Eric went to the law firm again.

Since Qiao Minglei's case can be confirmed to be unjust, he hopes that it can be disposed of as soon as possible and let Qiao Minglei get out of prison as soon as possible.

In this way, a few of them can go abroad as quickly as possible, and they no longer have to worry about it in China.

He negotiated with the lawyer about the relevant matters, and the lawyer will try to get Qiao Minglei out of prison before the Spring Festival, which made Eric feel good, and he came out of the office building after tidying up in the bathroom downstairs of the law firm.

The man pretending to be reading the newspaper in the small garden next to him glanced at it.

Out of the office building came a man with shawl hair and a scruffy beard, but in winter, he was only wearing a long trench coat, a somewhat dirty camel-colored wool scarf, a pair of tattered leather boots on his feet, his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, whistling, facing the cold wind and the light rain, limping forward.

His gaze circled around him twice, and the man continued to stare at the newspaper.

The lame foot doesn't look like a fake, and it seems that this person is not Eric Choi.

The man waited patiently while whispering back to the people above him.

Now, Eric Choi is still in the office building at No. 14 Yanghu Road, and has not yet come out. As he spoke, he glanced at the door of the office building again, and was about to continue talking, when his eyes turned and he inadvertently glanced at the intersection not far away.

The green light came on, and the sloppy man was about to cross the street, who knew that the car that was turning was going to take the lead and almost hit him.

The man didn't react, and even his lame foot got better in an instant, and he rushed across the intersection with a brisk pace.

Lame is camouflaged!

The man "buzzed" in his head, immediately dropped the newspaper, rushed over, and took off his coat as he ran, changed the coat he wore on both sides, and put it on his body again.

After the sloppy man crossed the street, he saw him walking towards a pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

The man wiped his face and said to the mobile phone, which was always on the phone: "Eric Choi has come out of the law office, he has made another costume change, and now he is a man wearing a long trench coat, shawl hair, and beard." I followed him and he seemed to be getting into a pickup van......"

"Don't worry, I've already sent someone to your side, wait for the next time to follow him, Eric Cui, this person, it is not possible to track him alone. ”

"Good!"

Pei Tingyuan listened to their conversation quietly, and the picture of stalking Eric Cui seemed to appear in front of him, as if a hunter was tracking a cunning fox.

"Eric Choi got in the car, we shouldn't have been spotted yet, we got in the car and followed! The road conditions are good today, we are following him steadily...... His direction now is ...... Downtown. ”

"Mr. Pei, I will immediately call everyone to gather in the city center and the surrounding areas. ”

"Hmm. Pei Tingyuan responded simply and continued to wait.

Eric went to a hypermarket in the center of the city, first went to the bathroom, completely removed the scruffy disguise, then put on a woolen long coat, suit pants and leather shoes that matched his age, temperament and occupation, and then put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses without lenses, like the elite of society.

He came out of the bathroom and looked back.

All around, passers-by come and go, talking and laughing, spending a leisurely and pleasant shopping time.

Everyone's expressions looked very natural, not like a disguise with another purpose.

But along the way, he always felt that there were a few little mice sneaking around him.

Rats are a difficult and tenacious creature, and it takes a lot of thought to get rid of them.

And...... Not only the young man on the minibus, but it seems that other people have found his traces, so even if the text message is not sent, Pei Tingyuan already knows that he didn't leave by plane at all, right?

Eric chuckled and cheered up, now he had a little fun playing the game.

He straightened his coat, stepped on the escalator, came to the door of the hypermarket, and then took a trolley, looking like he was going to go shopping.

When shopping in the hypermarket, it's a good time to catch those little mice.

Eric slowly pushed the cart and shuttled from shelf to shelf, occasionally picking up something that could be shined to see who was behind him.

Wandering from the third floor to the second floor, there were only a few daily necessities in his trolley, and when he arrived at the fresh food area on the second floor, he suddenly let go of his hands and feet, and packed all kinds of things that Qiao Xihe liked to eat into the trolley, and it was full in a while.

Several of the people who were following him looked at each other.

"He's in such a good mood, isn't he not taking today's events to heart at all?"

"I think he's really going to shop......"

"This man is really weird, you want me to say...... More like a person with a mental illness......"

"When you say that, I really feel like it! After today's events, how can I still be so calm?"

"Don't think about it, he thinks he has successfully asked us and got carried away. Of course, there will be no more worries and worries, and until now, he has not even noticed our existence. ”

"So, what the hell is this Eric Choi a mortal?"

Pei Tingyuan silently listened to the complaints of several of them, but the heads of these people couldn't listen to it anymore, and shouted: "Stop chatting, show me the people." ”

A few people who were arranging Eric quickly shut up and continued to follow seriously.

Pei Tingyuan suddenly asked, "What did he buy?"

Someone reported the contents of the trolley one by one.

Pei Tingyuan asked again: "Apart from these, what has he seen?"

Someone said it completely, as if announcing the name of the dish, and finished it in one breath.

"Floor-to-ceiling mirrors, glass pot lids, various pots and pans glasses, and I walked around the clothing section of the hypermarket and bought a pair of leather shoes. In addition, he looked at cleansing products, as well as various quick foods, snacks, and took carbonated drinks from the freezer, but they didn't put them in the trolley. ”

They need to have a great memory, and if they don't have a good memory, they need to write them all down.

Pei Tingyuan frowned, and sure enough, this Eric Cui showed that he was acting, "You continue to follow, and send two more people to follow Eric Cui." ”

"Eh, what's wrong?" someone asked, puzzled.

Pei Tingyuan said: "Eric Cui has already discovered your whereabouts. ”