With the help of the disguise items in the storage compartment, Jian Jing got rid of the pursuers as quickly as possible.
But she still couldn't relax.
Although South Korea does not have a real-name registration system, she still needs a passport to fly back home. As long as the 3Q Group notifies the customs, she will be detained as soon as she arrives at the airport.
Otherwise, ask the embassy for help
Jian Jing thought about it and decided not to do it. She didn't know much about Korean law. If they fabricated some crime to detain her, the embassy would be powerless. Extradition would not be that easy.
If it falls into their hands, who knows what will happen.
Or find a way to go by yourself.
But she was unfamiliar with the place and had no idea what to do, so she had to find some help.
Uncle Park Min-chul is the best choice.
Jian Jing thought they would not be let go so easily, so she went back to the hospital to look for them. Unexpectedly, she saw the reporter climbing down from the air conditioner.
The two bodyguards drew their guns and started firing.
The reporter uncle fell into the small river behind the hospital with a splash.
Blood surfaced, the bodyguards observed for a moment, and then retreated.
Jian Jing wrapped herself in a cheap scarf she bought on the roadside and slowly walked downstream. After a while, she saw a dark shadow slowly floating up. She observed it carefully for a moment, and then climbed ashore tremblingly.
"Agassi." She leaned over the railing and greeted him with a smile, "Nice to meet you again."
Park Min-chul was startled and almost fell down. However, Jian Jing had taken off her panties and only put on heavy makeup, so it was not difficult to recognize her facial features if she was familiar with her.
"Miss Jane?" He breathed a sigh of relief, "Give me a hand."
Jian Jing reached out and pulled him up: "It seems you were not shot."
"It was almost a disaster. Luckily I put a rice bowl under my clothes." Park Min-chul was also a talented person. The hospital provided stainless steel bowls for meals, and he hid two bowls in them and put them on his chest and back as a bulletproof vest, so he was not shot to death.
Jian Jing looked at the blood on his clothes: "Plasma bag?"
Park Min-chul nodded.
"Smart," she praised. "You have a lot of experience."
The reporter smiled bitterly: "I have a lot of experience, but I can't be less rich."
Jian Jing: "We can't stay here any longer, do you have a reliable place to go?"
"follow me."
Park Min-chul joined the TV station at the age of 22 and worked there until he was 37. He has reported on countless news stories, big and small, including scandals of large conglomerates.
This certainly cannot be obtained through normal channels and always involves some grey areas.
Park Min-chul borrowed a public phone, contacted a friend, and asked him to drive to Busan to pick someone up.
Jian Jing asked him if he could get □□, she needed it to buy a ticket back home.
"I can ask for you, but I can't guarantee it." Park Min-cheol said, "Ms. Jian, to be honest, our situation is not optimistic."
He got straight to the point: "As far as I know, the 3Q Group has contacts with quite a few members of parliament. Once they are determined to shut us up, we will be in big trouble."
Jian Jing asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Jin Lan'er and Liu Xiuzhi have backers to protect them, so they shouldn't be as unlucky as me." He wiped his glasses and thought for a while before saying, "Of course, my first thought is to save my life, but to be honest, if 3Q Group doesn't fall, even if I can return to the TV station, I still have to be prepared for suicide at any time."
"so?"
Park Min-chul said directly: "I want to know the truth about this shipwreck."
"This is a conspiracy of the séance society." Jian Jing said, "An evil sacrifice."
"Sure enough." He exhaled, "Is there any evidence?"
Jian Jing smiled: "Of course, do you want it?"
"If you believe me," he said seriously, "I want to report this matter, not only for myself, but also for the people on the ship. They can't die in obscurity."
Jian Jing asked, "Will the TV station dare to report it?"
He paused.
"You should know that the séance is not only related to the 3Q Group. The captain called for help at first, but it was impossible to get through." She reminded gently, "Things are more complicated than you think."
Park Min-chul nodded, not showing much surprise, and insisted: "Even if this is the case, I have to try it."
"Okay." Jian Jing said cheerfully, "I'll send you the information I have, but I don't recommend you do it now."
Park Min-chul agreed with her: "Let's leave here first."
Busan and Seoul appear far away on the map, but they are actually very close. In China, Park Min-cheol's friend would have arrived in about two hours before leaving the province.
He didn't even ask what they wanted the car for, he just left after delivering it.
Park Min-cheol asked Jian Jing whether she wanted a passport or a landing permit. The former required going through customs, which was a little troublesome, but the latter could be purchased for real.
Jian Jing said: "It has to be true."
Park Min-cheol found another friend and bought a real resident registration certificate from him. The origin of the certificate was unclear, it might have been lost or belonged to a dead person. The person was about the same age as Jian Jing, and he could get a fake passport for more money.
He also took a photo of himself, a middle-aged man with a beard, and he looked the same.
"The inspection in Busan is strict now, so we can't just leave directly." Park Min-chul said, "Let's go to Jeju Island. There are many Chinese people there, and visa-free is available. It's most convenient for you to leave from there. It's better not to use your passport if possible."
Jian Jing agreed.
You can't take a plane to Jeju Island, you still have to drive. On the way, I met a traffic policeman to check my driver's license. Fortunately, I was not connected to the Internet, so they let me go after seeing my ID.
However, when she arrived at Jeju Island, Jian Jing discovered that all air and ferry tickets to China were out of stock.
"This is a problem." Park Min-cheol looked at Jian Jing and asked her what to do.
Jian Jing decided to take advantage of the situation.
She borrowed the bathroom of a coffee shop, removed her makeup, changed her clothes, restored her true appearance, showed up openly, and even arrogantly posted a Weibo to report that she was safe.
Simple v:
The scenery of Jeju Island is really beautiful.
[selfie.jpg]
Choose to send after half an hour, then retreat quickly.
"Go back to Busan," she said to Park Min-chul.
--
Jian Jing's microblog report that she was safe made many people feel relieved. This at least proved that she was still alive and did not seem to be under house arrest.
Netizens commented that they hope she can return home as soon as possible and explain what happened on the cruise ship.
But she did not respond to any of these messages.
Kang Mucheng called her, but her phone was still turned off.
He wanted to try again, but then a phone call came in.
"Don't call me. Ms. Jian doesn't dare to turn on her phone in Korea." Ji Feng seemed to know what he was doing and said straight to the point, "She is afraid of being located, so she must have turned it off at ordinary times."
Kang Mucheng asked: "Can you come back safely?"
Ji Feng: "Since he managed to escape, there is no way he could be caught later. South Korea is small, but it has an area of 100 square kilometers. It's not that easy to find someone."
"She's alone abroad..." Kang Mucheng took a deep breath, "Can she be brought back through the embassy?"
"If I wanted to contact her, I would have done so a long time ago." Ji Feng was not optimistic. "In my opinion, she can't leave Jeju Island. She will most likely return to Busan and take a ship to Japan from there. If you are worried, go to Fukuoka. You might run into her."
There was no other way now, Kang Mucheng immediately said: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Ji Feng hung up the phone.
--
The next morning, Jian Jing boarded the ferry to Fukuoka, Japan.
Just as Ji Feng guessed, she posted on Weibo in order to lure the 3q people to Jeju Island, making them mistakenly believe that they did not have passports and could only sneak back to China in this way.
However, in reality, she disguised herself as the girl on her resident registration card and went to Japan as a Korean.
Korean passports have 90 days of visa-free travel to Japan, which is a little more convenient than China.
Of course, her passport was fake, so when she left the country she had to give away all her spare US dollars as tips, and only then did people turn a blind eye and let her pass.
Anyway, the boss was looking for a Chinese girl, but the one who gave the money spoke fluent Korean and her demeanor was no different from that of a local girl, not suspicious at all.
Just like that, I passed through customs smoothly.
The temperature in November was already very low, and the sea breeze was stiff, blowing on my face like a steel knife scraping my face. But no matter how cold the air outside was, it was still more comfortable than the warm air indoors mixed with human body odor.
"How dare you take the ferry?" Park Min-chul stood far away, hardly daring to get close to the railing. "I'm traumatized."
Jian Jing didn't care: "Why are you afraid to sit on it? Are you afraid that there are monsters on this ship?"
Park Min-chul smiled bitterly and walked over slowly: "Yes, I'm scared. I don't want to experience the same thing a second time in my life."
Jian Jing smiled and said, "There won't be a second time."
"I hope so." He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. The nicotine took effect, and he seemed to be calmer. He asked her, "What is that monster? Is it something that the séance would summon?"
"You could think so."
He asked, "What do they want to do?"
Jian Jing said, "Isn't it clearly written in the script? Eternal life."
"The script..." Park Min-chul pondered for a while and shook his head. "It happened only three days ago, but I feel like it happened in my last life. I can't remember any details at all. Isn't that weird?"
"People have self-protection mechanisms, and it's normal to forget scary things." Jian Jing brushed her messy bangs and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have a sick wife or child, the kind that's dying?"
Park Min-chul was stunned: "Why do you ask this?"
Jian Jing asked back: "What do you think?"
"I see." He brushed off the ash from his cigarette. "You doubted me."
"Immortality is an old-fashioned cliché. Asia has the elixir of life, Europe has vampires, and the United States has put on a sci-fi coat and called it genetic engineering. In fact, there is no difference." Jian Jing said slowly, "Since ancient times, health and longevity have been what humans have been pursuing."
"Everyone wants to be healthy, but not necessarily to live forever. Besides, I don't believe in it at all," Park Min-chul said. "Only those superstitious people would believe in gods."
"You do not believe?"
"I do not believe."
"So do you want money?" she asked. "Do you want to be a senior executive at a TV station? Do you want to go into politics? Do you want to be a high-ranking official?"
Park Min-cheol paused and turned to stare at her.
Jian Jing asked: "Did 3Q Group promise to give you these things?"
"Yes." He admitted, but then said, "I didn't agree. Do you believe me?"
Jian Jing looked at him and smiled, "I believe it."
Park Min-chul raised an eyebrow.
"If you are a pawn arranged by 3Q Group, I can't board this ship." Jian Jing brushed off all the temptations lightly and looked at the horizon that was looming in the distance. "Fukuoka is almost here."
Park Min-cheol said "hmm" and stopped one and a half meters away from her.
Jian Jing turned her head.
"The boat's engine is so loud that if someone fired a gun, no passenger would hear it," he said.
"So?" she asked curiously.
"I wonder if you'll shoot me."
Jian Jing smiled: "You doubt me too."
"Why not?" Park Min-chul said coldly, "Do you know what that thing is? As soon as it got on the ship, it flirted with the people from 3Q Group, and then? It just happened to appear? Where I escaped. Is it strange to suspect you?"
"Not strange." She felt like laughing for some reason. "Then how about we keep this distance to Fukuoka?"
Park Min-chul: “That’s the best.”
So, the two of them maintained a distance where they could see each other, and after standing on the deck in the cold wind for nearly an hour, they finally set foot safely on Japanese territory.
Jian Jing said: "Let's separate here. Give me an email address and I will send the information to you."
Park Min-chul opened the cigarette box and wrote "Google Mail" on it.
Jian Jing stuffed it into her pocket: "Goodbye."
He plunged into the vast crowd without hesitation.
Jian Jing was calmer than him. She walked around the dock twice to make sure there were no followers. Then she changed her clothes in the toilet and took a taxi to leave.
The driver asked, “Where are you going?”
Jane Jing blindly selected a cafe.
The distance was not far, but the fare was so high that it made her jaw drop.
"Uh," she felt her pockets. She had stuffed all her US dollars into customs, so she didn't have enough change left. "Can you scan the code?"
The driver looked alert: "Cash only."
"Then wait for me." She went straight into a drugstore, found a girl from a tour group, used their website to log into her account, and wanted to find someone to exchange some cash for her.
There are a lot of unread messages in WeChat, but one of them is actually very useful
Ji Feng: [199xxxxxxxxx, the password is the one you played a trick on me that day?, it’s inconvenient? to use? your own identity, so just scan this?]
One? A small WeChat account!
So timely.
Jian Jing quickly switched accounts, found a young lady without any pressure, and scanned the code to exchange for cash.
Paid the fare smoothly.
A message popped up on the trumpet: [Are you in Japan?]
At this speed, a bank card must have been linked to it.
She: [I’ll go back and give you my money]
Ji Feng: [Kang Mucheng is here to find you, be careful and don't get targeted]
She: [Aren’t you curious?]
Monsoon: [Not curious]
She: [Then go away]
Ji Feng didn't reply again, and she was so angry that she almost blocked him.
But then I thought again, blocking it was too cheap, so I decided to go back to the drugstore to buy things.
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Ding Dong, [your account with the last digit xxxx spent 748 yuan]
Ding Dong, [Your account with the last digit xxxx spent 481 yuan]
Ding Dong, [Your account with the last digit xxxx spent...]
Ji Feng turned his phone's notifications to silent mode to avoid the endless vibrations.
Lao Gao was surprised: "Why do you have so many text messages?"
Ji Feng: "I was urged to give a good review on the things I bought on Double Eleven."
Lao Gao just asked casually, and immediately thought about Jian Jing again: "I don't know if Teacher Jian is a good person. She is a little weird."
"I'll be back soon." Ji Feng said, "Don't worry."