Ye Lan rubbed her eyes and woke up, at this time the sun was already high in the sky, she looked at the table below, it was already more than eight o'clock, and she had slept by herself...... Less than three hours. Ye Lan finally chose to follow Nancy last night, the timing of the girl's appearance, her reaction to the bloody scene, especially the last question was too strange, Ye Lan believed that this little girl must have a lot of secrets worth discovering, so she quietly followed, and waited in Nancy's small shack all night, but nothing was gained.

Ye Lan looked around, the cool sea breeze blew, and his brain, which was still half asleep, was finally completely awakened.

Seeing that Nancy really didn't find anything to discover, Ye Lan left, originally she was going to go back to rest, but she suddenly felt something wrong halfway through, she was going to sleep, according to the previous inference, there might be people squatting in that residence, it had been tossing for most of the night, she was too tired, she didn't have the heart to play with them, so she found a remote corner and stayed overnight.

Ye Lan put on the coat covering her body and checked the small organs arranged by herself around her, yes, no one has come within a radius of several hundred meters overnight, too, who has nothing to do at night to come to the mass grave. It's remote and quiet, no one disturbs it, it's really a good resting place, Ye Lan thought to herself, kicked aside the skull that was exposed because of the rain, and tidied up her clothes, she needs to eat something now.

A glass of milk, a steak, such a breakfast is a bit too oily for ordinary people, but Ye Lan doesn't care, she urgently needs to replenish her energy now.

After eating breakfast, Ye Lan also planned her next move, she took out a napkin on the table, asked the waiter for a pen, wrote a few lines on it, folded it into a small bag, and walked out.

Ye Lan strolled on the streets early in the morning, Meiqian Island has a lot of nightlife, correspondingly, everyone got up late in the morning, it was already past eight o'clock, and there was no one on the street, except for the beggars on the street.

The island is a free country, the rich can enjoy any enjoyment freely, and the poor can only endure hunger and cold freely, even in the bustling center of the city there will be many beggars. Some of them came here with the dream of fighting for a lot, but they were deprived of everything by the cold reality; Some are abandoned chess pieces, they follow an order to fight with another group of people for the sake of profit and blood, and afterwards those unlucky, disabled chess pieces are abandoned after receiving a meager pension, after a period of psychological depression, they will find more realistic problems, how to live, at this time, the friendship and righteousness that were sworn at the beginning have been cooled, after eating a few closed doors, many of them choose to drag their crippled bodies along the street to beg; Some of them had quite assets before, and even a rich person, but there are too many temptations here, if you indulge in it, how much family property will be thrown into it, and after bankruptcy, you will commit suicide in despair, and you will work for others with a little ability, and the most depressed will end up begging for a living; Of course, the most are people who are at the bottom of the society, for example, this one on the street corner, with a sack on his body, a broken bowl in front of him, mentally numb, his face is haggard, and his whole body is so thin that he can see the bones, he curled up on the street corner, his eyes looked ahead, there was no hope, there was no despair, his spirit was dead, he just relied on the body's survival instinct to beg, and it was a relief to live one day at a time, when he froze to death and starved to death.

Ye Lan walked over, put a black bread in the bowl in front of him, and said, "Give this to the man in the white shirt." With that, he put the paper bag made of napkins on top of the bread.

The beggar glanced up at Ye Lan, there was a hint of brilliance in his eyes, he didn't say anything and picked up the piece of black bread, and devoured it, his life was already miserable, but no one cared if he would live a more miserable life, if he didn't swallow something in his stomach, he would always be snatched away. After eating the bread, the beggar's face was a little more bloody, as if a dying grass had been moistened by a drop of water, he looked at the paper bag in the bowl, hesitated, but still picked it up, and when he looked up, the woman had disappeared. The beggar leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, and staggered towards the white shirt.

The white shirt gave the beggar a strange look, took the paper bag, and when he opened it, there was a hundred zinc coins inside, and a sentence was written on it, asking him to take this paper towel to 69 Third Street. The white shirt didn't ask anything, the people who used this way to convey information were big guys, he was an ordinary person who couldn't afford to mess with, since he was chosen, he had to send it to his hand, of course, the hundred zinc coins could still be wanted, why not earn it if he had money.

Ignoring the beggar who looked annoyed when he saw the money, he walked briskly towards Third Avenue in his white shirt.

In a coffee shop on the side of the road, Ye Lan sat by the window, while tasting delicious coffee, looking at the scenery on the street, seeing the white shirt gone, she smiled, the plan has begun, I hope to catch something.

The fastest and most time-saving route from here to No. 69 Third Avenue needs to pass through a small alley, and last night, Ye Lan broke the stalker's hands, cut his tongue, and gouged out his eyes in that small alley, originally she planned to go to that alley to see if the stalker was still there, but she didn't want to take risks, and it was not a good choice to expose herself rashly, especially when she had no clue about this task. It is very likely that someone is squatting in that alley, this is another very good opportunity, I don't want to go, so I naturally have to find someone to go, and a passerby who has nothing to do with this matter is a good choice. As for whether you will find yourself through the line of white shirts and beggars, you don't have to worry, because you have already cut this line.

The beggar returned to the corner of the street, deeply annoyed by his choice, he had already known that there was money in the paper bag, he took it himself, it was a hundred zinc coins, how much black bread can be bought?! With the money, he can even get a taste of what white bread really tastes like. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more angry he became, his face turned red, and the green tendons on his neck had burst...... It didn't take long for him to die, by himself.

Ye Lan retracted her gaze, for an ordinary person with a loss of qi and blood, a trialist of her level could completely kill him quietly, and mobilizing emotions was the specialty of a supernatural trialist.