Embers Ad Infinitum

Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical repair shop came to the "wolf den".

He and Ogg are more familiar with each other. If there is any line failure here, as long as it is not complicated and you are eager to use it, you will always find him.

"The camera is broken?" The nearly middle-aged man looked up at the equipment at the door.

Like most people in Honghe, he looks quite old, and his skin seems to have been sanded.

Although Ogg had lifted his "hypnosis" and had no memory of repairing, he still nodded:

"Yeah, it's all broken, so I asked you to take a look.

"If it doesn't work, I'll replace it with a new one. It has been used for several years anyway."

The owner of the electrical repair shop smiled:

"Yes, I have a few second-hand ones, and the quality is not bad."

"Rich, are you sure it's second-hand, not three-handed, four-handed?" Ogg joked, greeted other "black shirts" members, and sent a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.

Rich went through the inspections one by one. When he was able to see the camera in the depths of the "Wolf's Den", his expression suddenly trembled.

He took out a memory card from the tool bag he carried and replaced the one inside.

After a brief check and confirming that no tracker or the like was attached, Rich stuffed the electronic product with surveillance video into his pocket.

Soon, he "fixed" the camera, took Ogg's money, and left the wolf den.

Back in the shop, he searched for an envelope with the address and recipient written at some point.

At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his shop.

"Can this be repaired?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small speaker with a blue background and a black surface.

Rich had to put down the envelope and memory card in his hand, took the speaker, connected it to his N-hand computer, and checked for any problems.

The tall man moved quickly to pick up the envelope and said with a smile:

"A love letter?"

"No." Rich reflexively snatched the envelope back, preventing the other party from seeing the recipient's address.

The man didn't force it, and waited for Rich to overhaul the speakers.

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The singing soon sounded.

"That's okay," Rich said puzzled.

The man with sunglasses opened his mouth wide:

"You're so amazing, just touch it to make it heal!"

"..." Rich didn't know how to respond.

The ponytailed woman asked immediately:

"how much is it?"

"1, 1 Drasse." Rich originally didn't want to collect money, but since the other party said that, then he didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money.

The ponytailed woman took out a drasse coin and pushed it to him.

After watching the two leave with small speakers, Rich checked the envelope and confirmed that there were no trackers inside.

He quickly put the memory card in and glued the seal.

When it was almost noon, he pulled up the store door and put the letter into the only postbox in this block.

In the afternoon, a postman wearing a green uniform and riding an old bicycle took the letter, stuffed it into his shoulder bag, and stayed with the rest of the letters.

Then he followed a fixed route and passed through different mailboxes.

When approaching an apartment in the Red Giant Wolf district, the postman's expression suddenly became blank.

He took out Richie's letter.

The address on the letter is not here at all.

The two are completely different.

After the letter was mistakenly delivered to a mailbox in this apartment, the postman left here.

Time passed quickly, and night gradually fell.

A man living in this apartment returned here after a day’s exhaustion.

When passing the mailbox area, he opened the one that belonged to him and took out the letter inside.

After seeing the completely wrong address in the letter, the short man's expression changed slightly.

He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and walked along the aisle to where he lived.

When passing by a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent over and **** his shoelaces.

During this process, he quietly stuffed the letter in his hand into the door of the neighbor's house.

Pulling the curtains, in the dimly lit room, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.

The hand then opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.

The owner of the hand simply checked and confirmed again that no additional electronic products were attached to the envelope and the surface of the memory card.

He found a dead bug in the envelope and thought it should have flown in before the letter was sealed.

The owner of the hand opened himself

In a portable computer, the memory card is inserted into the additional card reader.

He just opened the newly-appearing drive letter, and the computer's running speed suddenly became very slow.

Immediately afterwards, the speaker's mute state was lifted, and the volume was pulled to its maximum.

Ooh! Ooh!

The sound of a fire engine pierced the ears, echoing throughout the room, and through the closed windows.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted hoarsely:

"I am the priest of the'anti-intellectual religion', come catch me!

"I am the priest of the'anti-intellectual religion', come and catch me!"

The owner of the hand stood up suddenly, did not try to stop the out of control computer, and ran directly to the door.

When he opened the door, the sound from the computer speakers changed again.

A male voice sounded slightly resentful:

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The owner of the hand took a slower pace and quickly returned to normal.

He ran up the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the aisle here, rushed into one of the houses who was cooking dinner at the door, and jumped from their windows to the alley behind the apartment.

boom!

The owner of the hand splashed with stone chips in front of his feet, and a bullet nearly hit him.

It's not like the sniper failed to aim, but closer to deliberately doing it, which is equivalent to a warning.

The owner of the hand was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised his hands.

He no longer tried to run, because the next shot might hit him in the body, and the sniper was tens of meters away, which he could not influence.

At first the city couldn't help but arms, and the back alleys were relatively secluded. After such a gunshot created a brief tension, pedestrians on the streets outside quickly left the matter behind. Only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the sheriff and asked him to send him down. Look at what happened in the alley.

The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.

The person who came was Shang Jianyao wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt. He closed his eyes and said with a warm smile:

"I'm not the one who shot."

He meant that the person in charge of the sniper was still there, don't think about playing tricks.

The owner of the hand was silent and did not respond.

But his thoughts turned sharply in his mind.

The best way he analyzed was to restrain the person in front of him and use him as a hostage against the sniper in the distance.

Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw that in front of him was a man with brown hair and brown eyes who was about 1.7 meters tall, his face was haggard, and his mental state was not very good but not too tired.

"Fake ‘priest’." He sighed and shook his head.

In this tracking, the "Old Tune Team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectric signals and the virus compiled by Genawah.

They originally followed Rich, the owner of the electrical repair shop, but found that this was just a tool man, so they got in with a small bug as an excuse to repair the small speaker while the other party hadn't finished the envelope.

In the eyes of people who don’t understand the corresponding abilities, this is just a trivial thing, and basically won’t be noticed, and there are often no similar things in other letters of the postman.

In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.

Considering that the worm in the letter may not be able to live for long, Genawa has made a virus in the memory card in advance, which can make the poisoned computer turn on the speaker and play the virus with the predetermined content.

With it, the narrowed "old tune group" can lock onto the target by voice, and lie in ambush on each other's escape route separately.

After such a two-pronged effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the enemies who fled in a hurry.

Unfortunately, it is still a fake "priest".

"Fake ‘Priest’..." The man who was planning to "hypnotize" Shang Jian Yao while his eyes met was stunned.

His expression changed several times, and he blurted out:

"Why do you say that I am a fake ‘priest’?"

Shang Jian Yao didn't answer him immediately, and threw him a black cloth:

"Blindfolded."

While speaking, UU read www.uukanshu.com and he closed his eyes again.

The fake "priest" hesitated for a few seconds and saw that there was no opportunity to take advantage of it, but the sniper in the distance stared at him and had to cover his eyes with a black cloth.

After receiving Jiang Baimian’s confirmation through the walkie-talkie, Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and smiled and said to the fake "priest":

"Because the true ‘priest’ is between 7.5 and 1.8 meters, with heavier dark circles under the eyes, the whole person looks very tired..."

As I listened, the fake "priest" suddenly covered his head, showing an expression of pain.

Shang Jianyao asked:

"After you get the memory card and read the contents, who will you give the sorted information to?"

At this time, there was still music from a room upstairs:

"Hey, I really miss you..."

Note 1: Quoted from Karen Mok "If Without You"