This part of Alaska has either a particularly long day or a particularly long night.

It's the season when the daylight is particularly long.

It's a sparsely populated area, and many people have pastures in the suburbs. This is also the busiest day for local farms.

The ranch is far away from the suburbs, and if there is a reinforced concrete underground storage room. Turning people in, that's really calling the heavens undesirable and the earth unspiritual.

There are benefits, though.

To this employee/agent/member of the Security Service with the number 3527. It's just so easy to find.

Remote positioning is not too precise, and in the past, even if the target person was given a photo and dress, it was difficult to find. In particular, some of the things happen in the downtown area. I don't even know which crowd the target is in.

But there is no such worry here, this time the task is to make him decide. It's so simple, with what he's learned in the past, he can find a hundred ways to do it......

His car was thirty meters outside the ranch and happened to have a flat tire. He got out of the car and checked it out and found that the problem was even worse. There was no problem with the spare tire, but after coming up, the car did not catch fire, so I tried for a few minutes. He had to ask for help.

He came to the gate of the ranch and called for a bang.

The man inside didn't seem to plan to come out, but he was patient, and in the process he noticed something unusual - there were no dogs in the yard of this farm with a few acres.

This cannot be said to be incomprehensible, at least very rare.

Finally, about ten or twenty minutes passed. The people inside seemed annoyed by his knock on the door. He brought a long, double-barreled shotgun, white and conspicuous. The door opened amid a rough cursing, and the people inside asked, "Who are you, why are you knocking on my door?"

It was an elderly man, even though he had shaved his head and shaved his beard. Still can't hide the fact that he is old. Wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, white stubble that wants to emerge. None of them can escape the eyes of number 3527.

3527 had expected this situation, and he immediately took out the acting skills he had studied in Los Angeles for three months, raised his hands and retreated in panic, and at the same time explained and complained like any one would normally do: "Dude, you're overreacting! I just want to ask if there's an auto repair shop near you, and I'm going to call someone to fix my damn car that broke down here! What else can I do? I can't push him along! There's not even a passing car on this damn road for half an hour......”

The deep vigilance in the bald guy's eyes disappeared slightly, he looked at the man in front of him for a while, frowned and asked, "Your car broke down?"

3527 seemed to let out a sigh of relief, putting down his raised hand and sighing, "That's right, man. Where, a spare tire is not enough. I don't think I'll have to call someone. ”

"Why don't you call a trailer?"

The United States is known as a country on wheels, and road services are well developed.

"Oh, don't mention those vampires. Well, to be honest, my car is an old problem, as long as I go into the repair shop for three minutes, I can drive it back out, but it's just a small spark plug problem...... You know, being towed back by a tow truck and repairing it casually on the side of the road are two price ......" 3527 rubbed sweat on his short sleeves, his face was quite helpless.

His old Ford also looked a little older. The bald guy stared at this kid, feeling a little embarrassed. The last thing he wants right now is to make a move here. It's a big trouble to let the people inside sense the opportunity, or to make the people outside feel that there is something wrong in the yard!

After thinking about it for a long time, it wasn't until the guy on the other side looked a little uneasy that he said angrily: "If I give you tools, can you fix your damn car?!"

"Well, yes. No problem, thank you, there is a saying, a long illness becomes a good doctor!" The other party's actions, number 3527, were in full view, and he confirmed his suspicions, and he planned to deal with the matter in the usual peaceful way.

The bald guy took out a bucket of tools, and 3527 thanked him again and again, everything was as he said. It was just a little longer, and he tinkered for at least ten minutes to get himself full of gas. His old Ford is ready for the road.

The bald guy was slightly satisfied, and it seemed that the guy in front of him was quite acquainted. There are no requests to enter the door to wash your hands.

He indifferently picked up his tools and closed the iron door.

Outside the walls, the sound of car engines sounded. Drifting away, he breathed a sigh of relief and touched his beard. The gloom on his face suddenly became heavier.

If he had stopped and waited for a while, then he would have found that the damn car had not gone far. And it was walking very slowly just now.

It stopped in front of his neighbor's house a few hundred meters away, and then started calling again.

This time it was a middle-aged woman who came out to open the door, her figure was out of shape, but her smile was warm and hearty. It warms people's hearts.

"Hello ma'am. ”

"You're welcome, is there anything I can help with?"

"I'm sorry, can I drink some water here and wash my hands by the way?"

"Absolutely. "Number 3527 has a sunny face.

"What's wrong with you, young man?" she asked, walking ahead.

The 3527 in the back picked the corners of his mouth and told him what had just happened. The middle-aged woman suddenly looked at him with a strange expression. There was some wariness in his eyes. She beckoned, and a big black dog at the door came lazily and rubbed her thigh affectionately.

“...... Maybe I called the door for too long and disturbed him, or maybe the old man happened to be taking a nap. With that, 3527 smiled politely, turned on the faucet, filled his cup and was about to leave.

"You say, old man?"

"Huh...... It's not too old. But his beard is gray, isn't it?" 3527 scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"The beard is white?" the middle-aged woman's face became even more puzzled.

3527 didn't seem to notice her anomaly and nodded, "yes, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are heavy, and the new beard is white......"

The two of them were talking, and they had already come to the door.

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand in the direction he came from: "The person you are talking about is the owner of the neighboring house?

Now 3527's face showed suspicion: "What?

My neighbor is Bradley, a middle-aged man in his thirties, divorced and living alone. He doesn't look old at all, it's true that he's bald, but he has a beard and a circle beard. With a black beard, he was still very young. ”

3527 took two steps back with a long mouth: "But, but just ......"

"The bottom line is that he's a very helpful guy. My farm car has troubled him twice......" The middle-aged woman stretched out two chubby fingers.

"What kind of guests are there in his house? like his father. ”

"Oh, I told you he lived alone for almost three years. He and my husband are friends, and as far as I know, his parents are no longer there. ”

At this stage, middle-aged women also have some doubts. The young man in his twenties in front of him didn't seem to be lying.

The young man thought for a moment, but waved his hand repeatedly: "No, ma'am! I'm pretty sure the stubble on that man's face is white." Carrying a double-barreled shotgun in his hand. The white shotgun scared the hell out of me. You don't know how angry he looked at the time. I didn't even dare to say that I wanted to go to his house to wash my hands, that's why I came to your ......."

"Oh, double-barreled shotgun, white handle. Looks like you've really met my neighbors. Strange, how did he change so much?"

No. 3527 sighed inwardly, and had to say in a suspicious tone, "No, ma'am, I'm afraid we're not talking about the same person." I can't guarantee if he's your neighbor......" Of course he can assure, promise not. Because before getting out of the car just now, he had logged in to the database with his mobile phone and searched for the information of this homeowner. To be sure, it's not the same person.

"You mean, is it difficult?"

"I don't know, ma'am. But I think if you're sure you can recognize your neighbor, we can get the police to take a look. There must be a community police here, right?" 3527 had to offer.

"Of course, well, I mean, of course I recognize him!"

So, the two called the police. In fact, it was a middle-aged woman who dialed a friend's phone directly. In this kind of small suburb of the city, after living for a long time, everyone has known each other for a long time......