Looking at the leaflet in Shang Jianyao's hand, even Jiang Baimian, with her psychological resilience, was a little dumbfounded.

While waiting for Bai Chen and Long Yuehong to get into position, she had envisioned all sorts of possibilities after opening the door, but she never expected to see something so familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Lei Yunsong's and the others' disappearance is related to that group of crazies who preach that knowledge is poison?" Jiang Baimian muttered to herself, full of doubt.

Just a minute ago, the two seemed to have no connection whatsoever!

"They gave up thinking?" Shang Jianyao's rhetorical question was rather abrupt, like a mathematical proof without the intermediate steps.

"...From what it looks like, that's possible." Jiang Baimian thought for several seconds and nodded slightly.

She then added:

"This is just a guess for now. We can't be sure if Lin Feifei and the others accidentally dropped this leaflet, or if it was intentionally placed to mislead investigators."

"As long as we can find one member of that organization, the problem will be solved." Shang Jianyao gave his plan quite seriously.

"And then you can sneak in, attend gatherings, mooch food and drinks, and gather clues while searching for the truth?" Jiang Baimian helped Shang Jianyao complete the whole plan.

It sounded a bit absurd, like children playing house, but with Shang Jianyao's abilities, anything was possible.

"With the intelligence they've shown, I could be the one distributing the food." Shang Jianyao glanced at the leaflet in his hand, raised his right arm, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Baimian smiled upon hearing this and reminded him:

"Illiterate doesn't equal low intelligence."

"Anyone who believes that saying is definitely easy to fool." Shang Jianyao was quite confident.

"That's true. To become a member of this organization, one has to be screened. People who are easily deceived, um, should also be easily intimidated and guided." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "Aren't you worried that the organizers who deceive them will save on food because they're so easy to fool?"

"That's too much!" Shang Jianyao immediately became indignant.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Seriously, we still need to be careful.

"Lei Yunsong, Lin Feifei, and the others are definitely not stupid, there's no doubt about that, but why would they be mixed up with such a group of people?

"I'm worried that if you really sneak in, your intelligence will be dragged down to the organization's overall level.

"This isn't a joke, Awakened's abilities are quite bizarre and terrifying."

"Contamination is mutual." Shang Jianyao responded solemnly.

Jiang Baimian was speechless for a moment.

She immediately walked to the window, opened a pane of glass, and waved to Bai Chen and Long Yuehong below, signaling them not to be so vigilant.

Then, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao searched the room again, but failed to find more clues.

Immediately afterwards, they used tools to open the room opposite.

——This was also the place suspected to be Lin Feifei's residence.

This room was very messy, with various items scattered everywhere, emitting a faint musty smell.

In comparison, the only table was the most tidy, with mainly books, papers, and a pen wrapped with several circles of transparent tape in the middle.

While searching, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian discovered that most of the books had the chop of the Wildgrass City Public Library. The few that didn't gave people a damp, dirty, old, and dilapidated feeling, and it was unknown where they had been collected from.

Before long, they determined what kind of people lived in this room:

A simple family consisting of parents and a child. The father seemed to be doing manual labor, the mother helped people sew and mend clothes at home, and the child was eleven or twelve years old and was learning knowledge on his own.

"These kinds of people shouldn't believe that group of crazies' ideas." Jiang Baimian made the final conclusion.

In other words, this wasn't the target room, and they could leave.

Shang Jianyao nodded, suddenly walked to the table, and picked up the pen.

"What, what are you doing?" Jiang Baimian gave up guessing Shang Jianyao's thoughts.

"Correcting homework." Shang Jianyao said without turning his head.

"...Time may be running out. If we miss subsequent clues, the investigation may be interrupted." Jiang Baimian didn't directly use her authority as the team leader to call Shang Jianyao back, but stated the facts and reasoned with him.

Shang Jianyao thought for a moment, then nodded and lowered his body, quickly writing a few words on the paper.

In just a few seconds, he put down the pen and turned back.

Jiang Baimian turned her body and looked towards the table, seeing four neat words added to the paper:

"Study hard"

Jiang Baimian immediately chuckled.

After leaving the room and relocking the door, she "muttered":

"This will scare them."

"Fear is also a kind of motivation." Shang Jianyao said calmly.

"..." Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy, hissed, and said, "Don't always make your thoughts so complicated."

While speaking, the two left the building and arrived at the entrance of the courtyard located in Yellow Horn Lane.

There was also a sentry box here, with an old man wrapped in a deep blue old cotton-padded jacket sitting inside.

He had many wrinkles on his face, and his skin was as rough as an orange peel, but his hair wasn't sparse at all, and didn't even have any white hairs.

This made it impossible to judge his age from his appearance.

Without Jiang Baimian needing to order him, Shang Jianyao walked directly over and said with a smile:

"Old man."

The gatekeeper hurriedly put the military green cotton hat he was holding on his head, and mumbled:

"Don't be so affectionate. Speak your mind if you have something to say, and give money if there's a problem."

Shang Jianyao calmly repeated the phrase "You are a man, and I am also a man."

The old man's eyebrows suddenly became active. He pointed to the opposite side and said:

"There are quite a few in that building."

Shang Jianyao didn't correct the other party's "reasoning deviation" and took out Lin Feifei's photo and said:

"Have you seen this person?"

"I've seen her." The old man's voice became a bit louder. "Don't even think about it, she's not a prostitute."

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice:

"I suspect she's a mistress kept here by some noble master from North Street. A man comes to see her every few days."

"How do you know?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

The old man chuckled:

"I live in the same building as her, and on the same floor. How could I not know?"

"Then do you know Old Zheng?" Shang Jianyao changed the question inexplicably.

The gatekeeper in Red Silk Lane said that most of the information about Lin Feifei was told to him by Old Zheng.

The old man was stunned for a moment:

"I am Old Zheng."

"Ah, then it's nothing." Shang Jianyao returned to the main topic. "Does she live in the room facing Yellow Horn Lane?"

"Yes." Old Zheng was very certain.

Shang Jianyao continued to ask:

"What does the man who always looks for her look like?"

"I can't say. He always wears a hat, stands up the collar of his coat, and also puts a mask on his face. He's sneaky, and looks like he has status, and doesn't want to be exposed." Old Zheng said, recalling, "He's quite tall, uh...a few centimeters shorter than you."

Shang Jianyao turned around and asked:

"Have you seen the woman in the photo today?"

"I saw her, around eight o'clock." Old Zheng laughed. "She was wearing a mask at the time, and her baseball cap was also pulled down very low. People who aren't familiar with her definitely wouldn't recognize her, but she goes in and out every day. I can tell it's her just by her silhouette."

Clearly, this old man paid special attention to Lin Feifei.

"Where did she go?" Shang Jianyao pressed.

Old Zheng shook his head:

"How would I know?

"I just saw her carrying a large bag of things and walking towards South Street.

"It was a black travel bag..."

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian was absolutely certain that Lin Feifei had moved.

Whether Liu Dazhuang lived or died, she would move.

After asking a few more details, Shang Jianyao took out a bag of compressed biscuits and handed them to Old Zheng.

"Young man, knows how to be a decent person!" Old Zheng's eyebrows stretched out, and he praised.

After leaving the courtyard, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong met in a quiet, deserted corner of Yellow Horn Lane.

After listening to the team leader's retelling, Long Yuehong opened his mouth in surprise:

"It actually involves that organization that hands out leaflets everywhere?"

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the organization couldn't be put on the table, and it had a funny aura.

"Not yet determined." Jiang Baimian said, thinking. "But no matter what, we have to contact Chen Xufeng and have him send a telegram back to the company to inquire about information on similar organizations. Next, we have a certain chance of encountering that group of crazies, so it's better to be prepared early. Um...later, you guys can walk around in the vicinity. Don't rush to ask if anyone has seen a woman carrying a black travel bag. Focus on observing those relic hunters, and see what clues they can find. Shang Jianyao and I will go leave a message for Chen Xufeng."

"Yes, Team Leader." Bai Chen and Long Yuehong replied.

Due to the environmental constraints, none of them were too loud.

Just as Jiang Baimian was about to give a few more instructions, Long Yuehong suddenly asked with some confusion:

"Lin Feifei knew to disguise herself when she left that courtyard, so why was her face directly seen by people when she was 'waiting' for Liu Dazhuang?"

This was a bit unreasonable.

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Yuehong noticed that Shang Jianyao suddenly looked at him, making him feel a little guilty, and he wondered if he had asked another stupid question.

Jiang Baimian was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and said:

"Not bad, you can notice this point.

"Next time, you can think more deeply, put yourself in that environment, and see what decisions you would make."

After praising him, she explained:

"If you were an ordinary relic hunter, what other questions would you ask when you asked the owners of the surrounding shops in Red Silk Lane if they had seen Liu Dazhuang?"

Long Yuehong carefully thought for a few seconds, and said cautiously:

"I would ask, have you seen anyone suspicious?"

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"Is a somewhat pretty woman who is waiting for someone by the roadside suspicious, or is a person who has pulled their hat down very low, wearing a mask, and whose face cannot be seen suspicious?"

Long Yuehong suddenly understood:

"In that situation, too much disguise is actually a characteristic, and it's easy for people to remember."

"Yes. Besides, in a short period of time, who else besides us would ask if they have seen a woman like Lin Feifei?" Jiang Baimian added with a smile.

Then, her tone became meaningful:

"But that may not be the case later."