"Are you afraid of the police? Have you committed any crime?" Meng Fei said in a low voice after the police car left.
Wang Xu didn't answer and continued walking forward with his bag on his back.
The police had at least half an hour from suspicion to search, and this time was his evacuation time.
After walking more than a dozen steps, Wang Xu suddenly stopped, looked Meng Fei up and down, and asked, "Do you really want to learn from me?"
"I think, you are so good, of course I want to learn from you." Meng Fei nodded repeatedly. He is a born thief and is very proud of his skills. Of course he doesn't want to miss out on meeting someone more powerful.
Seeing Meng Fei's expression, Wang Xu pulled him over and whispered: "You can learn, but there is a condition. You will be me and I will be you. We will meet at Dandong Railway Station at noon tomorrow."
"Okay!" Meng Fei nodded and agreed without any hesitation at all.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Xu and Meng Fei went their separate ways.
He wore Meng Fei's clothes, disguised himself as Meng Fei, and walked south carrying his backpack.
Meng Fei was made up as an old man, wearing his previous clothes, and walked towards the north without looking back.
The task Wang Xu gave him was very simple: attract the attention of the police and delay as much time as possible, preferably until tomorrow morning.
In Wang Xu's judgment, as long as the police suspect his identity, he will definitely report it to the police.
After checking in, after identifying the suspect, it is not difficult to deduce his true identity by calling the monitoring system for comparison.
Meng Fei's role was to attract the police's attention and provide him with favorable conditions.
If it were during the day, this method might be useless. After all, he was very different from Meng Fei, and it would be easy for others to see through his disguise.
The dark night gave him room to manipulate. I believe that as long as the appearance is similar and the clothes and style match up, no one would dare to say that this person is not him until Meng Fei is caught.
Wang Xu had seen Meng Fei's skills. Although he was not as good as him, he was still a good burglar. It would not be easy for the police to catch him.
Finally, when they caught him and found out that he was just a parallel import, Wang Xu ran away no matter how far away, and the cat-and-mouse game had to start all over again.
"Fighting alone for love, I have suffered enough from love for a long time. There are people everywhere who are lost in love, and I am just one of them."
Wang Xu took a small road and headed south. After walking for more than ten minutes, he gradually saw a village. Far away, he heard the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
When I got closer, I saw three drunkards drinking outside a house on the outskirts of the village, and there was a motorcycle next to them.
"What are you looking at? Who are you?" When Wang Xu was approached, a drunkard yelled and cursed.
Wang Xu smiled and said nothing. He walked to the motorcycle beside him and said, "This is a Suzuki 150, right? How fast can it go?"
"Let go, one hundred and twenty-three will be easy." A drunkard replied casually, looking quite proud.
Wang Xu walked to the door, looked inside, and asked without looking back: "Is there anyone else in your house?"
"No, what are you looking for?"
"hehe"
Originally, Wang Xu wanted to enter the village and steal a car. Now look, isn't it already available?
two minutes later
After closing the door of this house, Wang Xu rode away on his motorcycle.
In his hands, three drunkards were knocked unconscious after just one encounter, and were dragged into the yard by him.
After doing all this, he spent another minute moving the table outside the door into the yard, then got on his motorcycle and left.
According to his technique, three untrained ordinary people were knocked unconscious by him, and it would take at least five hours for them to wake up again. Plus a few of them drank some wine, and they might not be able to sleep until tomorrow morning.
Riding a motorcycle, Wang Xu did not turn on the headlights and drove along the small road in the dark.
I lowered my head and looked at the fuel gauge. The fuel in the tank was not full, but it was about the same. According to the Suzuki 150 model, it would not be a problem to run for three to five hundred miles.
By the time the motorcycle ran out of gas, he would have run to the next door province. An ordinary fugitive could run for three to five days before being caught. With his anti-reconnaissance capabilities, catching him was basically impossible unless he
Only with bad luck or a long and continuous roundup can he be caught.
Wang Xu wanted to see if the Dream Creator still had the confidence to sit on the sidelines at this time.
Mighty, mighty, mighty!!!
Wang Xu was riding a motorcycle and suddenly, the siren of a police car came from ahead.
I looked up and saw five police cars rushing out from the intersection in front of me, flashing their lights.
"How is that possible?" Wang Xu narrowed his eyes and pulled the motorcycle to the side and stopped.
The next second, the police car stopped in front, as if it was really heading for him.
"Wang Xu, surrender. Your escape route has been deciphered by our strategic analysis experts. You have no way to escape." A police car blocked the front, and there was a shout.
Wang Xu looked incredulous. There was no satellite positioning on him, so how could the police find him?
Not to mention anything else, just riding a motorcycle, he changed directions so many times. He didn't know how he was running. What kind of analysis expert could analyze it?
Is there such a powerful expert? How did he become one? How can he enable full-map view plug-in?
"Plug-in!" Wang Xu was shocked and whispered: "Dream Creator!"
If there is anyone in this world who can find him, it is none other than the Dream Creator who pulls him into a dream.
This guy never showed up. Wang Xu thought he didn't intend to end up, but now it seems that he is mobilizing the power in his dream.
If he guessed correctly, this so-called analysis expert might be the dream creator pretending to be one.
If this is the case, this illustrates another problem.
In the dream, the dream creator believed that to defeat him, he needed to rely on the power of the dream itself, which meant that the dream creator was very fragile and did not dare to face him directly.
"Dream Maker, let's play a game. Let's see whether the police catch me first or whether I wake up from the dream first. Time is just before my body wakes up. You have to hurry up. I can feel my
My body is waking up, and my consciousness will return from the dream to reality. You don't have much time." Wang Xu sat on the motorcycle and said with a smile: "Don't let me wake up, or I will find you and beat your head.
Into your crotch."
Buzz buzz!!!
Wang Xu hit the gas and rode his motorcycle into the wheat field.
As time passed, he had been trapped in the dream for six hours. Although he didn't know how long it had been in reality, he could feel that he was about to wake up.
In dreams, the dream creator can hide very well, but in reality this may not be the case.
Iapetus's playground covers a radius of a hundred miles, and no one can leave this circle.
The dream world is infinite. Wang Xu cannot find the dream creator and has no intention of looking for him.
It's different now. A hundred miles in radius is very small to him, so the Dream Maker has to hide it well.
Motorcycles were racing through the wheat fields. The ditches and bumps here were absolutely inaccessible to cars.
Five police cars dispersed quickly, two taking the front road, two taking the back road, and one high-riding off-road vehicle, trying to see if they could pursue them through the wheat fields.
Wang Xu glanced at the rearview mirror and rushed into the wheat field. The off-road vehicle got stuck in the first ditch.
Five police officers sitting in the car rushed out noisily, as if they were arguing about something.
"Haha!" Wang Xu smiled coldly and ran at full speed, choosing the south as the breakthrough point.
A few minutes later, the motorcycle forced its way through the ridge and climbed onto the stone road opposite the wheat field.
Two police cars came after hearing the news. I don't know if the policemen were armed, but no one fired. The idea of trying to arrest him is self-evident.
Wang Xu thought for a moment and realized that dreams must be based on reality. In real situations, of course the police wanted to catch him and force him to tell where the antiques were hidden and to seize the stolen money from selling the antiques.
After all, he is not a murderer, and the harm to society is not that great. What really motivates the police is the dirty money in his hands, which amounts to more than a billion, and the hidden locations of cultural relics that no one knows except him.
Both of these have a premise, that is, they must be captured alive, and the dead ones are worthless.