People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 682 The Poet Opens the Box and Sends

"Your Highness, is there anything I can help you with?"

The poet followed Vina, shaking his head left and right, appearing particularly active.

Vina pursed her lips and said nothing.

In fact, she was not too confident in the poet. If possible, she did not want the poet to leave her sight for too long.

The poet noticed Vina's attitude, adjusted his hat, and tactfully said nothing more.

Vina had no interest in talking to the poet; she was thinking about other things.

She had actually met Baird last night, but unfortunately because of the rules set by Qi Yan, Amon strictly enforced the curfew even after Qi Yan "fell asleep".

No one in Rhodes Island wanted to break the rules just because of their relationship with Qi Yan, so Vina had to make an appointment with Baird to meet again.

Now, it was lunch time in the nursing home, and Vina immediately brought the poet, Morgan and others to the square.

At this moment, Morgan and others felt excited and worried when they thought about their upcoming reunion with Baird.

They couldn't imagine how Baird had lived alone under the control of the Sarkaz during this period.

After all, the poet is an intelligence officer and has a strong ability to read people's expressions. When he found out that these girls were all worried about something, they just shut up and acted as a background member.

But as several people walked around the square, the poet's occupational disease kicked in and he subconsciously looked around.

This look really allowed him to discover some clues.

"Your Highness, I really have something to report." The poet asked carefully.

Vina's heart moved. She knew that the poet was not the kind of person who was annoying. It must be something important that he insisted on talking to her at this time.

Seeing Vina nod to him, the poet secretly pointed to a figure on the edge of the square who was about to leave:

"There's something strange about that girl."

"Something strange?" Vina followed the poet's finger and found a film woman in a nurse's uniform. "Tell me more specifically, what did you find?"

"She was wearing a nurse's uniform, so she should have been knowledgeable about medical care, but she didn't show up during an emergency like last night."

The poet analyzed clearly: "There are two possibilities. One is that her original clothes were torn, and she just put on this nurse's uniform casually.

Second, she was busy last night and avoided the Sarkaz, so she missed the incident last night."

"Is your inference a bit too far-fetched?" Vina frowned.

"Your Highness, please listen to me patiently."

The poet waved his hand and continued, "I think the first possibility can be ruled out. First of all, given the Sarkaz's mobility, if they saw her in the nurse's uniform, they would definitely take her away without any explanation.

So whether she is a real nurse or not, she should be present at the scene.”

"Do you think the Sarkaz would recognize a nurse's uniform?" Morgan interrupted with a smile.

poet:"……"

Vina and the others couldn't help but laugh.

The poet shook his head vigorously and insisted:

"Even if the Sarkaz didn't know him, didn't the other people around the girl know him?

And this is not the only factor that influenced my judgment. Another point is that in addition to the nurse's uniform, she also carries a lot of bags and strange, meaningless strap decorations.

Although the bag was obviously empty, probably because it was handed over by the Sarkaz when they collected supplies, she still did not give up these burdens. This is a typical occupational hazard of battlefield doctors. "

"So you think there's something wrong with that little girl?"

Indra rolled his eyes and maintained his usual irritable temper: “Everything should be based on evidence, don’t bring the bad habits you had when you were working for the nobles here.

If we all rely on inference to convict people like you, then what is the difference between us and those nobles?"

"You... There is an old saying in Yan Country that says it is better to take precautions before a disaster occurs, and there is also a saying that a thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole." The poet retorted, "Now is a war time, there is no time for us to slowly play the court house game of investigating and collecting evidence."

"I think you are still determined to cause trouble." Indra became furious.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Vina quickly stood between the two and stopped the conflict in time.

Just as she was about to say something else, Amiya's voice suddenly came from the communicator on her ear.

After hearing the message from Amiya, Vina looked at the poet in surprise.

"What happened?" The poet was a little puzzled.

"Qi Yan said that you can move freely on this plot of land and investigate whatever you want."

Vina carefully relayed what Amiya had told her: "He said that if anything goes wrong, he will cover you up. Even if you encounter a strong enemy, you can run to him and he will keep you safe."

"hiss!"

The poet gasped at the sudden surprise.

"What virtue and ability do I have to be worthy of Qi Yan's attention?" the poet asked unconfidently.

"You can just ask him."

Vina didn't care. She was already accustomed to Qi Yan's bizarre behavior. She turned around and left the poet behind, taking Morgan and others to continue looking for Baird.

The poet hesitated for a moment, and slowly, his back began to straighten, and his whole body became full of energy and spirit.

"Duke, do you see it?" the poet said to himself nervously at the sky, "I have risen!"

The poet was dizzy from the surprise that came out of nowhere.

But he quickly regained his composure with his amazing willpower.

"There must be something shining in me that I don't even know about, but Qi Yan saw through me after only meeting me once. What a terrifying insight."

The poet clenched his fists, his fighting spirit slowly ignited: "I must make some achievements, and then use this opportunity to get in touch with Qi Yan and learn from him!"

Thinking of this, the poet no longer hesitated and decisively set his target on the film woman he had just suspected.

After a delay, the other party's figure disappeared from the square.

The poet was not in a hurry. He was extremely confident in his tracking ability. There was no way a mere kitten could escape from his grasp.

Half an hour later.

"What about people?"

The poet walked around in a dark underground parking lot and was so frightened that he took off his hat and scratched his head.

"Qi Yan, this is really a ghost." The poet muttered in disbelief, "The other party's trace is clearly here, why did I lose him?

Something is wrong. I don't believe she can get away from me. She must be somewhere in this parking lot. Let's search her bit by bit."

Thinking of this, the poet put on his favorite hat again and began to check the parking lot one by one.

At the same time, in a passage in the corner of the parking lot, several pairs of eyes were fixed on the poet's figure from afar.

"Why is Caister's gray hat here?"

"That's not the point. The point is that he suddenly broke in and started checking the parking lot. If he continues like this, we will be discovered."

"We cannot be exposed before we make contact with Rhodes Island."

"You mean..."

A man in the passage raised his hand and wiped his throat.

The others nodded firmly and drew their weapons in unison, ready for a surprise attack.

Under their gaze, the poet carefully checked all possible hiding places one by one, even the gaps under the car, he lay on the ground and searched carefully.

The distance between the two sides is constantly shortening.

"This is the only safe passage corridor left."

The poet stared at the closed corridor door in front of him, took a deep breath, stepped forward and reached out to push the door open.