Chapter 61

While Shang Jianyao was still pondering the meaning of the last sentence, Jiang Baimian quickly wrote again:

"We all didn't feel anything unusual, but the chip detected something wrong, which means..."

She didn't finish writing, put away the paper and pen leisurely, and continued to prop her chin, staring at Qiao Chu's side face.

Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze, guessing a bit of the reason, but he didn't know what he could do or how to do it, as if some force was preventing him from thinking deeply, not wanting to consider where the problem came from or where it lay, making him vaguely hope that this wouldn't shatter a beautiful image.

The source of this force was not from the outside but from his inner heart.

Life was already so difficult, why not let himself indulge in a beautiful dream?

Bang!

Under Qiao Chu's command, the jeep passed through the gaps between several dark green vines, inevitably colliding with and brushing against some of them.

These plants, with their slightly red thorns, slid over the car windows, leaving countless, extremely fine scratches.

Shang Jianyao, who was searching for a solution on the surface of his thoughts, subconsciously looked over and, in the dim and gloomy environment, saw his silhouette reflected in the car window.

His heart stirred, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he was about to use the ability of the "Sentimental Person" on himself.

If it worked, he would immediately become sentimental, acting in a way that deviated from the logic set after being influenced.

For example, he couldn't tolerate Jiang Baimian, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong also staring at Qiao Chu, and would demand to leave as a retreat strategy. Or, he would insist on making things clear in this perilous situation...

When such an anomaly occurred, the situation would change, and whether the change was good or bad, it would expose some issues, helping Shang Jianyao return to "reality."

A few seconds later, Shang Jianyao's eyes returned to normal.

He looked down at his hands, then at his reflection in the car window, and shook his head slightly.

His attempt had failed.

The "Sentimental Person" seemed different from the "Detective Clown" and couldn't affect himself through such a simple, mirror-like method.

Shang Jianyao withdrew his gaze and thought seriously again, while Qiao Chu was focused on directing Bai Chen through the swamp filled with terrifying vines, with no time to spare.

Suddenly, the corner of Shang Jianyao's mouth twitched and curled up slightly.

In this oppressive and gloomy environment, he smiled like a mental patient.

After about ten seconds, Shang Jianyao's expression returned to normal.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He looked at his reflection in the car window again and muttered:

"Jiang Baimian has long legs, and I also have long legs..."

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian turned her head, her face full of confusion.

She raised her hand to touch the metal cochlear implant in her left ear, gesturing that she didn't hear clearly.

Shang Jianyao ignored her and continued to mumble to himself:

"Jiang Baimian is very capable, and I am also very capable..."

Qiao Chu heard Shang Jianyao's words, but on one hand, he had to identify the distribution of the vines, the road conditions, and various details of the swamp, making it difficult to focus. On the other hand, he thought it didn't sound problematic, like a jealous concubine privately slandering a favored one.

Long Yuehong also looked at Shang Jianyao, not understanding what he was doing.

Since he couldn't figure out the situation, he definitely didn't have the intention to expose the secret or protect Qiao Chu.

Shang Jianyao looked at his reflection in the car window, his eyes becoming even deeper:

"So?"

The next second, he asked and answered himself:

"We are the same."

Shang Jianyao's expression quickly changed, slightly distorted, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"What was he just saying?" Jiang Baimian asked Long Yuehong while looking at Shang Jianyao.

"He said you have long legs, he has long legs, you are capable, he is capable, so you are the same," Long Yuehong summarized the key points.

Jiang Baimian subconsciously opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it.

After a few seconds, she laughed and said to Shang Jianyao:

"Is this interesting?"

Seeing that the four-person group didn't think Shang Jianyao's words were a big issue and were openly discussing it, Qiao Chu, who was already busy, paid even less attention to this small incident.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao lifted his buttocks, leaned forward, and grabbed Qiao Chu's shoulder.

Qiao Chu instinctively reached for the "Union 202" in his waist holster, but he found that his right hand couldn't be raised.

It wasn't due to a lack of strength or because Shang Jianyao's grip on his shoulder locked his joints; he simply couldn't perform the action, as if he had never had this function.

A cold sweat immediately broke out on Qiao Chu's back, and he instinctively turned his head to look at Shang Jianyao in the back seat:

"What are you going to do?"

Shang Jianyao's eyes burned as he tightly grabbed Qiao Chu's shoulder, his mouth curling into a mad smile:

"I want to have you!"

Jiang Baimian's mouth opened slightly, unsure whether to scold, laugh, or stop him.

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who didn't understand the situation, were both surprised and bewildered, as if they were witnessing a god descending, no, a devil descending.

Qiao Chu's expression twisted, but his face didn't turn red, as if he had encountered similar situations many times.

Suddenly, there were tiny ripples in his golden eyes.

While desperately resisting Shang Jianyao's force dragging him to the back seat, Qiao Chu turned his head and gently said to Bai Chen:

"Give him a toy."

Bai Chen, not understanding, habitually stepped on the brake.

She opened the armrest box in a daze and took out some paper and a pen.

At this moment, Shang Jianyao was already a bit impatient and suddenly changed the position of his hands.

He grabbed Qiao Chu's neck with his left hand and formed a fist with his right, about to hit the area below Qiao Chu's ear, trying to knock him out and dismantle all resistance.

Almost simultaneously, Qiao Chu's body became extremely soft, like a large, human-shaped python.

With a twist and a wriggle, his neck slipped out of Shang Jianyao's grasp, feeling slippery.

Then, he spoke in a gentle voice, very quickly:

"Isn't drawing nice?"

Shang Jianyao's actions instantly paused, his expression showing unmistakable confusion and bewilderment.

He then looked at Bai Chen, took the paper and pen from her, and his smile gradually became more obvious.

After getting the paper and pen, Shang Jianyao eagerly sat down, using his thigh as a cushion, and started drawing.

He was very focused, extremely quiet, like a child immersed in his hobby.

Seeing this, Qiao Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He scanned the group with cold eyes and said without a smile:

"Turns out there's an awakened one among you."

"Unfortunately, I am too."

His hands had returned to normal, and his right hand was on the handle of the "Union 202."

This was his personal gun.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Qiao Chu gave up the idea of shooting Shang Jianyao and smiled slightly:

"Praise my mercy and tolerance, you will still be useful."

"I don't accept your obsession, but I can understand it. There was even a horse that chased me for over a hundred kilometers."

Jiang Baimian listened intently and sincerely praised:

"Amazing."

"Amazing," Shang Jianyao repeated Jiang Baimian's words while drawing without looking up.

Jiang Baimian then asked:

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you from?" Shang Jianyao repeated again.

Jiang Baimian couldn't help but glare at him, thought for a few seconds, and said with a "huh":

"I have breasts, you don't."

Shang Jianyao was about to repeat it, but his expression suddenly became bewildered again.

After a few seconds of silence, he refocused and quietly continued drawing.

At this moment, Qiao Chu had straightened his body and answered Jiang Baimian's question in a deep voice:

"This is not something you should know."

"I understand," Jiang Baimian said sweetly, not offended.

Qiao Chu then turned to Bai Chen, who had already stepped on the brake:

"Continue."

Bai Chen had no objections and, under Qiao Chu's command, continued to navigate through the vine "forest" deep in the swamp.

During this process, Shang Jianyao kept drawing until he completed a piece of work.

Then, as if he had just woken from a dream, he looked at the childlike doodle with surprise.

He raised his head, looked at the back of Qiao Chu's head, and remained silent.

As time passed, his state became similar to that of Long Yuehong and the others.

However, he didn't forget to fold the drawing and put it in his pocket.

Jiang Baimian tried to sneak a peek at what he had drawn but failed.

After a few more hours of travel, a group of mosquitoes, each the size of a finger with dark red heads, suddenly flew out from the dark green, slightly red vines.

"Bad luck..." Qiao Chu couldn't help but curse, and Bai Chen's body instinctively tensed.

One group, two groups, three groups, more and more giant mosquitoes flew out from different vines, forming a black cloud.

These fierce mosquitoes with dark red heads gathered together, like a black fog, densely covering the sky and blocking every gap.

In this scene, they seemed like an army from hell or a curse from the old world.

"Close the windows, charge through!" Qiao Chu ordered in a deep voice.

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