Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical repair shop came to the "wolf's den".
He is familiar with Ogg, and he usually looks for him as long as there is a line failure here as long as it is not complicated and he is in a hurry to use it.
"Is the camera broken?" The nearly middle-aged man looked up at the equipment at the door.
Like most Honghe people, he looked older, and his skin seemed to have been sanded.
Although Ogg lifted the "hypnosis" and had no memory of reporting for repairs, he still nodded:
"Yes, it's all broken, so I'll take a look at you.
"It's really not good, I'll replace it with a new one, and I've been using it for several years anyway."
The owner of the electrical repair shop smiled and said:
"Yes, I have received a few second-hand ones, and the quality is not bad."
"Richie, are you sure it's second-hand, not three-handed, four-handed?" Ogg joked, greeted other members of the "Black Shirts" and sent a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.
Richie checked in turn, and when he dealt with the camera that could see the depths of the "wolf's den", his expression suddenly became dazed.
He took out a memory card from the kit he was carrying and replaced the one inside.
After a brief inspection and confirmation that no tracker or other items were attached, Rich stuffed the electronic product with surveillance footage into his pocket.
Soon, he "repaired" the camera, took Ogg's money, and left the wolf's den.
Back in the store, he found an envelope with the address and recipient written on it at some point.
At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his small shop.
"Can this be repaired?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small speaker with a black face on a blue background.
Richie had no choice but to put down the envelope and memory card in his hand, take the speaker, connect it to his N flashlight brain, and check if there was anything wrong.
And the tall man quickly picked up the envelope and said with a smile:
"Is it a love letter?"
"No." Rich reflexively snatched the envelope back, not letting the other party see the delivery address.
The man didn't force it, waiting for Richie to check the speaker.
"Hey, I really miss you...... (Note 1)
The singing sounded quickly.
"That's no problem." Rich said suspiciously.
The man wearing sunglasses opened his mouth wide:
"You're so amazing, just touch it and make it better!"
"......" Richie didn't know how to respond.
The woman with a ponytail immediately asked:
"How much?"
"1,1 Drace." Richie didn't want to take money, but since the other party said so, he didn't want to give up this money-making opportunity.
The woman in the ponytail took out a 1 draceas coin and pushed it to him.
After watching the two leave with the small speaker, Rich checked the envelope and confirmed that there were not many trackers inside.
He quickly put the memory card in and sealed it.
When it was almost noon, he closed the store door and put the letter into the only mailbox in the block.
In the afternoon, a mailman in a green uniform and riding a worn-out bicycle took the letter, stuffed it into his satchel, and stayed with the rest.
Then, he followed a fixed route, passing through different mailboxes.
When he arrived at an apartment in the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became dazed.
He took out Richie's letter.
And the address on the letter is not here at all.
The two are completely different.
After mistakenly dropping the letter into a mailbox in this apartment, the postman left here.
Time flies, and night is gradually falling.
A man who lives in this apartment has returned here after a tiring day.
When passing through the mailbox area, he opened his own and took out the letter inside.
After seeing the completely wrong address on the letter, the short man's expression changed slightly.
He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and walked down the aisle to where he lived.
Passing by a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent down and tied his shoelaces.
During this process, he quietly stuffed the letter in his hand into the crack of the door of his neighbor's house.
Pulling the curtains, in the dimly lit room, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.
The hand immediately opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.
The owner of the hand made a brief check and double-confirmed that there were no additional electronics attached to the inside of the envelope and on the surface of the memory card.
He found a dead bug in the envelope and thought it should have flown in before the letter was sealed.
The owner of the hand opens his portable computer and inserts the memory card inside the attached card reader.
He had just opened the newly appeared disk symbol when the computer suddenly became very slow.
Immediately afterwards, the speaker is unmuted and the volume is turned up to the maximum.
Toot! Toot!
The sound of a fire truck echoed throughout the room, and the closed windows came out.
Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted hoarsely:
"I am an 'anti-intellectual' priest, come and arrest me!
"I am a priest of the 'Anti-Intellectual', come and arrest me!"
The owner of the hand stood up suddenly, and without trying to stop the out-of-control computer, he ran directly to the door.
When he opened the door, the sound from the computer speakers changed again.
A male voice sounded slightly complaining:
"Hey, I really miss you...... (Note 1)
The owner of the hand slowed down a beat, and then quickly returned to normal.
He ran down the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the aisle here, rushed into one of the houses where dinner was being made at the door, and jumped out of their window into the alley behind the apartment.
Bang!
The stone chips in front of the owner of the hand splashed, and a bullet almost hit him.
It's not like a sniper failing to take aim but more like doing it on purpose, which is equivalent to a warning.
The owner of the hand was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised his hands.
He no longer tried to run away, because the next shot might hit his body, and the sniper was dozens of meters away, which was beyond his control.
After such a gunshot created a brief moment of tension, the pedestrians on the street outside quickly put the matter behind them, and only a small number of enthusiastic people tried to find the sheriff and asked him to send his men down to the alley to see what was happening.
The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.
The visitor was Shang Jianyao wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, he closed his eyes and said with a warm smile:
"I'm not the one who fired it."
He meant that the person in charge of sniping was still there, so don't think about playing tricks.
The owner of the hand was silent and did not respond.
But the thought in his mind changed sharply.
The best way he analyzed was to restrain the person in front of him and use him as a hostage against the sniper in the distance.
Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw a brown-haired and brown-eyed man in front of him, who was about 1.7 meters tall, had a haggard face, and was not in a very good mental state but not too tired.
"Fake 'priest'." He sighed and shook his head.
In this tracking, the "old tune team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectrical signals and the virus written by Gnava.
They originally followed Richie, the owner of the electrical repair shop, but found out that this was just a tool man, so they took advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet finished the envelope and used the excuse of repairing the small speaker to get a bug in.
In the eyes of people who do not understand the corresponding ability, this is just a trivial thing that will basically not be noticed, and there is often no similar thing in other letters on the postman's body.
In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.
Considering that the bugs in the letters may not live long, Gnava got a virus in the memory card in advance that could cause the poisoned computer to turn on the speaker and play the predetermined content.
With it, the "old tune group" that has narrowed down can rely on sound to lock on the target and ambush the other party's escape path.
After such a two-pronged effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the enemy who was fleeing in a hurry.
Unfortunately, it is still a fake "priest".
"Fake 'Father'......" The man who was planning to "hypnotize" Shang Jianyao while his eyes met was stunned.
His expression changed several times in a row, and he blurted out:
"Why do you say I'm a fake 'priest'?"
Shang Jianyao didn't answer him immediately and threw him a black cloth:
"Blindfold."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes again.
The fake "priest" hesitated for a few seconds, seeing that there was no opportunity to take advantage of, and the sniper in the distance was eyeing him, so he had to honestly cover his eyes with a black cloth strip.
After receiving Jiang Baimian's confirmation message through the walkie-talkie, Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and said to the fake "priest" with a smile:
"Because the real 'priest' is 1.75 meters to 1.8 meters tall, he has heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he looks very tired......"
Listening, the fake "priest" suddenly covered his head and showed a painful expression.
Shang Jianyao asked:
"After getting the memory card and reading the contents, who will you give the compiled information to?"
At this time, there was music coming from a room upstairs:
"Hey, I really miss you......"
Note 1: Quoted from, Karen Mok's "Without You"
(End of this chapter)