Boss Li returned to his room, carefully read the content written by Song Shutang, compared it with other intelligence information, and then hid it and came out of the room.
"There's nothing wrong with him, take him away." At this moment, Boss Li was convinced that there was nothing wrong with him. His cautious attitude was chilling.
The door was pushed open again. At this time, Song Shutang's expression was as usual, as if he was not the one who just tried so hard to recall and deepen his memory.
"Brother Wang, you are neglecting me. This little French currency is hard-earned money." Boss Li put the French currency on the table with a friendly look on his face.
This legal tender is legal tender. When Song Shutang saw it, it was not a small amount.
He hurriedly took her into his arms and said with a smile: "It's not hard, it's not hard. It's my honor to work for Boss Li."
When he saw money, his face changed.
Deep in Boss Li's eyes, there was a hint of disdain, but it was barely detectable.
The friendly smile still hung on his face and he said: "Go back and let your uncle work hard. Money is not a problem."
"Don't worry, Boss Li, I will definitely convey it." He looked serious, as if he would still get money next time he came to deliver the message.
"Send Brother Wang off." Boss Li said to the person behind him.
"I'm offended." The person came forward and took out a black cloth.
He naturally understood that standing there obediently would make people cover their eyes so that not even a trace of light could come through.
I was led out of the house in the dark and got into the car.
The car started, but at this moment, Song Shutang did not remember anything.
The way back may be different from the way you came.
If you continue to remember, it will not deepen the existing memory, it will only increase the content of his memory.
Four thousand and fourteen breaths.
This time was already difficult enough for him. If he continued to memorize it, it would be counterproductive.
"Get off the car." When he was pushed out of the car, he stretched out his hand to untie the black cloth in front of his eyes and found that the car had already driven away, and he returned to Chaotianmen Pier.
He was taken into the car from Chaotianmen before.
Sitting down on the roadside, the memories in my mind began to get confused.
With my head between my knees and my ears blocked, I raced against time and tried to organize myself.
Every detail, every point in time...
He tried hard to recall it, but four thousand and fourteen breaths was an astronomical number.
Never once did he think that this time would be long or that this time would be out of reach.
The further back you recall, the fuzzier the memory becomes, the span becomes longer, and the difficulty increases.
A figure walked over and stood beside him, waiting silently without saying anything to disturb him.
After sorting out his memories, Song Shutang raised his head and looked at the people around him.
"Chief Shen," he said.
Shen Lushui got straight to the point: "How is it? Can I get it back?"
Find it back? Naturally, you need to find the place where Boss Li is.
Song Shutang was taken away blindfolded, brought back blindfolded, and now he has to be taken back.
If others heard it, they would just think it was a fantasy and an idiot's dream.
But this is what Shen Lushui gave Song Shutang the so-called opportunity to prove his innocence, and it is also the reason why Cao Yanning found it difficult to complete.
"The difficulty is much greater than what Chief Shen said before." Song Shutang said with a hint of helplessness.
Shen Lushui's heart sank slightly. The information he had learned before said that he could be taken blindfolded for up to two quarters of an hour, but today it was more than half an hour. Can this kid still remember it completely?
"Perhaps you are a stranger today, and the person who took you back deliberately took a detour out of caution." Shen Lushui analyzed.
"Boss Li is very cautious and keeps testing. Fortunately, we have prepared enough homework, otherwise we would not be able to cope with it." Thinking of Boss Li's continuous testing, Song Shutang still has lingering fears.
"How sure are you of getting it back?" This is what Shen Lushui is most concerned about.
"I'm not sure about that, right?"
"If you want to prove your innocence, complete this mission. The opportunity is given to you. It depends on you whether you can seize it." Shen Lushui pointed out Song Shutang's current situation.
"Tell your conscience, this is an opportunity." The difficulty is astonishing.
"They say there is no waste in the Sword Holding Group, don't let me down."
"I would like to thank Section Chief Shen for looking up to our Sword Holding Team."
"Whether I look down on you or not, it all depends on your performance."
"It doesn't give me a way out." Song Shutang smiled half-heartedly.
"You are in a situation where there is no way out."
"Give me a car." Song Shutang took a deep breath and said, he understood the importance of this matter to him.
"We're ready, come with me." Shen Lushui led him over without any nonsense.
The person driving the car was also ready to take his place, that is, Cao Yanning. The investigation was not over yet, and people from the Judicial Department had to be present. In fact, it was more that Cao Yanning himself wanted to find out and see whether Song Shutang could complete this task.
Song Shutang got into the car and Shen Lushui sat next to him.
"Start from where I was taken into the car." The black cloth that had just been untied was tied up again.
Shen Lushui nodded to Cao Yanning in front, indicating that he would do as he said.
"The speed is wrong."
"Before one hundred and twenty-five breaths, the speed was very slow."
"Go back and start over."
No one spoke in the car, only Song Shutang's voice came and went. He had to keep his breathing steady and count the breaths.
"Speed up."
"It's too fast. Slowly increase the speed."
"Three hundred and sixty-five breaths, turn left."
"Five hundred and sixty-four breaths..."
"stop!"
"When you turn back to the left, do it again, a little faster." Song Shutang frowned.
As the car moved forward again, he remained silent and concentrated on feeling everything he could feel now, comparing it repeatedly with the memories in his mind.
The slight sound of newspaper sales gradually became clearer in my ears, and a passerby outside the car shouted: "Get a newspaper, Wang Niyan surrendered to the heresy by telegram."
That's right, seven hundred and fifty-four interest rates, buy the newspaper.
"Continue." Song Shutang didn't dare to relax at all now. He had four thousand and fourteen breaths, but now he only had seven hundred and fifty-four breaths.
Shen Lushui was also very nervous. He looked at Song Shutang without blinking and his heart was in his throat. This task was equally important to him.
The car stopped and went, back and forth, over and over again.
It seems slow, but it keeps moving forward, and the destination seems to be getting closer and closer.
But now, the atmosphere in the car is not only not relaxed, but also extremely depressing.
Because the car has been going back and forth, passing Paint Street several times, going around and around, always coming back.
"What's going on?" Shen Lushui waited until now before asking, because he was afraid of affecting Song Shutang.
"At one thousand five hundred and sixty-five breaths, I smelled paint."
"Two thousand two hundred and ninety-six breaths, and I smell paint again."
"Two thousand eight hundred and one breaths, and it still smells like paint."
After hearing Song Shutang's words, Shen Lushui said: "We have been painting a street now and have passed it seven or eight times."
Paint Street is a small street with stone steps from bottom to top. Cars cannot drive in but you can pass by from the outside. Guoguang Paint Store, Xiehe Paint Store, etc. are all here.
Song Shutang smelled the smell of paint three times. It was a trick used by the enemy to detour, but now he passed by it seven or eight times, which was obviously wrong.
My mind was very confused and muddy. My previous memories were very clear, but after two or three thousand breaths, my memories began to get confused.
Coupled with the enemy's constant detours, memory deviations occurred.
