "Garibaldi" who had fallen asleep again and sighed:
"If that's really the case, I'd really like to ask him how to contain himself."
Awakeners of the same cost and a higher level are not so easy to come across.
However, all of that was just Shang Jianyao's speculation, and it might not be true.
In the evening, Jiang Baimian once again used the radio transceiver to roughly describe the encounters of the past two days.
In order not to be noticed by Channaaga and other monks, she didn't mention the five holy lands, and she had previously told Shang Jianyao and others not to think about similar things usually, intending to apply to go to the Steel Factory Ruins after returning to the company to see what secrets this holy land was hiding.
As the telegram was about to be sent, the sound of cats meowing came from certain streets around the Sijaro Temple area.
"Meow," "Meow," "Meow"!
It was slightly shrill, seemingly enduring some kind of pain.
For a time, the meows of several cats, each with different characteristics but equally shrill, rang out in several places, rising and falling, echoing each other.
"Cats are also in heat at this time of year..." Bai Chen looked out the window and muttered to herself.
"It's not the hottest time yet." Jiang Baimian finished her work and raised her head.
Bai Chen nodded:
"It's only possible here in the Red Wolf Zone. The Olive District simply won't have any living cats, uh, except for those with special abilities."
Many people in the Olive District don't get enough to eat every day, and they try to gnaw on rats when they see them.
As soon as Bai Chen finished speaking, Shang Jianyao had already rushed to the window, opened his mouth to the outside, and said:
"Meow!"
"..." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen were both surprised and not surprised by this.
Shang Jianyao wasn't doing this for the first time.
When the team first arrived on the surface last year, he used "Woof" to "sing along" with the howling in the distance.
While waiting for confirmation from the company, Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao, wanting him to be quiet.
Just then, she saw Shang Jianyao take out a blue and white megaphone.
A megaphone...
While Jiang Baimian's eyes were a little straight, Shang Jianyao brought the megaphone to his mouth:
"Meow!"
This meow echoed far and wide, shaking those cats in heat to stop their wailing.
"Woof!" Shang Jianyao changed to another cry, his voice resounding through the clouds.
Having equipment is just different.
In the next second, the voice of Channaaga sounded in the hearts of Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and others:
"Please be quiet, Benefactor. It is not appropriate to disturb others at night."
"Indeed, that's impolite." Shang Jianyao admitted his mistake and said, "I'm sorry."
He stuffed the blue and white megaphone back into his tactical backpack.
Finally quiet... Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
It was like this until bedtime. Jiang Baimian looked at Shang Jianyao lying on the bed and suddenly asked:
"Will it work?"
"It's difficult." Shang Jianyao sighed.
Ah? Long Yuehong, who was on night watch, looked blank.
After more than ten seconds, he vaguely understood what the team leader was asking, and understood that Shang Jianyao was not simply having an onset of illness before.
He probably wanted to attract the attention of the Sleepy Cat or the Nightmare Mare by relying on a momentary brain fart that couldn't be stopped.
No, I can't think about it anymore, otherwise Master Channaaga will hear it... Long Yuehong quickly shifted his attention to what tomorrow's breakfast would be.
Well, there's nothing to think about. It's either oatmeal with bread, or oatmeal with toast.
…………
Golden Apple District, 22 Booni Street, the home of Gaius, leader of the Reformists.
As the son-in-law of this elder, Law Officer Vol was visiting again.
He entered the study, looked at his father-in-law's hooked nose, and sat across from the desk.
In fact, Vol didn't quite understand why his father-in-law, as the legion commander of the Eastern Legion, had not returned to the army after coming to First City to attend the elders' meeting and convene a citizens' assembly.
"Speak, what new intelligence do you have?" Gaius leaned back against the chair with a slightly relaxed body.
Vol did not hide anything:
"I learned from an informant named Old K that the team that contacted Marcus and stole some secrets before came from 'Pangu Biology'."
"'Pangu Biology'..." Gaius repeated, and said with a slight sense of relief, "No wonder they are interested in the affairs of the North Anheford area. That is indeed their focus, not an illusion."
Vol was confused.
…………
Early morning, the sky was just dawning.
The "Old Task Force" heard a knock on the door.
"Breakfast is here." Although Long Yuehong disliked that the breakfast at Sijaro Temple only had a few items, he could accept it even if he repeated the same food every day when he was hungry.
He walked over and opened the door.
Outside was not the young monk they were familiar with, but a gray-robed monk who looked quite silent.
This monk was also a Red River person, with more profound features and emerald green eyes.
Similar to Channaaga, he was also very thin, but he hadn't reached the point of being close to emaciation.
"Benefactors, the new Chief invites you to come over." The gray-robed monk put his palms together in front of his chest and gave a salute.
"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked first.
The gray-robed monk answered in a slow and steady voice:
"Regarding the strange noises you have heard these past few nights."
Are they going to give an explanation or take action? Jiang Baimian nodded slightly as she turned her thoughts.
She did not refuse the gray-robed monk.
As "prisoners," they were not qualified to refuse.
Following the gray-robed monk, the four members of the "Old Task Force" left the room and walked all the way to the stairwell.
The gray-robed monk looked back at Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and others, and stepped onto the stairs leading upwards, meaning, it seemed, follow me.
They're going to the seventh floor... Jiang Baimian nodded almost imperceptibly.
The seventh floor! Her pupils suddenly dilated, and her outstretched foot froze in mid-air.
ps: Recommend a new book with a rigorous story, self-consistent logic, and a huge imagination: "Transmigration Disorder"
If life could be lived again, how would you live it?
If everyone could live again, how would we live?
If we all lived the same day over and over, would we still have a life?