"You, you young man..." Zhang Baota's face turned red with anxiety. In the end, he had so many words to say that he could only pick up the wine glass on the table and drink it. Jiang Bai got a lot of information from Zhang Baota: "It is now 2178, 120 years after the end of the third mysterious tide. The scale of the mysterious tide has obviously expanded. In order to deal with the secondary disasters of the [Ghost System], a disaster prevention committee was established to build special tombs, which are the prototypes of future secret tombs..." Jiang Bai sorted out this information, ignored Zhang Baota, and walked straight to the strange couple. Although they were wearing couple clothes and eating a shabu-shabu, the couple was full of unfamiliarity, and even eating at the same table was a bit awkward. The two sat diagonally opposite each other, one eating spicy hot pot and the other eating non-spicy hot pot, and even the dishes and chopsticks were separated. Both looked to be in their mid-twenties. The woman put on light makeup, as if for a date, and the man cleaned himself up very cleanly, a little too clean, which made him look out of place. Like Zhang Baota, they are also extraordinary people. Seeing Jiang Bai walk to the table, the man was obviously a little nervous, and his left hand touched his waist, while the woman was calmer.
Jiang Bai said straight to the point, "You are the people from the Disaster Prevention Committee, right?" "Yes." The woman nodded and said lightly, "The Sichuan City Disaster Prevention Committee, codenamed [Nightingale], is carrying out the capture mission, who are you?" "I don't have much time..." Jiang Bai glanced at the countdown on the wall. There were only 3 minutes and 20 seconds left in 5 minutes. His conversation with Zhang Baota took almost a minute and a half. "I'm Jiang Bai. I'm on a mission. I'm checking the mission number 002. The confidentiality level is top secret. Can you contact the outside world?" The woman codenamed Nightingale frowned, her eyebrows full of confusion. "If the confidentiality level of the mission is really top secret, you telling me the mission code is already a leak. At the same time, I don't have the authority to check this level of mission." Jiang Bai said frankly, "The current situation is very special. This is just a historical scene, not reality. I want to find some answers from history. The progress of mission 002 is very important to me. It may be related to the final success or failure of the mission. As for the confidentiality level you mentioned, mission 002 is top secret. You really don't have the authority to check it, but your query will attract the attention of others, which is what I need." He has learned a lot of communication skills, but in the final analysis, sincerity is the ultimate skill of communication. Jiang Bai needs Nightingale's help. If he can contact the outside world of this era, Jiang Bai has many ways to prove his identity. The man at the table couldn't sit still anymore, and looked at Nightingale, "Madman?" The supernatural power brought by the mysterious tide can sometimes have side effects if used excessively, and it is possible to damage the brain. Nightingale shook her head, "I don't understand what you are saying, but considering the mysterious tide, everything is possible... Xiao Zhao, contact the branch and check the mission code 002."
"But Sister Ying..." The man wanted to say something, but was stopped by Nightingale's eyes. Obviously, in this operation, Nightingale is the person in charge. "Thank you." Jiang Bai continued, "Let others be quiet, we only have 3 minutes left, I need to concentrate on thinking about some problems." Nightingale looked at Jiang Bai in surprise, raised her hand and knocked on the table, "Quiet." The hot pot restaurant, which was originally very noisy, suddenly became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on Nightingale. Zhang Baota, who was drinking, was stunned when he saw this scene, his eyes were straight, his expression was dull, and he didn't even know that the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground. Everyone in this restaurant is actually an actor? Not only the customers, but also the cashier, waiter, and boss have all quieted down. It is obvious that they have received the information long ago. This is a trap. The person to be arrested is Zhang Baota. Jiang Bai can see through it at a glance. Only Zhang Baota himself is kept in the dark. After everyone quieted down, Nightingale looked at Jiang Bai and asked a few questions, "How do you know that the people in the store are all from the Disaster Prevention Committee?" "How much time do we have left, and what will happen when the time is up?" Jiang Bai answered casually, "The first principle of handling mysterious tidal disasters: Don't involve ordinary people in extraordinary events." Zhang Baota did not report at the specified time, and his supernatural power may go out of control at any time and turn into a ghost. If the Disaster Prevention Committee did not receive the information about his whereabouts, it would be fine, but Nightingale led a team to prepare for the arrest and appeared in the hot pot restaurant, which means that the situation is under control, and there will naturally be no ordinary people in the hot pot restaurant. Even the owner of the store used to work in the Disaster Prevention Committee, retired early due to injury, and opened this hot pot restaurant. "There are 2 minutes and 55 seconds left. When the time is up, an attack will occur. You need to save yourself. I will help, but I can't guarantee how many people can survive." "So..." Nightingale pondered, "If, as you said before, this is not reality but history, does that mean that we have died in the attack in history?" Jiang Bai shook his head, "I don't know what will happen next." At this moment, Xiao Zhao spoke up, surprised, "Sister Ying, we can't contact the headquarters!" Jiang Bai frowned, "Sure enough, the connection with the outside world has been cut off..."
"I think you cut it off." A pistol appeared in Xiao Zhao's hand, with the muzzle pointed at Jiang Bai. Xiao Zhao was obviously hostile to Jiang Bai. He didn't believe Jiang Bai from the beginning. He stared at him and asked, "Make up a story to cut off our connection with the outside world, block our actions, and say, what on earth do you want to do?" "Xiao Zhao!" Before Jiang Bai could take action, Nightingale suddenly took action and slapped Xiao Zhao's pistol away. At the same time, she apologized to Jiang Bai. "I'm sorry, Xiao Zhao hasn't carried out many missions. He's quite reckless. Forgive me. I'll give him a demerit this time...if we can go back." As he said that, Nightingale glanced at Xiao Zhao with a helpless look. Even when faced with a hostile transcendent, drawing out a gun was not the best choice. "It doesn't matter." Jiang Bai acted very calmly. Xiao Zhao's behavior did not pose any threat to him, not even a child's slapstick. He stamped his feet, the ice on the ground shattered, and everyone regained their ability to move. "There are 2 minutes and 30 seconds left. You have 1 minute and 30 seconds to move freely. Find a way to leave the hot pot restaurant, or contact the outside world. You can do whatever you want. You must obey my command at the last minute." After saying that, Jiang Bai was the first to walk towards the sliding door. Obviously, he also wanted to find a way to leave the hot pot restaurant. The man named Xiao Zhao had an angry face at the moment and whispered, "Sister Ying..." "Not convinced, are you?" Nightingale did not stand up, but stretched her hand to her collar and took out an ice pick. "Jiang Bai did not appear on the task list at all. The first moment he appeared, I was ready to attack him, and this ice pick also appeared on my collar. I have no doubt that as long as I take action, this ice pick will stab him. Into my aorta..." After listening to Nightingale's words, Xiao Zhao's face was filled with shock, and he muttered absentmindedly, "A sublimated transcendent... He didn't even have a chance to resist in front of Jiang Bai... It's impossible... He's so young..." "Xiao Zhao, there is one thing I need to correct you on." Nightingale sighed, feeling that there was no need to hide the matter now. "I just completed the second sublimation last week."
