Leaving the underground factory, Moose returned to the surface.
Although there were no road signs in the industrial park, he still used the flashlight on his mobile phone and found the location of the garage based on the trampling marks of fallen leaves on the ground.
Arriving at Warehouse No. 4, Moose successfully got a taxi.
He was not surprised that what was parked in the garage was an ordinary taxi.
Because for people who do dirty work, their favorite car is a taxi.
There is a kind of car that will not feel out of place whether it appears in government agencies such as city halls and public security bureaus, or in entertainment venues such as foot washing shops, massage parlors, hotels, bars, and KTVs.
The answer is taxis.
This is the same as the reason why no one will be suspicious of a takeout delivery person as long as he appears anywhere during meals.
In addition, all taxis in Asia United have the same style.
This gives criminals great convenience.
Now that technology has developed, there are surveillance cameras everywhere.
If you don't want to be caught by surveillance, it will probably take you an hour just to take a detour.
Can you still do that job?
For other cars, the police only need to know the make, model and color of the car, and they can quickly identify the target through surveillance.
But taxis are different. Except for the license plate number, everything is the same.
On the same road, countless taxis pass by every day.
As long as the license plate is modified, the police have almost no way to tell which taxi is the taxi they are looking for.
He is very courageous and has a ruthless personality. He also wears fake license plates and deliberately wanders around the city twice.
Let the people in the technical department be blinded.
After all, 90% of the detection and investigation of ordinary cases rely on cameras.
When they locked on the vehicle based on small differences with their red eyes.
The prisoner had long since escaped.
However, with the continuous development of technology, the monitoring system has been gradually upgraded and iterated, and many auxiliary software have appeared.
These software can identify suspect vehicles based on small traces, such as scratches and car interiors.
However, these software are still in the trial stage and have not been widely popularized.
For now, taxis are still the most convenient tool.
"This Apostolic Society is really evil."
Moose did not rush to get in the car, but stood at the door of the warehouse and opened the personal cloud notepad on his phone.
"Did you extract something unknown from those victims... In this way, what the Maoyan Gang did back then can be considered a reasonable explanation."
Moose held the mobile phone and quickly typed in what he saw and heard today with his thumbs.
Back then, the Maoyan Gang's business was much more ruthless than that of Lame Wolf's group of drug dealers.
A perfect act against humanity.
Maoyan has integrated the entire industrial chain and implemented integrated production and sales.
People die every year at the hands of Maoyan's helpers.
At its peak, it even accounted for one-fifth of the unnatural deaths in Nevada City.
Moreover, the Maoyan Gang also worked part-time as scavengers.
Many corpses after the fire were taken to the operating table to remove usable organs.
The corpses of the fire, plus those innocent victims.
How can there be such a large market to absorb such a large number of organs in just one city in Nevada?
Even if the Maoyan Gang expands the market to the entire Asian League, it won't work.
If everyone used organs provided by the black market, the police in other cities would have taken advantage of them.
The people from the Maoyan Gang are not afraid, but the doctors responsible for organ transplants are still afraid!
What I learned about the Apostolic Society today can be regarded as solving the doubts that Mus has always had.
"And that Nata..."
Musi's typing hand paused.
In his impression, Maoyan is a pervert who has no empathy and is sick in all aspects, both physically and mentally.
But when he kidnapped Nata, he actually saw a hint of shock and anger on Maoyan's face.
People's subconscious reactions will be faster than subjective thoughts.
Therefore, a person's reaction within 0.5 seconds after seeing or hearing something is a person's deepest inner thoughts.
And Mous happened to have learned some practical applications of micro-expression psychology.
So he was convinced that Nata was very important to Maoyan.
Mu Si didn't expect that someone with a physical and psychological abnormality like Maoyan would actually care about him.
This is really an eye-opener with durian stuffed in the butt.
"Perhaps I can use this little brat Nata as a bargaining chip to make Maoyan dare not take action easily. In this way, even if the hermit does not appear in the end, I still have the possibility of survival... Well, it is best to use chronic poison or something...
"
Moose picked up the villain script without hesitation.
Then he began to calculate in his heart how to reasonably and effectively hold Nata hostage so that Maoyan would not dare to act rashly.
For him, surviving is the most important thing.
"I have to find a way to upgrade my status from a trash bag to a bitch. As long as I'm so convenient and useful that he can't bear to kill me, he will definitely spare my life and let me continue to do his things..."
When Mus wanted to kidnap Nata, he also had to consider the attitude of Janus.
I have to say that Mus's psychological control over Janus was very precise.
He doesn't care who you are or what your identity is.
It just depends on what use you are to him.
Just like an APP that can be used for mobile payment, you can still pay with cash without this APP.
Although it won't affect your daily life, if you are used to paying by mobile phone, it is always inconvenient to use cash.
Musi is preparing to build himself into a similar existence.
As long as it is more useful than the cat's eye, the other party will definitely give up the cat's eye without hesitation.
While making career plans on his mobile phone, Moose opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.
With a heavy heart, he replaced the notepad with the navigation.
But soon this heaviness was completely destroyed by C language and T language.
"Fuck, this place has been abandoned for how many years, and there's not even a guide on the map!"
In the blurry night, a taxi kept spinning in an industrial park where you couldn't even see where you were.
It looks like a ghost punching a wall.
Moose walked around the industrial park for nearly twenty minutes and finally found the rusty gate.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning, and Moose returned to the temporarily rented apartment.
After taking a simple shower, he lay in bed for several hours, unable to sleep.
The pendulum clock in the living room was rattling, making Musi's already restless heart even more agitated.
"Style, style, damn style, it's so annoying! The landlord should have asked the landlord to move this piece of shit away!"
Moose came to the living room and wanted to pick up a hammer and smash the pendulum clock.
But thinking about the price of this thing, he suppressed this impulse.
Moose dug out thick dust-proof canvas from the utility room and wrapped the pendulum clock layer by layer.
It wasn't until the sound of the pendulum clock was inaudible that he returned to the sofa and sat down.
At this time, Moose had no intention of sleeping.
Suddenly encounter and see the other side of the world, the enemy who has been dead for many years is resurrected again. If you can't find the hermit, you will be sliced into pieces by the cat's eye.
All kinds of events that are so complicated that if taken alone, it would be the plot of a movie, they are all mixed together.
It almost shut down his brain.
How can I sleep when I encounter so many bad things that subvert my worldview?
Besides, it's almost dawn.
Moose took out the mobile phone used to contact the hermit.
Although he knew it was unlikely, he still dialed the hermit's number with the attitude of giving it a try.
"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
It's natural that you can't get through. After all, no one keeps their work phone on at all times except during working hours.
Musi put down the mobile phone and sighed: "Forget it, let's go back and find an opportunity to contact the messenger guy. He happened to be in Qianhua City recently. Let's see if there is any trace of the hermit there."
Musi looked at the bright sky outside the window and murmured to himself: "Brother Hermit, where are you..."
………………
The other side is dozens of kilometers away.
The hermit, whom Mus was thinking about so much, just got up, started brushing his teeth and washing his face, getting ready to go to school.
After washing, Ai Liang changed into normal clothes.
As for why it's not a school uniform.
School has just started and school uniforms haven’t been issued yet.
Novels, mobile phones, headphones, power bank...
After making sure that he had brought everything he needed to bring to school, Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.
Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't rush it!"
Ye Qing's voice came from behind the door, followed by the pattering of slippers.
After school, Ai Liang went to the supermarket and bought a lot of things.
Ye Qing had a very fulfilling night yesterday.
In order to repay Ai Liang, she immediately invited Ai Liang to come to her home the next morning.
Of course, I'm talking about eating.
Almost all of yesterday's leftovers went into Ye Qing's stomach.
Thanks to this, all the spare fried rice in her refrigerator was used up.
Ye Qing felt that it was not good to always eat and drink unilaterally, so he decided to treat Ai Liang to something.
Since there were no lunch boxes or other utensils at home, she directly invited Ai Liang to come to her home for breakfast.
However, Ye Qing herself said not to have high expectations.
The only breakfast she can make is egg noodles and white porridge.
Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, who had disheveled hair and short sleeves and shorts, and couldn't help but ask: "Did you just get up?"
"Yeah, what's the problem? Who knew you got up so early."
Ye Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Fortunately, I woke up early today. You go sit on the sofa for a while, and then go to the kitchen to cook after I finish washing."
After saying that, Ye Qing got into the bathroom.
Ai Liang came to sit on the sofa and briefly looked around the living room.
There is not much difference between Ye Qing's home and his home.
The layout of the kitchen, bedrooms, and bathrooms is exactly the same as the decoration of the living room.
Even the positions of the coffee table, sofa, and TV cabinet have not changed.
At first glance, Ai Liang seemed to have returned to his own home.
It is estimated that the landlord was too lazy to reimagine the furniture when placing it, and simply copied the decoration style of the previous house.
Only a pink cartoon pillow and some personal belongings announced the differences between the two houses.
Ye Qing's washing speed is very fast, so fast that she doesn't look like a normal girl at all.
Thinking about her experience, it's not that she can't understand it.
She hummed a little tune and took out a handful of green vegetables, four eggs, and the sliced ham she bought yesterday from the refrigerator.
Then he took out a handful of noodles from the closet.
Ai Liang sat on the sofa and read the novel quietly.
To be honest, I can judge based on the cooking process described by Ye Qing.
This guy usually cooks and can't even tell the amount of seasonings.
How much oil, salt, and soy sauce should be added depends on how much the arm shakes.
In this case, the meal prepared...
"It's time to eat!"
A very clear tone came from the kitchen.
Ai Liang closed the novel and put it on the coffee table, and walked towards the kitchen.
Whether it's breakfast or dinner, whenever it's time for dinner, Ye Qing's mood becomes extremely lively.
Food is like a stimulant to her.
Ai Liang came to the kitchen, and Ye Qing pointed to the bowl beside the pot: "It's ready for you. You can take it over and eat it. If it's not enough, I'll leave some for you."
Ai Liang looked at the bowl of greasy egg noodles, and then at the steel basin in Ye Qing's hand.
The other party seemed to have predicted what Ai Liang was thinking: "Look, you don't know that I have a big appetite. I have to make several trips to use a bowl every time I eat. How can I use a basin for convenience?"
Ai Liang looked at the steel basin and hesitated to speak.
"Don't say it looks like a dog pot!"
Can you also read minds?
I want you to finish everything I want to say, but that’s okay.
Ai Liang sighed helplessly, picked up the bowl of noodles and brought it to the dining table in the living room.
Not long after, Ye Qing, who had filled the noodles, also sat across from him with a steel basin.
After Ye Qing sat upright and picked up her chopsticks, Ai Liang picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of noodles.
As soon as the face entered the mouth, Ai Liang immediately frowned.
'Is this pouring all the oil into the pot?'
To be honest, for a normal person's palate, this amount of oil can completely make people sick to death.
But Ai Liang looked across the table at Ye Qingshi, who was eating very happily.
This idea began to waver again.
He began to ask himself, had he eaten too much delicious food recently, and had his appetite been spoiled?
But I looked at the oil layer floating on the noodle soup, which was nearly one centimeter thick.
Ai Liang really couldn't deceive himself.
“How much oil do you use when cooking noodles?”
Ai Liang put down his chopsticks and asked.
"Ah? Is there too much oil?"
Ye Qing frowned and began to think back: "I usually fry two eggs when making egg noodles. Today I added two eggs, so I added a little more oil..."
"...Is this your first time cooking?"
Ai Liang's voice was a little tired.
This is no longer enough to put in more.
Even if you find a random tutorial online, you won't make such a stupid mistake.
You have been eating your own meals over the years, and if you compare them with outside restaurants, haven’t you noticed anything wrong?
"That's not true."
Ye Qing touched the back of her head and smiled cheekily: "My cooking skills are really not good, and I haven't contacted him usually. I just want to be able to eat. I'm sorry."
What else can Ai Liang say?
After all, you can't always find fault with someone's treat.
"Do you have any sesame oil at home?"
Ai Liang asked.
"No, I never put those things in my cooking!"
Ye Qing puffed up her chest with confidence, which became especially obvious when the two rabbits were in this posture.
So is this something to be proud of?
Ai Liang really couldn't complain.
"Pour the noodle soup." Ai Liang said.
"Don't waste it! If you don't like it, just give it to me. I'll treat you to a breakfast shop or the school cafeteria for another meal later."