Chapter 247 Big-Headed Fat Daughter
With so many people, the spacious training room became extremely lively.
Due to his own special circumstances, Qi Ling remained in the metal house and was unable to come and join everyone.
Zhou Tianqi and Qi Jun ran up to Tao Haohao and Duan Xi, and said gloatingly, "Oh, you got punished?"
The two of them ignored each other and buried their heads in their heads, silently counting.
If you miss one, the captain can punish you with another hundred. You still have to be an instructor tomorrow, so don't make sure you can't get up.
Orange started running too, deliberately shouting, "Your form isn't up to standard, is it? How can this be considered correct?!"
Duan Xi lost his composure in an instant, angrily shouting, "Get lost!"
Tao Haohao: "You just wait!"
Not far away.
Bai Yu was holding Yun Zhao's coat, looking at it with great interest, but her smile vanished when she saw Jiang Mu enter.
She suddenly remembered the diary.
I want to ask Jiang Mu where he found the red-crowned crane's diary.
But the sentinel's senses were sharp, and with so many people around, she couldn't possibly speak.
Bai Yu subconsciously looked at Yun Zhao.
At this moment, Yun Zhao had just completed his eighth push-up.
Two phoenixes chirped and flew back and forth nearby.
She had been so confident just moments before.
He looked completely listless.
Xie Tu stood to the side, turning his head to dodge the little bluebird's sneak attack, his brows slightly furrowed.
The fire phoenix roared: "[The Azure Phoenix is angry again. Why did you provoke it?]"
Yun Zhao struggled to complete the last two, his posture was not quite standard, and his lower body was almost entirely lying on the mat.
Xie Tu paused for a moment, but ultimately said nothing, and turned to pour her a glass of water.
"Thanks."
The indoor temperature is gradually rising.
Yun Zhao was slightly sweaty. He got up, took the water, and sat down on the mat to rest.
The little bluebird flew over and landed on her head, hopping around to express its dissatisfaction.
The teammates haven't finished their 100 yet.
Four teammates lay on the ground, supporting their bodies with their hands, and did push-ups very quickly, going straight up and down.
Jiang Mu's team was causing trouble on the side.
The training room was noisy.
Seeing that she was alright, Xie Tu walked to the table and began to clean the ingredients.
There are too many people, so to save time, we'll have hot pot for dinner tonight.
People in Southwest China have a deep love for hot pot and never get tired of it; no one objects to that.
Xie Tu came over and said, "I'm going to the warehouse to get some ingredients."
The warehouse was full of luncheon meat, vermicelli, dried kelp, and other ready-made ingredients for hot pot.
The vermicelli and kelp need to be soaked in advance.
Yun Zhao nodded and watched him leave.
Snow was falling heavily outside, and a cold wind rushed in the moment the door was opened, making the sentries feel a strange chill.
"What's wrong with Captain Xie? Why is the air conditioning so high?"
Orange belatedly realized, "No wonder it was so hot."
Another teammate of theirs, named An Wenle, ran over and set the air conditioner to 20 degrees Celsius.
Bai Yu ran over with a down jacket in her arms and quietly pointed to Jiang Mu, who was idling not far away.
Jiang Mu leaned lazily against the window, turned to face them, and looked down as if replying to a message.
Yun Zhao put down his water glass, picked up the metal box, and stood up.
According to Bai Yu's description, the red-crowned crane is a native of Southwest China.
Before awakening to become a guide, he had never left the sanctuary.
That's exactly what's recorded in the diary.
Why did the red-crowned crane's diary end up outside and get picked up by the people at Dawn Base?
Jiang Mu was indeed replying to the message.
The base was helpless and frustrated by their decision to go to the Dawn Base for the winter, and sent dozens of messages urging them to return.
As is Jiang Mu's usual style, all his replies are copied and pasted.
The guide is sick, and the child's emotional support hasn't been provided yet.
With a communicator with such a small screen, he simply didn't have the patience to type each character one by one.
Minister: [Don't I know you? You just want to slack off!]
Minister: [Even if you're not coming back, finish your year-end report! Send it to me online!]
Jiang Mu continued copying and pasting, then after a moment's thought, deleted the first few words: "[The child's emotional support hasn't been provided yet.]"
Right now, I don't have the energy to write.
The annual task completion rate is there, and the assessment team is responsible for compiling and organizing the statistics. Why do we still have to write personal feelings?
Jiang Mu noticed footsteps approaching and looked up to see Yun Zhao carrying an iron box walking towards him.
That iron box was something he had commissioned to be made; he was very familiar with it.
Inside was that diary.
"Finished reading?" Jiang Mu asked, looking up.
Yun Zhao nodded. "Okay, here you go."
Jiang Mu reached out and took it.
Yun Zhao then asked, "Where did you find this diary?"
Jiang Mu: "These are things I bought from a stall in the base market."
He was interested in the history of the Dark Ages.
I happened to be passing by and saw it, and the price wasn't expensive, so I bought it with my points.
Yun Zhao was slightly taken aback, not expecting this answer.
Doesn't that mean the trail has gone cold?
"What? Are you interested in what's above?"
Jiang Mu raised an eyebrow. "Judging from the diary, it must have happened in the early Dark Ages. Even if we know where it was found, is that useful?"
Jiang Mu cared even more about the "spiritual pull" mentioned above than she did.
A guide who can control sentries?
As a Sentinel, the thought of potentially becoming someone else's puppet is daunting.
Jiang Mu's face darkened, and a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.
He originally only read that diary as a casual record.
Separated by more than a hundred years of history, the truth and the falsehood are indistinguishable to later generations.
Since none of the guides outside had this ability, he didn't take it seriously.
But ever since we experienced Zone 88 (contaminated area)...
Jiang Mu intuitively felt that everything recorded in the diary must be true.
There was once a guide who could control and manipulate the sentries.
Fortunately, the diarist was a good person at heart and did not use this ability to control the sentinels to do evil.
Yun Zhao thought for a moment, "Then can you find the person who sold you the diary back then?"
Jiang Mu asked in surprise, "Do I really have to know?"
Yun Zhao nodded, adding calmly, "If we know the exact location, perhaps we can look for clues and maybe make some other discoveries."
Jiang Mu thought about it and agreed.
If the diary was found near a contaminated area, the flow of time inside is different from that outside.
The diary's owner may still be "living" in the contaminated area.
Jiang Mu readily agreed, "Okay, I'll call and have someone check it out. Add me on WeChat, and I'll let you know if there's any news."
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhao stepped forward, held up the communicator, and read the number to him.
The two not only exchanged phone numbers, but also added each other on the platform numbers of the four major bases, so they could communicate directly by sending messages.
Yun Zhao's expression turned somewhat strange upon seeing the title. "Can communication accounts within the base be used without real names?"
Jiang Mu's name is actually "Big-Headed Fat Girl".
Are you referring to the White Dawn Beast?
Jiang Mu replied lazily, "You don't know? None of the old fogies at Dawn Base told you?"
Xie Tu pushed the door open and came in at that moment.
The two people by the window were standing quite close, chatting happily over their communicators.
Xie Tu, expressionless, carried a pile of washed vegetables and tossed them to his teammates who had just finished doing push-ups.
"Go chop the vegetables."
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