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After Wesley was ready, he did not set off that night, but drove to the company again to pick up Kyla from get off work.

"Did you buy a car?" Kayla asked in surprise.

"Yes, it is inconvenient to run around without a car, and it is possible to go anywhere. It is much more convenient to buy a pickup truck. If you need transportation in the future, you can just call me and be willing to help."

"Okay, then I remember, have you found news topics now?" Kayla was very concerned about Wesley's work.

"I found it. I went straight home after leaving, and then looked for clues on the Internet." Wesley said as he drove.

"On the Internet? Will there be any news on it? Has it been made public even if it is not?" Kayla asked suspiciously.

"You don't understand this. The Internet is the fastest channel for information dissemination, and there is no threshold, anyone can send messages on it. I just came to this city, and there is no way to get information without contacts. So how can I know the latest news the fastest? How can I discover the most attractive news?" Wesley asked with a smile.

"Oh, then you are learning about the city on the Internet, and then find out what you need in it." Kayla said suddenly.

"Yes, this is what I can do now, and find the subject matter I need in countless clues."

Kayla pointed the way, and Wesley drove the car to the supermarket and began to buy the ingredients for tonight, but Wesley always felt that someone was staring at them. This is a real person tracking, but the distance is very far, and it feels like being stared at. If yes, if no.

Sun Ming said to Apple in his mind: "This is the person who followed Kayla, and the distance is so far, it does not meet the tracking requirements, and may be lost at any time. This shows that they are not afraid of losing it. They must have known Kay for a long time. The guy pulling the schedule should be from the supernatural action department."

"Yes, do I need to put Elizabeth's program into the network? So that we can use surveillance for anti-tracking." Apple asked.

"No need for the time being, they are not a threat to us. The most important thing now is my first news. The news needs to be truthful. It is better for me to investigate it myself. I will go back to organize the information tonight, and then we will act directly tomorrow. "Wesley quietly continued to purchase things with Kyle. Both of them are big appetites, and they purchase a lot of things.

The two returned to the car with two kraft paper bags each, the feeling of being stared at was still there, and Wesley didn't care, and directly started the car and went home. After dinner, the two of them were sitting on the sofa at Wesley's home. Keira watched Wesley draw and design her home decoration. Although it is not necessary, it is also a good pastime in the evening.

Keira sat cross-legged next to Wesley, watching intently at the swing of the paintbrush in his hand, and then sketched out a different picture. The two were very close, and they could smell each other, but they didn’t. The atmosphere of the slightest ambiguity is still in heated discussions, a bit like an old friend for many years, a very strange scene.

Early the next morning, they had breakfast. Wesley drove directly to the Carker Group. Wesley didn't need to check in, and his working hours as a reporter were not fixed. Then he started wandering around the city.

Now he definitely can't go directly outside the city to explore, he needs to connect the clues, and then slowly guide them out, and the first goal is a piece of news on the Internet. A cash transport truck was robbed a few days ago, and the witness was a homeless man. He claimed to have seen a guy with horns rob the cash transport truck, but everyone was pretended to be a homeless man. The rumors are gone.

And Wesley’s goal is him. He found the person who wrote the message on the Internet. Wesley talked with him for a long time. They were all about aliens. The other party obviously liked the topic of aliens, and people had different hobbies. Based on his hobbies, Wesley communicated with him in the comment area where he posted the news, and finally got the address of the homeless man.

The homeless man, of course, doesn’t have any home address. He lives under an overpass. It’s far away from the crowd and is very suitable for homeless people. Collect hard packing materials to build a small nest here. It is the place where the homeless people live together.

Wesley drove here and found this guy easily. He was telling his friends about seeing aliens, and he seemed very proud. They have no pursuit of life anymore, now the only one The problem is to survive.

Wesley stood on one side and listened while watching the other person’s eyes. Although he was very proud, there was fear in the market. Wesley was sure that what this guy said was true, even though everyone was using it as a story. hear.

After he finished speaking, the people around him scattered. They still need to find today's food. After listening to the story, forget it. They can't be eaten. Wesley only walked up at this time, "I am very interested in your story, can you tell me carefully?" Wesley asked directly.

"Hehe, there is someone like you who wears a suit to listen to my stories, but I'm sorry, now I'm going to find something to eat." The tramp got up and went away, Wesley was not angry, but took out A ten-dollar bill swayed in front of him, "Enough for two good meals."

"Haha, this benefit, come on, I'll tell you one more time." He put away ten dollars, and then he was about to speak.

"No, no, I don't want to listen to the story, I want to listen to the most true situation at the time, if you tell the truth, I can give you another ten dollars." Wesley took out another ten dollars.

"Guru" the homeless man swallowed, then nodded, with a look of memory on his face, and then slowly spoke. Wesley listened carefully. He didn't need to use paper money to record, and then analyzed the useful things inside. At the end of the incident, he finally found out that a group of fully-armed guys appeared at the scene of the robbery, although they were wearing Police equipment, but it is not a policeman, neither act nor act a policeman.

The homeless man was not far away. The police asked him for the confession twice. After hearing the first time, he ignored him. The second time the person came, the question was very detailed, Wes. Lee nodded, and he got what he wanted.