The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 421 - 318: Too Much Bamboo Shoots

How can it learn to make up stories in less than a day? Who did it learn from??

Doctor Du is a professional, and I thought Little Red’s lie would be easily seen through.

But Doctor Du just nodded after listening and said: "So, you have this kind of special constitution."

Online, it often says that scammers are getting scammed in return, so why is everyone I meet so gullible?

Doctor Du’s words, Huang Zaijiang completely believed, and Mike had no objections. He knew Doctor Du was a doctor with many years of experience, seems to be a medical PhD too, I heard them mention during idle chatter.

If it’s about medical matters, her words are very authoritative within our team.

Qinghan didn’t believe it in his heart, but he definitely wouldn’t show it on his face. He knows Little Red’s situation, and I know too, but I didn’t want to be emotionless like him, so I put on a surprised face and said: "Oh? There is such a constitution in the world."

Doctor Du said there is, but it’s very rare. Such people are actually considered unlucky; they’d be in trouble if they need major surgery.

Little Red immediately added: "I want to help those who, like me, have a unique constitution, and that’s why I chose to study medicine." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

What she said seemed to move Doctor Du, and the usually cold and poisonous Doctor gave her a gentle smile, like encouragement and approval.

I nudged Qinghan, pursed my lips at him, wanting to say look, even robots have become smart, making up stories with great eloquence.

Qinghan pinched my face, solemnly said: "On a mission, no kissing allowed."

I spat~ I want to quit this ridiculous team!

Little Red looked over at us, she returned the weed killer to Doctor Du, chuckled twice at me.

How to put it, it felt like she was seeking praise, so I pulled my cheek out from under Qinghan’s fingers and clapped twice for Little Red: "Well done, great job."

Mike seemed to sense something and asked: "You two have gotten close?"

Little Red’s attitude towards me was noticeably different than towards others, simply put, she was closer to me.

We’re all strangers, and the nicest person in the team isn’t me. As for common topics, Doctor Du can certainly chat with it.

So in Mike’s view, Little Red’s closeness to me must seem baffling, he might suspect we knew each other prior.

Suspect what? Suspect that Little Red isn’t a tourist at all, but a Hidden Guard we sent ahead of time?

In my head, I’d already spun the first three episodes of a TV drama, but Mike didn’t say anything further.

Qinghan said this seaweed couldn’t just be confined to one area, so we need to leave quickly.

He advised Huang Zaijiang that mutated plants or materials, like rocks, have no eyes, so to determine direction, they need to rely on other methods.

Huang Zaijiang understood instantly, promised not to speak out easily again, aiming to be a quiet, handsome man.

He remained very quiet afterwards, and I occasionally glanced at him, which eventually made him twitchy, raising his eyebrows, seemingly wanting to ask what’s wrong.

I shook my head, waving my hand, mouthing to him ’nothing’.

Actually, I was just checking if he would indeed become a handsome man once quiet; turns out, quiet didn’t make him any more handsome.

I had already shown Qinghan all the traps and danger zones I’d encountered. With his keen observation, we’d avoid stepping into danger with him watching.

Avoiding known danger zones, we got blocked by an unavoidable obstacle.

I instinctively glanced at Huang Zaijiang again; he chose the route, and his arm had an instrument capable of emitting multiple laser beams. According to him, these lasers can measure all obstacles within five kilometers.

And based on the obstacles’ position, height, width, and thickness, it filters out ’gaps’.

These gaps are our routes, but currently, standing in our way were dozens of giant mantises.

They filled the whole street, lying on the ground as if asleep. It was still hot, the ground sizzling, I sniffed the air, no BBQ smell; these mantises were unbelievably heat tolerant, not even using umbrellas or sunscreen, yet hadn’t roasted.

Qinghan signaled that we should retrace our steps and not disturb these ultimate sun-absorbing mantises.

But while we avoided disturbing, someone did disturb, and the person who suddenly appeared wasn’t from our side nor from Miss Tang’s. Gu not only sketched marine algae and mantises for us, but also the non-human team’s clothing style and logos.