In fact, Mu Si knew what to do without Ai Liang's reminder.
He just got in the car.
Just turn off all electronic products such as mobile phones and Bluetooth headsets.
After doing all this, he took the initiative to explain: "Don't worry, I checked on the way here and I don't have a locator on me. If you don't believe it, just find a hotel and test it with the security gate."
Ai Liang drove the car intently: "You seem to have made a mistake. What I can't trust is not your counter-reconnaissance awareness, but you."
"Young master, Lao Li, there is nothing I can't believe."
Musi casually put his phone on the charging pad in the car: "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."
Ai Liang did not answer this question directly.
Instead, he asked Mus: "Are you so sure that it was me who called you?"
Just hearing the sound made me rush over to meet him without stopping.
It's really not like Moose's style.
Although the messenger has some friendship with him, he does not trust him to this extent.
According to Moose's character, he will definitely investigate the other party thoroughly first.
Even if you are sure you want to meet the other person.
He will also design an extremely complicated meeting plan and observe which passers-by are following him closely.
Before he orders you to go around and get rid of everyone.
You can't see other people at all.
How can it be like now, like a licking dog, calling me with just one phone call?
Mushu laughed dryly, "Hey, this is not an old friend we haven't seen for a long time..."
Just as he was about to explain, he was interrupted by Ai Liang's sudden stop: "If you have anything to say, just tell me. Were you responsible for the throat-cutting case?"
Moose, who didn't like to wear a seat belt, hit his forehead firmly on the dashboard.
"I'm sorry... just ask, can you please stop braking suddenly..."
Musi rubbed his forehead: "I was involved in this matter, but I didn't kill the person.
I had no choice but to make this matter a big deal. Who made that guy completely unreachable..."
"To fish out the hermit?" Ai Liang asked.
Moose couldn't help complaining: "Yes, you also know that as long as that guy disappears from your eyes, it will be like evaporating from the world.
He has always been the only one to contact us. If anything happens to us, we can never find anyone else.
Especially when I used to go to the black market to collect bounties.
The black market wanted him to come over and confirm my identity, but he couldn't contact anyone, and I almost got beaten up.
Also, when he first went crazy, the large and small forces in Nevada City couldn't take action against you guys with established connections, so they had no choice but to catch me and ask.
During that time, when I was walking on the street, a group of people would appear from time to time and block me with seven or eight cars.
I didn't even dare to leave the house, so I relied on the food stored in the safe house to survive.
You don't know how miserable it is..."
Meeting old friends, Moose turned on the memory killing mode and began to pour out his bitterness.
His mouth didn't stop all the way.
** complained about what the hermit did at that time, which made her feel so uncomfortable.
Ai Liang held the steering wheel with both hands and listened silently to his complaints.
Is this just a simple complaint?
Not really.
Moose is just using shared memories to bring closer the relationship that has gradually become distant after not seeing each other for many years.
It's like talking to old classmates at a class reunion who you haven't had much contact with since graduation.
Since I don’t know anything about the current situation of my old classmates in recent years, let’s start with memories.
Talk about the stupid things everyone has done together, and then tease the class teacher.
Human beings are naturally prone to nostalgia, and activating the memories of those green years can help people let go of their wariness and barriers as quickly as possible.
Then during the conversation, learn about the other person's current situation from the side.
As time goes by, the topic comes up.
You can't forget everything you've done before.
The truth is this, but the topic chosen by Mus is not right.
No matter how he started the conversation, Ai Liang drove the car without saying a word.
This gave Moose a sense of déjà vu.
It was like going back to the days when he cooperated with the Hermit.
He kept telling jokes to liven up the atmosphere.
The hermit had a cold face and selected the hunting targets without saying a word.
Moose shook his head vigorously to get this unrealistic thought out of his mind.
"After all these years...you still can't forget?"
Seeing that Ai Liang refused to speak, Musi hesitated for a while, and finally mentioned the scar in the messenger's heart.
"get off."
Ai Liang said suddenly.
Mous turned his head and looked at his surroundings.
Rows of cypress trees are neatly planted on both sides of the road.
There are steps leading up to the monument with golden words engraved on the top.
The dark clouds in the sky happened to block the sun at this time, giving everything a dark color.
Although the outdoor temperature has gradually risen as the sun rises.
But it was different inside the car. The air conditioner in the car made the thinly dressed Moose shiver.
"get off."
Ai Liang repeated it again.
"Can't you just pick a place in the middle of nowhere to talk things over?"
When Moose got out of the car, he insisted on saying something.
Ai Liang ignored him, parked the car by the side of the road, and led him to the highest point of the cemetery.
This is the place with the widest view in the entire cemetery.
Standing here you can have a panoramic view of everything around you.
The two sat down on the steps at the edge of the monument.
Musi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped the bottom of the box with his index finger, and pulled one out: "Do you want to smoke?"
Seeing that Ai Liang didn't answer, he was not embarrassed, took out the cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it.
Ai Liang crossed his hands and looked at the horizon: "Then when you offered a reward for my whereabouts in Qianhua City, you also wanted to ask me if there was any news about the hermit?"
"I was also driven into panic."
Musi exhaled a puff of white smoke, then stubbed out the cigarette he had just smoked and threw it into the ash bag: "If the hermit is not found within the specified time, I may die.
You also know the character of the Hermit. I have no clues here, so I can only try my luck with you. Unexpectedly, the throat-cutting case did not attract the Hermit, but attracted you first."
"What happened? Who asked you to find the hermit?"
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How anxious Moose was when he came, how disappointed he is now.
Judging from Ai Liang's behavior, he didn't know the whereabouts of the hermit at all.
Musi shook his head, reached out and patted Ai Liang on the shoulder: "If you don't know the whereabouts of the hermit, then let's meet and catch up with old friends today... Are you in a hurry? Do you need me to lend you some?
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It is certainly a good thing to have an acquaintance as a helper.
But Janus's side is obviously beyond the realm that normal humans can understand.
No matter how many places ordinary people go, they probably deliver food.
Although the moral sentiments of Muslims are not very good.
But he still admired the messenger very much.
Otherwise, I would not have chosen to take the initiative to help when most people remained silent.
Thanks to the efforts of all parties, the messenger was finally spared the death penalty and prison.
Now drag the messenger into this muddy water.
It is undoubtedly hurting him.
Therefore, Musi did not intend to describe the other side of the world that he had learned to the messenger.
The moment Musi's left hand touched Ai Liang's shoulder.
His expression changed drastically.
Snap.
"Hiss! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! What are you going to do?!"
Mu Si's left arm was twisted in a circle by Ai Liang.
If he hadn't turned around in time, he might have broken his arm immediately.
Musi gritted his teeth and squeezed his features: "Arm! My arm is going to be broken! Let go!"
Ai Liang threw Mu Si's arm away.
The huge force carried by his arms caused him to stumble and fall to the ground.
After getting up, Mus put on a bitter face and gently rubbed the muscles of his left arm.
"It hurts me so much... It's my fault to offer a reward to find you, but there's no need to be so cruel. Won't the reward be withdrawn when I get back..."
Ai Liang asked with a cold face: "Where did the engraving on your left hand come from?"
There was murderous intent in his words.
If Moose hadn't put his hand on his shoulder.
He didn't sense the existence of the engraving at all.
And the imprinted aura that I felt was exactly the same as those masks.
Able to stay under Ai Liang's nose, avoid his perception, and still have the aura of a mask.
Apart from the Thousand-Faced Man, there is no other person in the world who can do it.
With an innocent face on his face, Mous defended himself: "What engraving? It's just a tattoo."
But deep in his heart, there was a storm.
Why does the messenger recognize the engraving?
Could it be that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is also a member of the Apostles?
There is a problem with the hermit, and there is a problem with the messenger. Yang Xingguo, who has a good relationship with the messenger, and Xia Qiyuan, who disappeared inexplicably... Could it be that I was the only one who was kept in the dark back then?!
"I'm asking you, who gave you the engraving on your hand."
Ai Liang's face twisted and changed, and the messenger's appearance completely disappeared.
Instead, there was a face with a hint of wildness.