There is still a long time before the power outage at 8:30, and the street lamps on the street are still shining, illuminating the front for pedestrians.
However, it is incomparable with the interior of the underground building of "Pangu Creatures". Many street lamps on South Street have long been broken, and only one is intact at a distance of several tens of meters.
Before dinner, Bai Chen took Long Yuehong out to step on the spot. He had several plans for what to do next. He was naturally calm and unwavering during the walk, as if he was just a returning home woman holding a large utensil.
Long Yuehong is undoubtedly a little nervous, but he has experienced too many things the first time he goes out, and he is somewhat immune to similar situations, so his hands and feet will not become weak and his heartbeat will be pounding.
He silently followed Bai Chen, blocking the sight of passers-by from time to time to prevent the "Orange" rifle wrapped in cloth from being too conspicuous.
There was a sentry at the entrance of the South Street Slave Market. Two guards inside were holding assault rifles of the same standard, and they scanned the surroundings without paying attention, sitting and standing.
Bai Chen passed them and walked towards the central square unhurriedly.
Soon, she and Long Yuehong entered the blind spot of the street lights, like two vague shadows on the dim street.
At this time, Bai Chen suddenly turned around, came to the entrance of the courtyard of the adjacent building, and dexterously climbed over the iron fence gate in a second or two.
Long Yuehong watched with admiration for a while, because during this process, Bai Chen was distracted by stabilizing the rifle in his arms.
Without any delay, Long Yuehong followed through the iron fence gate without any movement.
He and Bai Chen immediately entered the building adjacent to the South Street slave market. Under the dim light of the light bulbs, they walked all the way to the top floor in the cold staircase.
Bai Chen took out a piece of iron wire prepared in advance, inserted it into the keyhole, and after a few tricks, he opened the door to the rooftop.
-Although the appearance of this building looks like it has cornices and bucket arches, it is more of a kind of imitation and decoration, and it has all the layouts that it should have.
Going to the rooftop and closing the door, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong came to the side near the South Street slave market under the dim moonlight.
In this quiet night, in this open place, they heard singing, shouting, music and all kinds of noises coming from West Street.
At this moment, Long Yuehong looked towards the South Street slave market, turned her head slightly and said:
"What sounds like over there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, as the noise on West Street subsided for a while, the movement of the slave market on South Street became clearer.
It was a lot of whimpering and whimpering.
Each sound is not loud, so thin that it doesn't seem to exist, but after they overlap, they sway quietly in the dark night, occasionally mixed with a few heart-piercing coughs and seemingly non-existent pain. Humph.
"It's those slaves who are crying." Bai Chen looked at the market below blankly.
Long Yuehong was silent for a while, and sighed spontaneously:
"It's so sad...
"It's a pity that there are only four of us, so we can't save them."
Bai Chen turned his head and looked at the opposite alley.
After a while she said:
"This season, if you don't have enough supplies ready, it's better to let them stay here."
Long Yuehong thought about it carefully and found that this is actually the truth.
But the fact that this truth can be established makes him feel a lot more indescribable sadness than before.
He watched Bai Chen choose a location, set up his "orange" rifle, put his eyes in front of the scope, and monitored the opposite alley.
"Nothing found." Long Yuehong came to a conclusion after repeated confirmation.
"Look at it every three minutes." Bai Chen emphasized.
"Yes..." Long Yuehong froze after saying the first word.
Usually "yes, team leader", this time he didn't know what "yes", so he just added Bai Chen's name after it, which seemed not good enough.
Bai Chen didn't pay attention to it, and focused on monitoring the target area.
Long Yuehong followed and looked at the opposite side, just in time to see the team leader and Shang Jianyao turning into the alley as if they were walking after dinner.
…
"Wait next to the broken street lamp in front." On top of Jiang Baimian's head was the hat that came with the black padded jacket, with a circle of brown fur inlaid on the edge.
This seems to have its own small face effect.
Shang Jianyao kept his mouth tightly shut, did not speak indiscriminately, followed the team leader, came to the other side of the broken street lamp, and hid his body in the shadows.
The light from the street couldn't reach this side at all, only in the buildings on both sides, a little light overflowed, making the outlines of various things appear vaguely.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao stopped talking, and watched each other, paying attention to the pedestrians passing by.
Whenever someone approached, they looked at each other like a couple on a date.
- They believe that the male and female friends who have to meet in the corner despite the cold after the lights are turned off are representative, and there must be similar people on the surface. A good place, the more so, Bai Chen did not deny this.
Minutes passed by, and eight o'clock soon arrived.
After another minute or two, a figure walked into the alley from the entrance of South Street.
He was wearing a navy blue cotton-padded coat, a furry leather hat, and a black scarf. He stooped slightly and lowered his head, like an old man trembling in the cold wind.
When Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao passed by, the old man slipped his feet, shook his body, and dropped something on the ground.
He squatted down in a hurry, and groped for the lost things by the lights of the buildings on both sides.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao had already seen clearly that the old man had dropped a badge with no words on a red background.
"Did you drop this?" Jiang Baimian bent down, smiled and handed his nameplate with gold characters on a red background to the old man's eyes.
The old man glanced at it and raised his head:
"yes."
Under the dim light, he is not old at all, in his thirties, his eyebrows are neither thick nor light, his facial features are neither ugly nor handsome, and he belongs to a person with little memory.
After answering, the man quickly picked up his "badge" and stood up.
After confirming that the other party was the company's intelligence personnel lurking in Weed City, Jiang Baimian smiled and asked like a chat:
"Have you come here to step on the spot and observe the environment?"
The intelligence officer nodded and said casually:
"Whether it's the front and back of the clothes, the addition or removal of hats, the way of wearing a scarf, or the way you walk, you can all make you look like another person at night, but it takes a little skill."
Jiang Baimian listened quietly and suddenly smiled:
"You've passed by here four times, haven't you?"
The intelligence officer looked at Jiang Baimian in amazement.
He was not surprised that the lady in front of him noticed that he had been nearby, but the other party could accurately say how many times in total!
Jiang Baimian smiled, looked at each other's feet and said:
"Remember to change to a pair of leather shoes next time."
The intelligence officer suddenly realized.
Jiang Baimian gave an "um" and nodded:
"It's true that the extra shoe is inconvenient to carry around, only to think about getting it dirty.
"Aren't you a little reluctant?"
On the dusty soil, apart from those self-proclaimed nobles, who would be willing to take the initiative to waste their own things
The ordinary employees of "Pangu Creatures" usually live a life of relatively scarce supplies, but they are better than most of the wilderness homeless settlements.
"A bit." The intelligence officer nodded truthfully.
He didn't say much, just glanced left and right and said:
"It's not very convenient to communicate here, I'll take you to a place."
Jiang Baimian immediately turned his head and glanced at Shang Jian Yao.
The intelligence officer noticed this scene and frowned slightly:
"do not trust me?"
At this time, Shang Jianyao laughed:
"Why don't you trust you
"look:
"We are all employees of the company;
"Our family members are inside the company;
"so… "
The intelligence officer's expression gradually softened:
"That's right, everyone can be trusted."
His attitude was visibly warmer:
"I've been sent to Weed City for almost two years, and I'll be able to go back in another year. I don't know if my daughter, haha, still recognizes me. She was only five years old when I came out."
"It's not very auspicious, so say less." Shang Jianyao interrupted the other party.
The intelligence officer was stunned for a while, then subconsciously glanced at Shang Jianyao, only to see the sincerity on his face.
"Yes." The intelligence officer felt the concern of his friend.
Then, he pointed to the other end of the alley:
"Let's go to another place. People come and go here."
Intelligence officers have instinctual precautions and high demands on the joint location.
Because of the insurance of the "reasoning clown", even if the other party was really untrustworthy before, it has become trustworthy now, so Jiang Baimian no longer hesitated and nodded lightly:
"it is good."
After speaking, she took out the walkie-talkie, pressed the button and said:
"It's time to evacuate."