Chapter 88 Traitor (3)

The next second after being pulled into the cockpit, Jiang Jianming met Garcia's handsome but cold face as expected.

"...Tsk."

Garcia tilted his head and stared at Jiang Jianming, holding a portable tranquilizer aerosol spray in his palm, "Come here, Your Excellency."

As he said that, he was about to put the aerosol spray into Jiang Jianming's mouth with one hand, and the latter hurriedly turned his face to the side: "I've been treated with tranquilizers!"

"Oh," Garcia paused, threw the aerosol spray in his hand at will, and leaned back on the backrest with a cold expression, "You are really affected by the crystal bone."

Jiang Jianming: "..."

What is a wise man who thinks everything must have a loss!

He is kidnapping and defrauding others outside every day, and today he has capsized in front of his own small hall!

Garcia manipulated Comet Zhan into the sky. He turned off the screen so that the people beside him could not see the crowd surrounding His Excellency Lauren and pointing at the mecha.

But Jiang Jianming didn't really care about that at all. He was exhausted after the Star City machine battle just now. At this time, he shrank in the driver's seat directly next to Garcia, and closed his eyes before going to sleep.

Garcia squinted at him: "Look at this embarrassment. It's staying up all night to track down the evidence, and driving the mecha to personally hunt down the enemy. After all this hard work, do you feel good now?"

"The good reputation was taken by others. The traitor died and the clues were interrupted. Only a kiss was given. The damage to Xuejiu needs to be repaired. Will I have to get sick again when I go back?"

... It seems that since the breakup a few days ago, His Royal Highness has been keen to mock him.

Jiang Jianming was a little funny and a little helpless, he reached out to touch Garcia.

The latter couldn't bear it any longer, he tore off his white gloves, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wear gloves every day, and when I return to Yin Beidou, no one will know that you will be given tranquilizers when you die on the side of the road. "

Jiang Jianming just smiled and didn't speak. He thought to himself that Garcia must be reluctant to throw himself away, but it was really cute to see His Highness so frizzy.

After another three minutes, Garcia somehow restrained his emotions. He said with a sullen face: "Look what I'm doing, didn't I just go to sleep?"

Jiang Jianming: "I don't want to sleep either."

Garcia put the crumpled white gloves on Jiang Jianming's face and covered his eyes: "Sleep."

...

Jiang Jianming gradually began to feel that Garcia seemed to know his physical condition better than himself.

Duke's death not only cut off an important thread, it seemed to cut the strings that had been straining on his mind for days.

Jiang Jianming fell asleep on the mecha, returned to the room and was put on the bed by Garcia, and continued to sleep with the quilt.

He felt more and more uncomfortable when his consciousness was reversed, his body was heavy and hot, his headache was splitting, and he couldn't even breathe. Jiang Jianming vaguely knew that he really had a fever again, but he couldn't open his eyes to wake up.

It snowed lightly that evening, and Garcia helped him up and put on thick clothes for him.

Jiang Jianming hooked the other's cuff with his fingers, and even though he had no strength at all, his whole body was shaking unconsciously.

He couldn't lift his eyelids, and rubbed against Garcia's neck by feeling, and said angrily, "Go...where to go."

Garcia: "What do you think?"

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes and panted, and murmured, "I have medicine, don't take me to the hospital...don't go."

Garcia ignored him and wrapped a thick scarf around his pale neck, but Jiang Jianming suddenly struggled: "No, I...don't go..."

Garcia's brows twitched, and he said patiently in a low voice, "Even if the hospital knows that you are an amorph, you won't be idle enough to stab the military. What are you worried about?"

Jiang Jianming suddenly looked up at him weakly, and his expression became extremely sad.

He clearly didn't cry. But in the night, those eyes seemed to be wet after a rain, and they were slightly scattered, which was worse than tears.

Garcia didn't move, his eyes were bottomless.

After a while, he put Jiang Jianming in his arms and looked out the window... Snowflakes fell outside the window and fell into the dimly lit streets.

After a long time, Jiang Jianming said softly, "No."

Garcia sighed: "I see, don't go."

The scarf was still wrapped around it. Garcia hugged Jiang Jianming and went out in the dark. He found an empty space nearby and called out Xue Jiu.

... Who would have thought that there would be a Class A mecha deployed not to fight the enemy, but to stuff people into the treatment cabin inside?

For Jiang Jianming, the later memories were intermittent. He seemed to wake up many times that night, but every time he opened his eyes, Garcia was by his side, silently accompanying him.

There was only one scene that impressed him: when the snow outside heavier, he seemed to see Garcia resting his hands on the glass hatch of the treatment cabin, with the mechanical structure of the mecha Xueguo and the flashing lights behind him. A certain inorganic cool atmosphere was brewed.

The prince's eyes were condescending, and he seemed to be talking to him and seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was so low that it was difficult to hear.

"What if I...you're alone..."

"...you are like this...he is willing to..."

In the middle of the night, Jiang Jianming's body temperature dropped a little, he woke up with his eyes open, and said in a weak voice that he was thirsty.

Garcia helped him up and fed him with water. Halfway through feeding, he suddenly removed the cup and asked in a deep voice, "Who am I?"

"..."

Jiang Jianming was dazed and looked at him blankly.

Garcia persisted for a long time before he was defeated, and handed the cup to his pale lips again: "...Forget it, drink water."

Jiang Jianming woke up a lot after drinking this glass of water. At least he realized that Garcia would not be able to stay up late while sitting next to him, so he tugged at His Highness's cuff: "You sleep with me."

Garcia frowned: "Why are you so clingy when you're sick?"

However, he still hugged the crippled human with fever into his arms and lay down together in the treatment cabin.

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes with peace of mind. Garcia pushed his sweaty black hair behind his ears, put his lips together with some emotion, and gently rubbed his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Jianming was a little itchy, moved subconsciously, buried his face on Garcia's shoulders, and hid, so as not to kiss this person.

So who is clinging to...

Before falling asleep again, Jiang Jianming vaguely heard Garcia say something in his ear.

He said in a low voice... When he gets better, he will tell himself a secret.

The snow did not stop until the next morning, and the sky was overcast.

When Garcia woke up, there was no one in his arms. He was really startled, and when he got up, he tapped his forehead lightly on the hatch.

"..." Garcia got up with an ugly face, and heard the voice of conversation coming from the front.

Zheng Yue: "Little Excellency, so you, did you send someone to follow Duke?"

"No." Jiang Jianming sat in Xuejiu's driver's seat wearing a coat, and the communication with Zheng Yue was on on the screen.

He has recovered very well, and when he talks with a smile, he doesn't look like someone who was sick last night, "Didn't I say that it's inconvenient to do anything when there is no evidence."

Zheng Yue: "Then how do you know that he was conspiring with Young Master Brandon—"

"Tricked him." Jiang Jianming stretched lazily, "The little servant who has done bad things for the master's family, when he sees someone sent to hold him accountable, of course he will be frightened and run to report to the master's family as soon as possible, very simple. reason."

He lowered his pale cheeks, and said quietly: "Unfortunately, it's useless to say these things now, people have been confirmed dead. This clue can't be dug up."

Garcia frowned and thought to himself: what kind of constitution is this, you have a fever at every turn, and you can get out of bed and deal with affairs after burning all night?

Before he walked over, he listened to Jiang Jianming and Zheng Yue talking beside him.

"Oh, that's right, because I couldn't reach you yesterday, Lieutenant General Luther has sent troops to control the Brandon's house."

Zheng Yue touched his nose and shrugged, "But... the results were not ideal, and nothing was found. The owner of the Brandon family also cried and said that Jin Ilun slandered him and made the lieutenant general angry."

Jiang Jianming said helplessly: "Of course I can't find it. Haven't you been investigating this matter some time ago? Under this situation, a fool wouldn't dare to pile up real crystal mines in his house."

"And...Actually, I have some doubts, there may be someone behind Brandon. Five folding mechas, unlike ordinary nobles, can penetrate into the interior of the Golden Sun Wheel without knowing it. suspicious."

Zheng Yue was surprised: "You mean, there is a bigger mastermind behind it?"

"It's just suspicion, it's hard to say." Jiang Jianming shook his head, so he wanted to start with Duke's staff and find some clues.

The hidden crystal chaos in the far interstellar space left him with lingering fears. He thought that even if he couldn't dig out the deepest hidden murderer right away, he would at least recover the real crystal ore. Now it's like a bomb hidden in the dark, not even knowing when and where it will detonate.

Jiang Jianming sighed secretly, and said a few words casually to cut off the communication with Zheng Yue. But was thinking in heart: that Mr. Lauren, appeared too timely.

At that time, he could clearly feel that Duke's attitude had loosened, and as a result, the plane crashed and died on the spot...

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from behind and landed on top of his head.

"...Ah." Jiang Jianming raised his eyes leisurely.

I saw Garcia quietly sticking out his face from the side: "Are you finished talking?"

Jiang Jianming couldn't help laughing: "Good morning, Your Highness, why did you sleep so messily with your hair? It's all tangled together."

After all, Jiang Jianming naturally stretched out his hand and pressed Garcia's shoulder, causing him to bend over and stroke the curly hair that jumped up in front of him disobediently.

Garcia originally wanted to ridicule this unconscious patient a few more words, but unexpectedly, the betrayal of his hair made him lose his momentum. In the end, he just patted Jiang Jianming's hand, and said with a livid face, "...Go back and do it again."

The snow outside looked like it wouldn't stop for a while. They took back the snow dove and walked back slowly side by side.

"The day after tomorrow is... New Year's Day." When he was about to enter the door, Jiang Jianming looked back at the pedestrians on the street.

"The New Year's festival in Aslan Star City is always very lively, and I want to spend it with you."

Garcia looked at him with an indifferent tone: "It seems that you only have three days to find these real crystal mines."

Jiang Jianming smiled: "You can help me too."

"If you don't help, you can solve it yourself." Garcia said, "There is a reward for solving it. I will take you to a place."

He said and pushed open the door, and suddenly found that there was a letter on the military liaison device placed at the entrance.

Jiang Jianming thought it would be Old Marshal Chen or Lu Dezhong in the future to ask about the details of the scene. He bent down to change his shoes and clicked on it, but the text that popped out was unexpected.

The sender was actually Gerhard Lauren, the Prime Minister who sent someone to kill Duke's staff yesterday.

The content is not an important business, but a personal letter.

In the letter, he first expressed his condolences to His Royal Highness Laian and his condolences to the widow of the crown prince in a polite tone, and then expressed his condolences to the shocking change in Star City yesterday. have infinite admiration for the body to join the Golden Sun Wheel.

All in all, garrulous and insubstantial politeness took up two-thirds of the letters. Jiang Jianming read these paragraphs at a glance, then took off his coat and stuffed it into Garcia's arms.

It was not until the last few paragraphs of the letter that His Excellency Lauren wrote in a euphemistic tone that the situation in the empire is now severe and it is coming to a critical turning point, which makes him toss and turn, and deeply feel that his ability and knowledge are shallow.

The Crown Princess, as an Amorphous Race from a commoner, is also a top student of the Kaios Military Academy. She is deeply appreciated by the Crown Prince and the Commander-in-Chief. .

Finally, an invitation letter for a banquet was attached, linking the above text, the intention is obvious.

Garcia, who came together to watch, gave an evaluation before Jiang Jianming: "This person has a problem."

Jiang Jianming turned his head: "How do you say?"

"Yesterday there was turmoil in Star City, and I went over when the commotion broke out."

Garcia shook the coat that Jiang Jianming had taken off, shook off the snow, and hung it aside.

"I originally wanted to go around and attack you, but soon found that you were too fast, and the direction of travel was chaotic. You may change lanes every second, and you can't stop it."

"Comet Zhan is already the fastest Grade A mecha. I can't stop it, and it is impossible for the private mecha division of the noble family to stop it."

Garcia said lightly, but there was a chill in the bottom of her emerald eyes, "Not to mention finding a good cover and ambush there in advance."

Jiang Jianming was stunned, and suddenly he understood the deep meaning of His Royal Highness's words:

In such a fast pursuit air battle, it was impossible for Lauren to predict that Duke Staff would pass the Twin Towers unless—

Unless he knew in advance, Staff Duke would drive the mech in this direction after defecting.

Jiang Jianming grabbed Garcia's arm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Garcia looked at him and said nothing.

Only then did Jiang Jianming remember that he was lying in someone's arms with a fever last night.

Feeling guilty, he quickly took off the snow-soaked scarf and woolen hat, stuffed them into His Royal Highness's hands, turned around and ran away.