tected by the mechanism in prison.like the wearers who were tortured to death by the World Organization, only the scarred corpses returned.Qingchen has been waiting to see if anyone will reveal the id...as night falls, the autumn wind sweeps across the King City Bridge. Qingdun stretches his body when he runs, and the wind will blow his clothes back.
maybe he's in a different mood. He feels like...
the shackles that family and environment once gave him are slowly opening.
Qingchen runs faster and faster.
pedestrians occasionally look back at him on the bridge, and everyone can feel the inexplicable youthfulness, impulse and abundance.
Yinrun Central Garden is one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Los Angeles, and it is also a famous affluent district.
so it's no surprise that Huang Ji lives here as a rich second generation.
the security of the property here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your credit card to get in and out.
Qingchen went around the back door to see if there was a way in.
but before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits coming out of the path at the back door of the neighborhood.
those men have straight waists and look as sharp as a bayonet.
during the walk, the six of them walked at the same pace, and the time of lifting their feet and the distance they walked seemed to have been measured with a ruler.
and so on, Qingchen froze, because he saw that there was still a teenager among the six people. Huang Ji Xian!
at this time, Huang Ji looked at a loss, still muttering inexplicable words, prison, machinery, monster …...
I saw them quickly board the two black SUVs outside the back door, and one of them seemed to feel something, turning his head in the passenger seat toward Qingchen.
Qingchen immediately turned his head and played with his cell phone as if nothing had happened.
the other party didn't seem to pay much attention to him, and two black SUVs sped away in the dark.
and Qingchen stood outside the neighborhood, looking at his mobile phone without saying a word.
who are those people
Why did you take Huang Ji first Could
be because of the other person's identity as the wearer
it must be because of this. Qingchen doesn't believe in coincidences.
he turned to go home.
along the way he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he realized that something was wrong.
A young man in a black sweater silently followed him for five blocks.
inexplicable familiarity. He's seen each other.
for a moment, Qingchen felt the muscles tightening all over his body, and the invisible sense of pressure was eroding his sense of security.
is, like, being targeted by a beast.
he recalls that when he met the man in black at the back door of the Central Garden neighborhood, he was not far away looking at his phone, but his fingers did not swipe across the screen.
Qingchen can't analyze everything he sees every minute. It takes too much energy, but he can extract memories.
when he thought of this, Qingchen casually pretended to pick up his phone, then stopped and bowed his head and called: "Hey, I'll be home later for dinner."
the cap hid his cheek in the shadow.
the young man in black hoodie kept walking past him after he stopped.
the afterglow of Qingchen locked tightly on each other, but the other side never looked back once.
this makes Qingchen wonder. At some point, he even wonders if he is being paranoid.
the man in black sweater quickly disappeared in the busy street. He hung up the phone and moved on.
luckily he went home to change his school uniform and put on his hat, otherwise the other person would have known that he was a student of Los Angeles Foreign language School just by looking at his school uniform.
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at this time, before Qingchen could relax, he found another familiar face in the crowd waiting for the traffic light at the next intersection.
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is what he saw at the main entrance of the Central Garden District.
is not a coincidence.
is a cross tracking.
everyone in charge of tracking is only one distance away, and everyone must ensure that they will not be detected like passers-by. If the target stops, the stalker will continue to move forward as if nothing has happened, and the rear will be filled by other members.
this is one of the safest tracking methods.
Qingchen thanked himself for reading a lot of useful or useless miscellaneous books.
he finally realized that when the man in the SUV looked at him, he was targeted.
more than six people came from each other, and some people were hiding in the dark.
is this some kind of secret organization, so trained and so concerned about things related to travelers
Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first batch of travelers, or maybe he was the second or even the third batch.
otherwise, even if someone knew about the wearer today, they wouldn't be able to react quickly today.
these people come prepared.
teenagers have thick and deep black pupils, night runners coming on the sidewalk, uncles selling Crispy Sugar-Coated Fruit at roadside stalls, slim women pedaling in high heels, and the light and shadow changes sprinkled by yellow street lights beside them.
he wrote down every detail and reminded himself not to make mistakes.
there are 12 seconds left at the traffic light.
the man in black who passed by before is probably already making a detour back behind him, ready to make up for the next cross-tracking.
according to the distance of Wangchunmen Street, Zhenghe Road and Kaiyuan Avenue to be bypassed by the other party, it will take up to ten minutes if the running speed is calculated by adults.
if you want to get out of tracking...
that is now.
the green light came on, and the stalker raised his foot to cross the road, while Qingchen suddenly turned back and walked.
the stalker continued to cross the road as if nothing had happened, and whispered, "the target didn't cross the road, he turned back, how long will it take for you to be in position"
looks like he's talking to himself, but if someone looks closely, he has a translucent headset in his left ear.
"No, I still have two minutes to get to the tracking position."
all of a sudden, the stalker who crossed the road realized that something was wrong. He suddenly turned back to look for the figure of Qingchen, but he couldn't find the teenager.
"I've lost him," sighed the stalker at the intersection.
the young man in black hoodie, who was running with all his strength in the distance, replied with a smile: "what a shame that two people stared at one person and even lost him."
"you have to keep an eye on him."
the young man in black hoodie smiled and said, "do you think he found out we were following him or not"
the voice sounded on the headset: "I'm sure he found out, he's a master."
the young man in black hoodie thought for a moment and said, "the teenager looks only 17 or 18 years old and may still be in high school. It would be evil if the other person could find out that we were stalking." And did you notice that he handled it very naturally when he first stopped to make a phone call, I didn't even think he found me. Otherwise, I would have directly controlled him at that time. "
"I wonder why you decided to follow him on the spur of the moment. We have a lot of work to do today. There's no need to waste time on passers-by."
"it's not on the spur of the moment, but when the captain escorted the target 009 out, I found that he avoided the captain's eyes."ile, "are there any disabled people in this ward yes, we provide professional installation of mechanical parts and the sale of bionic organs. Do you have any needs"Qingchen looked at the middle-aged m...