Song He didn't know much about the matter involving the "spiritual corridor". After Jiang Baimian asked a few more questions, he took Shang Jianyao and others back to the hotel camp, each in his house, and each slept.

In a dizzy state, Jiang Baimian woke up, feeling her forehead was hot, her body was sore, her whole body was soft and weak, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Sick? She sat up with support and stuffed her pillow behind her back.

As she reached out to touch her forehead, she glanced at Shang Jianyao sitting next to another bed, taking advantage of the skylight outside the window, holding needles and threads, and carefully sewing a coat with multiple bullet holes.

This is a necessary skill for every "Pangu Biology" employee who has been performing tasks on the soil for a long time.

When she first formed the "old transfer group", Jiang Baimian planned to give a special class, but she found that Shang Jianyao was more skilled than her.

Then she thought that Shang Jianyao lived alone after he was fourteen or five years old, so she felt relieved and stopped talking about this.

"What time is it?" Jiang Baimian retracted his hand that touched his forehead and confirmed that he was really sick.

She didn't even have the energy to look at her watch.

Since she survived the dangerous period of genetic modification, she has not been sick for a long time, in addition to the inflammation caused by the injury.

It was because of the illness caused by the overload of the heart last night and the electric shock. Jiang Baimian thought about it, Shang Jianyao put down his needlework and clothes, looked at his watch with his wrist:

“It’s almost 1 o’clock.”

"So late?" Jiang Baimian was a little surprised.

She didn't feel hungry at all.

"You seem to be sick." Shang Jianyao pointed out.

"How did you find out?" Jiang Baimian asked subconsciously.

Shang Jianyao stood up, took out the small mirror that he carried with him and used to "mislead" him, and handed it to Jiang Baimian.

"Your cheeks are red, your lips are dry, and you were still talking in your sleep when you were asleep, as if you were calling 'mom' and 'dad'..." Shang Jianyao described every detail that supported his reasoning results.

"Stop!" A force surged from Jiang Baimian's body, forcibly stopping Shang Jianyao and continued to say.

She felt that her image as a female steel warrior had been seriously damaged.

After making the sound, she felt weak and her mouth was very dry, so she reached out to the bedside table where the debris was piled up, trying to pick up her water bag.

Before she finished her movements, Shang Jianyao was already coming over quickly, picked up the water bag, unscrewed the lid, and put it to her mouth.

"Wow." Jiang Baimian was shocked.

She didn't refuse, Gulu took a few sips of water before saying with a smile:

"Is this a confession for the unauthorized action last night?"

"This is what my companions should do." Shang Jianyao responded without changing his expression.

Jiang Baimian glanced at him and took this opportunity to ask:

"Why did you rush out then?"

Shang Jianyao answered seriously:

"If you don't solve that awakened person, all the Redstone Town people will die."

Jiang Baimian looked at his dark brown eyes and found that there was a clear area inside.

"Hey, at least remember to notify me in advance this time." Jiang Baimian sighed helplessly.

Speaking of this, she suddenly became a little angry:

"Why are you not sick?"

It is fair to both of you to be sick!

Moreover, the one who should get sick the most is Shang Jianyao. Maybe he can take this opportunity to break through the "disease island".

Shang Jianyao thought for a while and said:

"I wasn't as late as I was about to fall into a coma at that time."

This means that the load on his heart has not really exceeded the limit and has not been subjected to subsequent current stimulation.

Jiang Baimian bulged his breath in his mouth and said silently for a moment:

"Too……"

She immediately said:

"Quick, boil some hot water and get a towel, I'm going to apply it to my forehead.

"No matter what, you acted without permission last night and you have to accept the punishment!"

Shang Jianyao had no objection, so he skillfully boiled the tap water, adjusted the temperature, and twisted a towel over.

Jiang Baimian began to instruct him to do various things again, including but not limited to going to the next room to communicate with Bai Chenlong Yuehong, helping the patient to the toilet, changing towels, sewing clothes, and filling water bags.

Seeing Shang Jianyao busy back and forth, Jiang Baimian suddenly realized something:

During the time when his mother was sick, he was already proficient in these things.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Jiang Baimian's eyes lit up and he patted the edge of the bed and said:

"We had a misunderstanding before!"

"What?" Shang Jianyao looked like he was trying to understand the other party's meaning.

Afraid that his thinking would develop in a strange direction, Jiang Baimian did not keep it in a silence and explained directly:

“Aren’t we always thinking about how to address your fear of disease?

"In fact, with your attitude towards life and death, you shouldn't be so afraid of illness."

Shang Jianyao thought about it and said:

"I'm afraid of having no time to do things."

Jiang Baimian replied angrily and amusedly:

“This is not the point.”

She immediately said:

"I think your fear of disease is more of fear that it takes away the people around you, and there is nothing you can do."

Shang Jianyao fell into deep thought and didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Baimian smiled:

"I'll show you what it means to be strong and what disease means to be a person!

"If the company's genetic modification technology is promoted everywhere and genetic modification is no longer so dangerous and becomes controllable, then humans will be free from the threat of most diseases."

After saying that, she leaned against the pillow and said with satisfaction:

“When I recover, you can try it in this direction.

"Okay, get me some food, I'm starting to feel hungry.

"This is a good phenomenon!"

After lunch, because Jiang Baimian was sick, the responsibility for interrogating the captives was handed over to Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.

According to Jiang Baimian's instructions, they went to the vigilant church first and invited the warning man Song He to interrogate him.

This is to use the other party’s ability to be friendly so as not to expose the “reasoning clown”.

Song He was just starting out. After staying up all night, he didn't show any discomfort and his health was really well maintained.

He happily accepted Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong's invitation, and took two church guards to Hongshiji together and entered the public security office at the bottom.

With this warning man taking the lead, although Han Wanghou was still resting and did not come, Shang Jianyao and others easily entered the interrogation room and saw the prisoner who was the least injured.

This is a fishman with gray-black scales on his body, and his gills tremble slightly from the bottom of his ears to his neck.

——In Long Yuehong's eyes, there is no difference in all the fishman's appearance, and he can only rely on height, shortness, fatness and thinness to distinguish.

After each took their seats, Shang Jianyao asked first:

"Who is that suffocating fishman?"

The fishman captive behind the iron railing looked at him with his protruding eyes, lowered his head, and remained silent.

At this time, Song He smiled and said:

"This is not a secret matter."

The fishman captive thought about it carefully and it seemed that this was the truth.

He quickly relaxed his attitude, raised his head and said hesitantly:

"It's the messenger of God."

"The messenger of God? Which messenger who holds the year?" Long Yuehong was very polite and asked after getting Song He's consent.

"It's not the year." The captive of the fishman shook his head, "He was originally our third pastor, and we believed in the God of the Old World. Later, he asked us to change it to him."

The language of the fishman evolved from the Honghe language. Long Yuehong struggled to hear it. It took a while to understand the other party's meaning.

However, Song He, who obviously learned the language of local people by himself, asked fluently:
To be continued...