Jiang Yan used the eaves of the building to take shelter from the rain, but he was still exposed to the rain from time to time. He did not deliberately get wet in the rain, nor did he hide under the eaves all the time - his purpose was to make proper use of the rain. Tai
The various races on the continent of La have keen perceptions that surpass those of humans. If they do not make some appropriate disguises, unnecessary information may be exposed.
For example, the smell of his own body: where he has been, who he has met, and other information. Jiang Yan wants to conceal such information as much as possible to reduce the possibility of harm to people around him. When he went to find Shen Mo, he deliberately
The purpose of the crowded road was also this: along the way, he noticed that he did not encounter any followers from the theater troupe. The sight that he had occasionally felt for a long time was from the ubiquitous Rat King's coir-coated guards.
Since there was no action over there, he had to find a way to eliminate his information before formally meeting with the chief. The rain was a factor he could take advantage of. Jiang Yan stood calmly in the drizzle and crossed the intersection safely.
Went to a coffee shop.
"Hello, please give me a hot mocha."
Holding a hot drink in his hand, Jiang Yan was thinking about the next trip in the wind: he needed to "forge" another sufficiently complex trip, and at the same time have enough information to hit the target. The warm drink turned into body temperature,
The flowing wind slowly dried Jiang Yan's clothes until they were half dry.
The first step is almost complete here: the smell brought by the previous whereabouts has been blurred to a certain extent, and even a race with a sensitive sense of smell cannot obtain more effective information from the residue. Originally, Jiang Yan had considered it
Why don't you just go and change your clothes? After all, the clothes you are wearing now don't seem to be very suitable to meet that "respectable person". But this rain shower came at the right time, and I will leave the job of erasing the information to it.
What's more... although the manager claimed that the winning seat numbers were randomly selected, and he could get them even though he was so far away from the seat distribution, this seems to be true. But there is no way to ensure that this is "truly random".
, Jiang Yan decided to remain skeptical of this statement: he did not believe that the look at each other through the mask was a coincidence.
In this way, if you really change into inappropriate clothes for the sake of "respectability", the exposed flaws will grow uncontrollably, and the gains outweigh the losses. The next step is to further confuse the public and require more complex information on yourself.
As for where to go next, Jiang Yan has already made up his mind.
He threw the cup into the trash can and walked into a bookstore on the corner. He strolled towards the best-seller recommendation section and found his target without any surprise: "The Destruction and Rebirth of Beauty - Eric Jekyll". It was precisely as
A gift from the autobiography of the chief performer of the "Silent Night" troupe.
Although picking a book from a theater or art-related area, or finding a book with these contents from a second-hand bookstore can appear more sincere and open up conversation, these complicated preparations at this moment can easily be self-defeating. Jiang
The one you chose is an "unmistakable choice", and the meaning of its existence is not the reason for chatting. As long as it can play the role that Jiang He needs it to play.
The time was almost up. After Jiang Yan paid the bill, he took out the mobile phone designed by Hank: it has a firewall and various security measures that are almost comparable to police or even military levels, but it is still unclear about the specific whereabouts of "Smile".
There must be backup measures for possible negative impacts. Jiang Yan sent Iron Arm a backup message in the shortcut bar:
"The mission situation requires that I operate silently alone, waiting for further contact."
The information is sent out. If there is no further contact for a long time, Iron Arm will report the incident according to safety regulations and the special investigation team will take action. If necessary, it will cooperate and negotiate with official forces. After making the final preparations, Jiang Yan is sure that there are no other
After reaching the first floor, Jiang Yan turned off the phone and took out the battery from the back panel - this functional design was something Hank insisted on retaining.
He has always admired complete design and will definitely retain the possibility of removing the power supply when designing electronic equipment that can connect to the network. "Although you must have confidence in your own abilities, you must not be too confident and always retain the ability to face stronger opponents.
The last resort is to cut off the power." Jiang Yan is not good at handling these information equipment, but he always keeps in mind the opinions of his team's engineers, and equipment that is powered off is not afraid of any form of hacking.
After making these preparations, Jiang Yan quickly returned to the theater in the drizzle: the time seemed to be just right. The usher standing in a conspicuous position on one side of the hall was sending a lady who was in a trance with excitement out of the backstage: she was obviously not a member of the theater troupe.
Jiang Yan chose a suitable moment to step forward and asked the receptionist apologetically:
"I'm really sorry, I don't know if I'm late? I believe the message I received should be at this time."
The unusual attire without formal attire made the receptionist look at Jiang Shao a few more times for a moment, but the euphemistic wording and the action of handing over the bill with both hands seemed to add a lot of points. "You are not late, it is indeed this time: the master insisted on staggering the meeting
time, so that everyone in the audience can have a few words with him alone." She seemed to have seen the bandage exposed from Jiang Yan's sleeves when he handed over the bill, and now there was a somewhat considerate look on his face.
"The Silent Night Theater Company expresses its greatest gratitude for your support in coming to watch the show even if you are sick. Please come with me."
Therefore, the usher responsible for leading the way was not a staff member of the local theater, but someone from within the theater troupe. Jiang Yan silently noted this in his heart, and arranged his clothes to cover the areas where he might be exposed as he was being bandaged. The huge Longmen Theater
The stage naturally determines that its backstage and corresponding preparation room occupy a considerable area. Jiang Yan could vaguely distinguish some excited conversations coming from the innermost room among the noise:
The first voice complained excitedly, "Eric, don't do this kind of temporary decision in the future. Do you know how difficult it is to control this kind of temporary special situation? Let alone this kind of thing! If it is exposed
——”
"No, White, you and I both know that this will not be exposed." The other voice was calm, but there was a little more regret in his tone. "I feel more sad than this: you saw those people who came just now
Is it? All three of them are other spectators. They were traded for such an opportunity. What’s even more sad is that someone would actually be willing to trade for such an opportunity! The masks of hypocrisy are everywhere, it’s really annoying——”
The receptionist's knock on the door interrupted their conversation. "Master," she said respectfully, "the next audience member has arrived."
"Invite him in."
"Please come in." The receptionist opened the door, and the faces of two men were revealed behind the door: the manager's tired face was filled with resentment, but there was unconcealable joy hidden in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The handsome old gentleman's eyes were full of joy.
Without such rich emotions, perhaps there are more hidden joys and angers that cannot be read.
"Finally!" The old gentleman's expression finally changed: his tone was as enthusiastic as if you were the person he wanted to see most right now, "a noble person who respects art!"
"Quanto Tempo (Long time no see)!"
——That overly enthusiastic smile and inexplicable greeting would make ordinary people flattered. But Jiang Yan tightened his back, prepared to deal with all possible accidents, and smiled: