Stone Dian.

Tang Jian abandoned the car before entering the township, hid it under a bridge pier on the village road, and changed his outfit there.

Now he wears old jeans, more durable pull-back shoes, and a decorated migrant worker.

The jacket on the upper body was dusty and still had some traces of paint, and the hippie wig had been replaced with a bird's nest head.

For realism!

Tang Jian also sprinkled a little dust on the head of the bird's nest, and touched up some makeup on his face in the mirror, making the bridge of his nose look a little bulging, and his face was sallow.

Walking on the road, slightly hunched, his expression was full of social hardships and human warmth, carrying a bag of wrenches, screws, and hammers and worn-out tool bags, he completely changed at a glance, and he was a man with a story.

Such a person, walking into an equally dilapidated small township, does not attract attention in the slightest.

Shidian is different from Wuyun County.

The roads in this small township do not seem to be narrow, because the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the area is large, but it is deserted.

From time to time, trucks dragging sand run over the road, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The New Century Internet Café is located on the corner of the township vegetable market, on the second floor of a dilapidated small building, and walks up a narrow staircase.

It is also one of only two internet cafes in the township.

Next to the Internet café, a four-story building with blocky white tiles on the surface, is a homestay, called Nancheng Homestay.

A façade on the first floor of the B&B is rented out by a partition, and it is indeed a hair business with a signboard of a hair salon, and there are two pot-bellied old mothers chatting with their legs crossed.

Perhaps noticing that Tang Jian was observing the B&B, one of them hurriedly walked to the door and beckoned to Tang Jian.

Tang Jian shuddered and waved his hand again and again, revealing a simple, nervous and cramped look.

He didn't want to experience the beauty of life in this world so early.

I turned my head and walked into the small supermarket opposite, bought a pack of 2 star coins of bird brand cigarettes, and then borrowed a cigarette to walk to the homestay.

Looking at the obvious 2-star coin bird brand cigarette in his hand, the two mothers who walked to the door smiled reluctantly.

This purchasing power is obviously not a suitable potential customer.

"Boss, I want housing. ”

Walking to the computer desk that looked like a counter in the B&B, Tang Jian handed over a cheap flue.

The middle-aged bald boss looked away from the colorful and indescribable pictures on the computer desk screen, glanced at the cigarette in Tang Jian's hand, and then at Tang Jian, and knocked down the table.

"It's not a local, right? Do you bring an identity plate? There is an identity plate to stay for 50 stars a day, and there is no 80 stars. ”

"Hey, hey, there's no nameplate, boss, it's cheaper, it's 60 stars." ”

Tang Jian fits the character very well, and he smiled dryly and ordered the flue.

The middle-aged bald boss rolled his eyes and was about to hand the cigarette to Tang Jian.

"70, 70, boss, how's it going?" Tang Jian hurriedly smiled and changed his words.

Three minutes later.

Tang Jian took an ordinary key with the room number written on white cloth tape and went upstairs.

He could vaguely perceive a corner of the stairwell, and a calm gaze was secretly observing him.

Tang Jian smoked a cigarette and relaxed his body, looked left and right, and sometimes looked down at the room number on the key, like an ordinary migrant worker.

After entering the room, he closed the wooden door with some peeling paint, cutting off the gaze of the observer.

The furnishings inside the house are simple.

An old bed, an old writing desk and a backrest chair with protruding nails at the corners.

In the corner was a pair of blue plastic slippers with dust on the surface, and diagonally across from the bathroom door with broken doorknobs was open.

Tang Jian put down the tool bag he was holding in his hand, and the tinkling sound of nails coming from inside the bag sounded.

Bring up the perspective of God in your mind.

Three small white dots appear in his mind, and one small green dot represents himself.

As you can see, the green dot and one of the white dots are almost next to each other.

The other two small white dots approached at a very fast speed.

"It's coming. ”

Tang Jian said in his heart, and quickly entered the God's perspective observation interface.

First of all, I observed the situation on Li Sanxiang's side.

No anomalies were found, and Luo Su did not let the charm out of her body.

Tang Jian switched to observe He Yinyue again.

The room furnishings are familiarly displayed.

In the blurred vision, He Yinyue was standing by the window of the room looking at the street below, smoking as he watched, and occasionally looked down at the spiritual power on his wrist.

The other party's psychic creature did not show that it could detect his threat, so Tang Jian confidently and boldly approached He Yinyue and observed the other party's expression.

found that He Yinyue frowned, his expression seemed to be anxious, and he smoked infrequently but took a hard bite every time he smoked.

"It doesn't seem to be going to be long coming. But Rosso, they're coming soon, too. ”

Tang Jian thought to himself and continued to observe.

At the same time, he took the mace from his kit and walked to the chair with the protruding nails on the surface.

Disguised as a decorator, he was serious.

For example, the chair in front of him with protruding nails, he must hammer the nails down to fit the personality.

Ten minutes later.

A low-key gray-black long Baker van drove into the stone field.

He Yinyue, who was standing in front of the window and smoking the eighth cigarette, paused, and his eyes were vigilantly parked on the Baker business vehicle with license plate IPH-72 (don't search).

It wasn't until the Baker business car drove into the depths of the vegetable market diagonally opposite that he shifted his gaze, snuffed out the cigarette butt, looked down at the unresponsive spirit in his hand again, and cursed in a low voice.

"Suchir, you idiot!"

His patience had been worn out, and he had no intention of waiting for that uneasy companion.

The Buick that suddenly entered the township aroused his alarm and made him feel faintly uneasy.

He Yinyue turned around and lifted the backpack on the bed, opened the door and walked out, and his ears immediately heard the sound of the bell that had just sounded.

When I glanced at it, I saw the owner of the inn standing in the aisle near the staircase, and a young man dressed as a repairman was repairing tables and chairs with a mace.

When he looked, the entire aisle was filled with a dozen chairs and two shabby tables.

"He's XX. What chairs and tables to repair at this time. ”

He Yinyue scolded in his heart, and he was about to walk over with a displeased expression.

The owner of the B&B took the lead and walked over with a smile and handed over a cigarette, "Hey, this boss, I'm sorry to disturb it, and I quickly repaired it to make room for the aisle."

Since you're out, why don't I fix the tables and chairs in your room?"

He Yinyue politely took the cigarette and said with a calm face, "No need, I want to check out." ”

The bald boss touched his brain and smiled and lit a cigarette for He Yinyue, "Don't worry, don't worry, smoke a cigarette first, after the cigarette is finished, the aisle will be vacated and then leave, and it is not good to go downstairs now." ”

He Yinyue took a puff of cigarette irritably, glanced at the chair that was also placed on the stairs, listened to the sound of the bell knocking, felt a headache, and couldn't help but scratch his eyes fiercely at the repairman who was beating like a drum kit.

"Dead bunk!"

Tang Jian's back was cold, and he felt a fierce and terrifying gaze from behind, which made him feel like a stab in his back, and he couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

"Sure enough, it's an emotionless killer, I was kind enough to help everyone repair tables and chairs, but I was just an ordinary repairman, and I inexplicably provoked his hostility.

It's horrible!

If I were to go into his room and fix the table and chairs, wouldn't I be killed?

Such a killer with such a strong anger cannot be kept!"

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