Shang Jianyao sighed in disappointment.
After three attempts at entering the deputy minister’s office from different doors, Jiang Baimian finally found her destination.
Upon seeing that she was alone, Xenny heaved a sigh of relief and pointed at the chair opposite the table. “Have a seat.”
Jiang Baimian had just sat down when she asked bluntly, “Minister, what’s the matter?”
Xenny smiled gently. “I was originally worried about which helpers to assign you for the subsequent missions, but you told me that Long Yuehong and Bai Chen could take up the last post.”
“Actually, Shang Jianyao and I are enough.” Jiang Baimian deliberately changed the topic, not wanting to discuss Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.
Xenny shook her head. “If there are too few people, many things will be inconvenient. Yes, with Shang Jianyao’s abilities, he can temporarily find some helpers.” Since this matter had been resolved, she didn’t say anything else. She then asked, “Don’t you think it’d be a rush to set off next month? Sticking to the plan, it won’t be summer when you reach Icefield. The climate will be quite bad.”
Jiang Baimian voiced the clear plan in mind confidently. “I just think it’s better to do it earlier than later. It’s relatively simple to find the city ruin where Shang Jianyao’s father last appeared, but it will definitely take a large amount of time to discover the clues. It’s the same for locking onto the Eighth Research Institute’s exact location. We have to have sufficient patience to catch the fox’s tail.
“Therefore, I’m worried that one summer isn’t enough. Compared to Icefield in October September, Icefield in May is relatively milder.”
Xenny thought for a moment and nodded slightly. “Then, prepare more winter protection equipment and high-caloric food.”
“Yes, Minister!” Jiang Baimian didn’t hide her smile.
After that, Xenny asked a few detailed questions and received satisfactory answers.
The Old Task Force’s schedule was confirmed.
One day in March, Shang Jianyao and the others drove the jeep out of Pangu Biology’s underground building. As fresh air blew in from the window, Jiang Baimian felt her heart broaden.
Upon seeing that the car was a little silent for a long time, with Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Shang Jianyao immersed in their own thoughts, she deliberately looked at the driver’s seat and casually asked, “Hey, have there been any changes to Xiaochong’s rift?’”
“No.” Shang Jianyao had a look of disappointment.
Jiang Baimian then asked, “Then, has Room 506’s owner recently been dreaming?” Shang Jianyao shook his head again. “She seems to have lost the ability to dream. I suspect that she got someone to hypnotize her so that she stops dreaming.”
Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and asked, “Which periods have you tried?”
“9:30 p.m., midnight, three in the morning, and six in the morning.” Shang Jianyao didn’t realize that he had been working very hard.
Jiang Baimian fell silent for a moment before saying, “No dreams at night. Either she found a way to control herself from dreaming, or she doesn’t sleep at all.”
“Doesn’t sleep?” Shang Jianyao’s eyes lit up.
Jiang Baimian tersely grunted. “Give afternoon nap time a try in the future.” “Alright!” Shang Jianyao had an excited expression.
Jiang Baimian ended the topic and looked at the rearview mirror. She turned around and smiled at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen in the back row. “I know what’s troubling you, but this will only affect your focus. It won’t make the situation any better or worse.”
“Little Red, just say it,” Shang Jianyao interrupted.
Jiang Baimian glared at him and continued, “In that case, we might as well throw the problem to the back of our minds and seriously complete what’s at hand to see if there’s anything we want.”
Shang Jianyao shouted, “Yes, yes, yes. Listen to music! Listen to music!”
Long Yuehong and Bai Chen looked at each other and nodded. They then said, “Alright.”
“We’ll adjust.”
At this moment, the jeep drove into the wilderness like an arrow, going straight ahead.