Chapter 156 - Interweaving Clues (1/2)

Chapter 156: Interweaving Clues

Jiang Baimian laughed involuntarily when she heard that. “You sure are confident.”

She then added, “This is also a good thing. At the very least, you can still be filled with confidence and infect the entire team when we encounter difficulties and become depressed. This is called idealistic optimism.

“Uh, did you say that before?”

Shang Jianyao nodded. “I don’t mind it when you quote me.”

Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the stairwell. Then, she looked around and thoughtfully said, “There might be some Anti-intellectualism Church believers in this courtyard. The people who warned Zeng Guangwang might be hiding nearby.”

Lin Feifei—who was ‘controlled’—lived here. Zeng Guangwang—who had been warned and had almost hung himself—also lived here. If it weren’t purely a coincidence, it meant that the Anti-intellectualism Church had many spies in the area.

Before Shang Jianyao could give his ‘suggestion,’ Jiang Baimian sighed. “Unfortunately, there aren’t any photos; otherwise, we could ask the guard. It takes too much manpower to go door to door and investigate; it’s not something we can complete. Furthermore, it’s easy to alert the enemy and bring about accidents.”

Shang Jianyao’s eyes lit up as he quickly said, “I can sketch out the person who warned Zeng Guangwang by following his description.”

“Forget it then.” Jiang Baimian recalled Shang Jianyao’s drawings and directly rejected his suggestion.

She thought for a moment and said, “Go to the Hunter’s Guild and find Oudick. He might have a way to extract the person’s image from Zeng Guangwang’s dream.”

“I hope so.” Shang Jianyao had a look of regret.

The two of them left the door in Yellow Corner Alley, turned toward South Street, and walked toward Central Square.

Just as they were about to turn toward West Street, a loud bang suddenly sounded from the side.

Boom!

Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao reacted reflexively. One rolled and curled up behind a bench, while the other threw their body down on the ground, pretending to be a corpse.

This didn’t mean that they could block bullets in such positions, but they could avoid any possible attackers’ line of sight.

After the explosion, Central Square became noisy. Screams, loud shouts, and rapid footsteps sounded incessantly.

Upon seeing that no intense battle had broken out, Jiang Baimian left her hiding spot and looked at the spot where the explosion had occurred—it was Weed City’s public library.

This building’s glass windows had shattered. Black smoke and crimson flames spewed out.

The fire brigade—which wasn’t far away—quickly rushed over and used various means to put out the fire.

Several people covered in blood were carried out one after another. Some were still moaning, and some had already stopped moving.

Jiang Baimian glanced at Shang Jianyao—who had stood up—and a term surfaced in her mind: Anti-intellectualism Church!

She retracted her gaze from the relatively intact library and habitually observed her surroundings. Suddenly, her gaze stopped at a certain spot.

At the intersection of East Street and Central Square, a group of people—who had seen that the alarm had been lifted—were watching.

Standing at the edge of this group of people was a man in a black trench coat.

This man’s hands were in his pockets. He was about Jiang Baimian’s height, and he had slightly messy short hair. He looked very thin, and his face was abnormally pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness or had yet to recover.

As if sensing Jiang Baimian’s gaze, he turned his head and looked over. His eyes were almost pure black; they were like an abyss that could bury a person’s soul.

The man’s lips curled up as he revealed an indescribable smile. He then squeezed into the crowd and disappeared from Jiang Baimian’s line of sight.

Jiang Baimian fell silent for a few seconds before turning to ask Shang Jianyao, “Did you see that?”

“I saw it.” Shang Jianyao’s arms had already assumed a running posture at some point in time, but his legs didn’t move.

Jiang Baimian immediately smiled. “I thought you would rush over and beat him up.”

Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian strangely and frankly replied, “We can’t catch up.”

“Alright. This way, at least it won’t expose the fact that you know he’s a dangerous person.” Jiang Baimian looked at the library—where the fire situation was under control—and slowly exhaled. “I hope not many books are lost inside.”

This was the hope of many children in Weed City. A temporary teacher was enough to teach some things, but it was impossible to learn more without books.

Jiang Baimian didn’t say anything else. She led Shang Jianyao into West Street and entered the Hunter’s Guild.

She was just thinking about how she should leave Oudick a message if she couldn’t find him in the lobby when she realized that this Advanced Hunter was sitting at the edge of the area she and Shang Jianyao usually liked to stay in. It was unknown who he was waiting for.

Jiang Baimian walked over and smiled. “We have new clues.”

“Me too.” Oudick stood up while wrapped in his thick coat.

“Were you waiting for us?” Jiang Baimian came to a realization.