This is an old community, probably built in the 1980s. Even the cement on the exterior walls has traces of time.
Fukang Community is easy to find, just opposite the old city government building, two streets away.
There was no security booth at the entrance of the community. A neat-looking man wearing a shirt and trousers held an enamel cup in one hand and a newspaper in the other and read with gusto.
Wang Yifan walked around the community and realized that the gate opened here.
"Hello, grandpa!"
He propped up the donkey with his feet and wanted to go directly into the community, but the old man sat in the middle of the gate like a majestic figure. He seemed to be able to pass, but it seemed that he couldn't, so he had to call someone.
The uncle reluctantly put down the newspaper and looked up at him, "What's the matter, little classmate?"
"I'm here to find someone!"
"Who are you looking for?" The uncle didn't move.
Wang Yifan was speechless for a moment.
"Students from No. 1 Middle School, just after school, are you looking for Mao Yuchen?"
The uncle's eyes were so bright that he guessed everything at once.
He was really shocked. His eldest brother had told him again and again that this matter should be kept secret and no one could tell it. Although he didn't know why he should take it so seriously, he was still cautious. Even the cat
I didn’t even tell my son, and I specially found a time where people wouldn’t be suspicious.
If I had known earlier, I should have gone back to the dormitory and changed clothes before coming out.
He was a little annoyed.
"What do you want to do with him?" Seeing that he didn't reply, the uncle shook the newspaper in his hand and looked at him up and down, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
I didn't notice it just now, why is this old man's eyes so scary?
"Grandpa, Mao Yuchen hasn't come to school for several days. I was asked by the whole class to come and see him."
Wang Yifan lied naturally. His status in Class 2, Grade 2, did not allow him to represent the entire class.
"I didn't realize it, but you are still a class leader!" the uncle said quite unexpectedly, and then retracted his outstretched legs, "Go in, park the battery car first, don't rush around, you know?"
"I know, thank you grandpa!"
Seeing Wang Yifan quickly park the battery car and disappear around the corner, the uncle sighed softly, muttered something unknown, and then read the newspaper again.
Fukang Community is not big. Wang Yifan quickly found the small building where Mao Yuchen's home was located, but just as he was about to enter through the door, he stopped.
There was a small car parked beside the flower bed, and leaning on the side of the small car was a middle-aged man about forty years old, smoking silently. Seeing that he wanted to get in, he looked over directly.
There was also a young man in the driver's seat of the car, looking at him through the windshield.
He was immediately in trouble.
It's too difficult to keep secrets.
I had just entered the community, and I had already been exposed twice. The conspicuous school uniform of Jinping City No. 1 Middle School on my body could be recognized at a glance.
Wang Yifan's mind started racing. He stopped, turned around, stood directly in front of the middle-aged man smoking, and asked: "Hello, uncle, is this Building 13?"
The middle-aged man threw the cigarette butt on the ground in a daze, pointed at the very clear number 8 painted on the wall, and replied: "This is Building 8, classmate, have you gone to the wrong community? This is Fuzhou."
There are no 13 buildings in Kangxiao District.”
"Ah, this is Fukang Community?" Wang Yifan turned his head like a rattle and looked around, "It's not Wuyang Community!"
"Wuyang Community is in the north, after passing two traffic lights!"
The middle-aged man pointed in the distance and wondered why this kid looked so stupid.
"Ah, thank you, uncle!" Wang Yifan bowed to the middle-aged man and ran outside.
As he ran, he secretly gave himself a thumbs up. His ability to adapt to circumstances was quite good, and the key was that it was coupled with his superb acting skills.
What a talent, Wang Yifan!
The young man sitting in the car stuck his head out and asked with a smile: "Why are the students of No. 1 Middle School so confused?"
"It looks a bit like reading and reading stupidly!" the middle-aged man replied and couldn't help but laugh.
"Master, I remember that Xiao Mao is also from No. 1 Middle School, right? Could it be that he is here to find Xiao Mao?" The young man frowned.
"Xiao Li, you are thinking too much. Besides, even if you are here to see Xiao Mao, so what? Remember our mission clearly and don't be suspicious all the time!" The middle-aged man gave him a lesson with a straight face.
young people.
"I understand, Master!"
Neither of them took Wang Yifan's unexpected appearance seriously.
Wang Yifan quickly rode out of Fukang Community on his donkey, feeling quite proud of himself.
But he didn't expect that as long as those two people asked the uncle at the door, they would be able to see through the flaw in his "acting", thus making his "suspect" rise sharply.
However, fortunately, his identity as a student of No. 1 Middle School in the city and his somewhat childish face made him not eye-catching and not that concerning.
The screen changed again.
The same little donkey was parked on the other side of the wall of Fukang Community, leaning against the back of Building 8, but Wang Yifan was nowhere to be seen for a while.
Where is he?
He's in the tree!
There are two rows of trees planted along the east wall of Fukang Community, and to the east is the East Lake. You can see the unique snow-white lotus in the center of the lake at a glance.
Although Fukang Community is old, its geographical location is excellent. It is a prime location in Jinping City and one of the few communities built on the lake.
Wang Yifan climbed up the tree like a nimble monkey and stared at the open rear window of the third floor room for a long time.
The distance was not far and the angle was just right, but he was a little hesitant and didn't know whether this choice was good or bad.
He took out his pen and wrote on a textbook one stroke at a time, deliberately avoiding his regular handwriting.
After he finished writing, he looked at it for a while and felt that even he himself might not recognize the words written by himself, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Yifan aimed at the window and threw it hard.
Wow!
The sound startled him. Seeing the book falling into the window accurately, he quickly got off the tree and ran outside tightly against the wall.
It’s so exciting!
Fortunately, my projection level is not bad!
Wang Yifan feels like 007 Bond, keeping the word secret so flawlessly.
But he didn't know that this bizarre behavior was completely seen through the windows by people on the fifth floor of Building 3, opposite Building 8.
"Is that the student from No. 1 Middle School who just appeared downstairs?" someone asked aloud.
"Probably not, I'm not wearing school uniform, I'm wearing regular uniform. I'm a little far away, so I can't see clearly!"
"What was thrown in there?"
"It seems like a book!"
"Book?"
"Maybe it's a dictionary, it looks quite thick!"
"It's strange, the people inside didn't come out, right?"