Pushing open the window, Jiang Baimian supported herself with a hand and leaped out. Then, like a spider, she relied on her extraordinary balance and the protruding parts of the outer wall, water pipes, and other things to quickly move to the window corresponding to room 214.
During this process, she almost lost her grip because she was also carrying the "Chaos Right Hand," and her body muscles had a certain degree of freezing reaction, making her not so flexible.
Fortunately, her bionic limb was less affected and exerted force in time, stabilizing her figure. Otherwise, Jiang Baimian would have fallen from the second floor.
Although even if she really fell to the first floor, this height would not cause too much damage to her, it would inevitably lead to her missing the best opportunity to deal with the resident of room 214, which would be a big problem.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Baimian, who had arrived outside the window corresponding to room 214, directly smashed the glass into pieces with an elbow.
Amidst the crashing sound, Jiang Baimian shielded her face with one hand and grabbed the window frame with the other, leaping in.
As soon as she landed, she suddenly made a "Huh" sound.
Because in her perception, the human consciousness and bioelectrical signals of the resident of room 214 were rapidly declining or weakening.
In common language, this meant that the target had entered a near-death state and could stop breathing at any time.
How is that possible? I only deprived him of his consciousness... Jiang Baimian was both surprised and puzzled.
She was about to rely on the faint starlight outside the window to observe the situation in the room when a shadow appeared behind her, darkening her vision.
Shang Jianyao had followed up and blocked the window.
Jiang Baimian decisively took out the flashlight she had stuffed into her pocket for climbing convenience and pushed the switch.
Click, a yellowish beam of light shone forward, allowing Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to see the scene in the room:
Two single beds were placed on the left side, and a wooden long table and cabinet were on the right.
At this time, a figure was lying on the aisle between the bed and the table, eyes wide open, with a faint stench emanating from the lower body.
He was a male Greytown native, wearing a slightly old white T-shirt and black trousers, seemingly not yet thirty years old, with a long face and messy hair.
"Dead..." Shang Jianyao muttered to himself in confusion as he entered the room through the window. "I clearly used 'Consciousness Deprivation,' not 'Sudden Cardiac Arrest.'"
Obviously, he and Jiang Baimian had the same thought:
Such a powerful opponent should not die so easily, or even be subdued so easily. There might be some twists and turns in between.
But the fact was that the target was indeed dead, and human consciousness had disappeared in Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian's perception.
"Check it out," Jiang Baimian quickly issued the order.
She took a few quick steps, squatted next to the body, and stretched out her left hand, carefully starting the examination.
At this time, because the sound of the window being smashed was relatively loud at night, the hotel staff on duty noticed the movement and walked to the back of the building, looking for the source. The soldiers responsible for the cordon in the distance also turned their attention to this side.
After quickly checking the traces, Jiang Baimian had a preliminary judgment.
She frowned slightly and said:
"This person was deprived of consciousness, and it seems that he hit his head when he fell.
"There are obvious signs of impact on his head, and there are traces left on the nearby table legs.
"So, this is an unfortunate accident? The coma caused by 'Consciousness Deprivation' made the target accidentally hit his head when he fell, and his long-term abnormally high blood pressure made his brain blood vessels fragile. After such a collision, multiple areas hemorrhaged heavily, leaving no time for rescue?"
Shang Jianyao slapped his left palm with his right fist:
"The price he paid was actually not high blood pressure, but bad luck?"
The target had previously encountered such an absurd event as running out of blood pressure medication and having the ones in the room stolen. Now, a fall cost him his life.
Jiang Baimian was unable to refute Shang Jianyao's guess for a moment.
In her twenty-plus years of life, this was the first time she had seen such an unlucky person.
After a few seconds, she exhaled and said:
"The price should still be high blood pressure. Otherwise, not taking blood pressure medication once would not have been so serious.
"So, don't think that the price of high blood pressure can be controlled by taking blood pressure medication, which is equivalent to being able to take advantage of it, but the actual problem is not small at all. Some things may be completely irrelevant to others, but for him, it is a major event. A little bad luck will lead to irreversible consequences."
"Yeah." Shang Jianyao said with feeling, "I think our current state is pretty good."
Being able to say such a thing means it's not very good... Jiang Baimian muttered silently, her eyes falling on the dead man's chest.
There, he was wearing a portrait badge.
The portrait was very blurred, and it was impossible to tell who it was. There were also some mottled marks on its surface, and it seemed to belong to the relics of the Old World.
Jiang Baimian thought for a while and said to Shang Jianyao:
"You take it and confirm the situation.
"I'm responsible for preventing accidents."
Shang Jianyao couldn't ask for more, and immediately squatted down, reaching for the old badge.
As soon as he grasped it, his whole body instantly froze there, and his eyes could not move.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a little again, making her, who was still wrapped in the quilt, tremble even more severely.
Wrong! Without any hesitation, Jiang Baimian leaned forward abruptly and grabbed Shang Jianyao's left palm with her right hand.
He was wearing the "Six Senses Bead" there!
With the help of the "Six Senses Bead," Jiang Baimian saw in front of Shang Jianyao, at the badge, a dark shadow was trying to emerge from the void, getting bigger and bigger, and more and more human-shaped!
It was connected to Shang Jianyao and had partially invaded his body.
At first glance, it looked like a demon had suddenly emerged from Shang Jianyao's body, a demon from hell rather than reality!
Jiang Baimian directly raised her left palm and released high-voltage electricity without reservation towards the dark shadow on the badge.
Zzt!
Countless silvery-white arcs jumped out, rushing forward and striking the dark shadow one after another.
The smell of焦糊 followed, and the suddenly illuminated room finally attracted the attention of the hotel staff on duty.
Finally, in Jiang Baimian's "vision," the dark shadow shrank back into the void, and no more strangeness emerged from the badge, and the surface became more and more mottled.
Shang Jianyao's eyes returned to normal, and without any lingering fear, he exclaimed:
"It's very similar to Mr. DiMarco, but it feels much stronger."
"But this strength didn't show up... because it's separated by the node of the 'New World'?" Jiang Baimian also roughly understood what had just happened.
Someone in the "New World" was trying to "possess" Shang Jianyao through the brooch!
And judging from the fact that the dead man wearing the brooch had not been "possessed," the person in the "New World" should have a close relationship with him—if he had already been "possessed," then after his death, "possession" would not need to be separated by the node of the "New World." , just transfer it directly.
Shang Jianyao didn't answer, focusing all his attention on the badge, completely ignoring his right hand, which had been blackened by the electricity, and his slightly upright hair.
——At such a close distance just now, he inevitably suffered the impact of Jiang Baimian's high-voltage current. Fortunately, it was not head-on.
"The ability is 'Clairaudience,' and the price is the loss of taste." Shang Jianyao quickly came to a conclusion.
He had already tried using the badge and heard the hotel staff on duty discussing calling the Public Security Management Committee.
"Clairaudience"? No wonder they can monitor our movements and make timely arrangements... Jiang Baimian suddenly realized, stood up, and looked around the room.
The most striking thing was a computer and several instruments placed on the table.
Did they hack into the broadcasting system? Jiang Baimian looked around and said to Shang Jianyao, who was having a great time playing "Clairaudience":
"Put down the badge and call the Public Security Management Committee to take over."
Being in the territory of the "Salvation Army," the "Old Task Force" still needs to know how to avoid suspicion in many things.
For this reason, during Shang Jianyao's phone call, Jiang Baimian specifically asked him to emphasize the existence of Committee Member Huang and Ding Ling.
While waiting for the people from the Public Security Management Committee, Genawei also arrived at room 214, while Long Yuehong and Bai Chen guarded the items in their own suite, preventing accidents.
At this moment, the corridor was full of vigilant hotel staff, and several teams of soldiers responsible for the cordon outside the window had been transferred, with drones flying back and forth in the air.
The "Salvation Army" was quite efficient. Before long, Ding Ling arrived at the "Greytown Hotel" with seven or eight members of the Public Security Management Committee.
"Don't worry, Committee Member Huang has arrived nearby. Just tell the truth." Ding Ling glanced at the Public Security Management Committee personnel who were inspecting the room and the corpse and said to Xue Shi Yue and Zhang Qubing.
She then added:
"We are actually looking for people who have had accidents these days. I didn't expect you to lock on to the target so quickly. Good job!"
Jiang Baimian picked out the important points and explained how she and the others asked Zhang Lao, who was wearing an aluminum pot, for clues, how they communicated with the hotel manager Shen Kang, how they checked the target vehicle, and how they suddenly noticed contradictions in their memories when they recalled the events of the day in the dead of night.
Of course, she pushed the main "credit" to Genawei to avoid exposing her and Shang Jianyao's abilities and item characteristics.
"It's great to have a robot," Ding Ling said sincerely.
At this moment, a member of the Public Security Management Committee who was in charge of inspecting the room walked over and frowned slightly and said:
"The nuclear warhead was not found.
"It's not in the car either."
Jiang Baimian took a deep breath inwardly after hearing this.
The current situation is that the suspect has been found and arrested, but the nuclear warhead is missing?