The last train of the overstuffed subway had just left, and the sound of violent friction was approaching more and more rapidly from the hole in the distance, and Shang Yiming, who was standing in the front row, quickly took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: it was less than 8 o'clock, and there were about two hours.

By his own intent, he prefers to take the subway after rush hour, because he feels that the number of passengers at this time is less than a quarter of the commuting time. However, in the eyes of several colleagues today, Dante always maintains the cautiousness, seriousness and even rigidity of a junior staff. So, wouldn't such a "petty clerk" be able to better disguise his deeds by following the city's routine and blending in with the crowded army of office workers?

After getting on the train, he preemptively occupied a corner at the rear of the carriage, huddled here not only to avoid being squeezed around, but also to lean against the cold inner wall of the carriage, and to browse and discern every face in his field of vision with a casual gaze.

At this time, the people in the car were as dense as the shrubs in the garden, and Dante looked through the layers of irregular "crowds", quietly scanning their eyes, expressions and small movements. One by one, the faces of today's strangers all have similar expressions—exhaustion and numbness, and joy, anger, and excitement seem to be buried in the bottom of their hearts, so they are rare. It really didn't interest him. As the subway stopped a little longer at a transfer station and a large crowd of passengers hula poured down, Dante was attracted by the noise at the door, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the most striking part of the crowded morning: a white woman sitting in a seat closest to the door, holding a yellow-skinned, dark-haired Chinese child about 1 year old in her arms. The child, like all his peers on the subway, was full of curiosity, looking around, climbing up and down the woman's shoulder, occasionally pointing to something outside the window and screaming excitedly. Whether on the subway or bus, or in the nightly lights of the hutongs outside his home, Dante's common "Chinese and foreign combination" is a young Chinese girl and an adult foreign man, and sometimes a foreign child, a foreign woman with a Chinese child is rare. He took advantage of the white woman's attention to the child and watched her closely.

The woman was nearly forty years old, and her short, dull blonde hair could not hide her flabby complexion, and there was a faint look of exhaustion on her thin face, while her brown eyes watched the child's every move. From time to time, she adjusts the position of holding the child, as if the child is more comfortable to snuggle up to her. When the child yells or claps her hands happily, she will open her mouth and make a grimace to make the child laugh.

Dante kept an eye on them for a long time, until more and more people got into the car to hide their figures. At a large transfer station in the east of the city, he saw through the window that the woman got off the train with the child in her arms. After the train had passed two more stops south, he also got out of the carriage.

Returning to the surface from the noisy and oppressive underground, Dante did not have time to enjoy the joy of seeing the light of day, so he hurried to the nearest bus stop. The bus he had squeezed into slowly drove out of the South Fourth Ring Road, and as soon as he crossed the intersection in front of him, his destination was less than a kilometer south. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer cars and people on the road, he waited for the car to turn east at the intersection, and after two more stops, he swiped his card and got out of the car unhurriedly.

"We don't have superpowers, we don't have high technology, we can only hide ourselves with primitive tricks. This is what Yugong told him when he first joined the group. Each member of the group has heard similar words from the mouth of the fool at least once, and Dante is the most resolute in enforcing this rule, after all, in today's world, technology is pervasive, and even the scene of hiding in the bed and breaking his toes can be monitored and transmitted to the other side of the earth by satellites outside the earth in real time.

The area in front of me is being renovated and built according to the plan, the roar of machinery can be heard from the busy construction sites on both sides of the road, the old houses that have not yet been demolished and the half-built new buildings separate the muddy, littered with garbage and dead grass under their feet, and the occasional wind blows through and raises a layer of sand like a curtain, and the sight and hearing of a few pedestrians are disturbed, and they have spread their steps and walked away. Dante knew that a small fork in the road would lead to his destination, and after a moment of swaying with the sparse flow of people, he turned around in a flash.

This is actually a path that used to run through the residential area, but now the residents have moved away, leaving only two rows of dilapidated bungalows, some of which have collapsed brick walls, some of which have leaky roofs, but in broad daylight, the wooden doors that look like they will collapse are closed down quite tightly, and there seem to be some professionals entrenched in them, because some of the broken walls are pasted with large and clear notes such as "Specializing in Syphilis" and "Monopoly on Adult Products", and some of the doors are painted with chalk "Professionally installed satellite pots". "Professional bugging" with a mobile phone number. Dante looked left and right as he walked around the "ruins" of the residential area, and the gray figures of the two tall buildings in front of him were in sight.

They were two unfinished buildings, which had been sitting in the vacant land for two or three years, and there were no street lights nearby, let alone surveillance equipment such as cameras. Suddenly, a white Xiali slipped over from nowhere, stopped 50 meters away from the unfinished building, the rear door opened, and Li Wei came out of it.

Dante smiled slightly, and Li Wei also saw him, but both of them naturally turned their faces away, as if they didn't know each other, and they each walked towards the meeting place. Dante came to the side door of the front row of buildings, made sure that no one was following, and quickly tiptoed in; Li Wei went around in circles, first entered the back row of buildings through the back door, saw that there was no one around, and trotted into the front row of buildings.

The basement was filled with the smell of dust, and the two men found Yu Cheng sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a Walkman, plugging his headphones and closing his eyes. "Coming?" he said, opening his eyes, and seeing the two of them, he casually added, "You two came together?"

"No, no, no. Dante calmly explained their chance encounter and the procedure for entering the building. "Okay," Yu Gong said as he took off his headphones reassuringly, "It's all very positive, it's so early." It's a pity that one of the three is missing, so wait for Jane Eyre. "Isn't Xingtian coming?" asked Li Wei.

He said hello in advance, and he had to be on duty at the vegetable market today, and he couldn't leave. It doesn't matter, I have here a very valuable material that he provides. ”