And just as Pete entered the dining room to start dinner. In the safe house of the Intelligence Directorate on the opposite side of this building. Anne looked at Eric, who was eating a quick snack, and said, "Most of them are back." Listening to the sound is like eating on the second floor. ”

Eric nodded, "Looks like they're all going well today." So be it. Eric sighed and said, "We have to rest too, I'll keep an eye here today, and the others can clean up and rest." After saying that, he looked around and said, "Are you going to move all this into the cubicle tomorrow?" ”

"Yes. Tomorrow, someone will come early tomorrow morning. It's all already arranged. Anne looked tired and stood up and stretched.

"Let's go. Go and rest. I'll keep an eye on it here. Eric said as he took a folding bed from the side and opened it, "I don't have much to go anyway." So be it. ”

Anne glanced at Eric and immediately motioned to the others, "Hurry up, everyone." Pack up and get off work. Come back early tomorrow morning. As he spoke, he looked at Eric and said, "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock." ”

"Whatever, you can do it in the middle of the night." Eric smiled.

Anne nodded, quickly tidied up her things, and quickly left with the others.

After seeing that everyone else was leaving, Eric sat on the edge of the bed and took the black briefcase he usually liked to carry, and took out a stack of documents from the bag, the top of which looked like a kind of record, or rather like attendance.

Eric picked up the attendance-like thing and looked at it carefully, and after a moment he left the folding bed and went to the table, took a notebook and pen in his bag, and took some things from time to time. After almost two hours, Eric put down his pen and picked up another thick stack of materials. These materials seem to be the same information about the staff at No. 33 that they had given to Pete and their memories. After searching for the things recorded in his notebook, he selected another part of these materials, and then carefully looked at this part of the information one by one.

Pete went back to his room after dinner. At the moment, the man who lives opposite the door has also returned, and you are watching TV in the living room.

The man was a young white man, estimated to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a very athletic build, and apparently spent a lot of time on sports. When the man saw Pete and them coming, the man stood up and said, "Good evening, Robert Shaun." ”

"Pete. Pete Wong. Pete shook the man's hand after saying a word.

"Where's the other guy?" The man asked.

"He's on the night shift." Pete said.

"The first day was the night shift? Luck is a bit bad. The man smiled and sat back on the couch, "Do you want to watch the game together?"

"Thank you. No need. Pete glanced at the TV screen and said, "I want to take a shower and rest." ”

"Okay." The man named Robert nodded and said, "If you need any help, just let me know." Oh yes, these are the clothes and shoes that were sent to you before. He said and gestured to two large bags against the wall, each with its own name on it.

"Thank you." Pete thanked him, took the bag with his name on it back to his room, went to the bathroom, and said goodnight to Robert after taking a shower and went back to his room to rest.

Pete sat on the edge of the bed and did not fall asleep, but recalled everything he had seen and heard today, including his conversation with Anderson.

If you judge from the situation of the Hassan you saw today, this guy's condition is not very good, he draws the curtains, doesn't coach with people, doesn't even look at it, and has a blank face. I don't know what kind of person he used to be, but if you just judge from his current state, it is obvious that this guy has a great psychological disorder. To put it simply, in a state of extreme anxiety, he doesn't trust anyone and keeps trying not to attract anyone's attention, but what he doesn't know is that doing so makes him look very special and different. For example, in that row of offices, only he is the only one with curtains drawn, as long as a person sees this, he will inevitably ask. Isn't that counterproductive?

Thinking of this, Pete couldn't help but frown. This guy's state is very dangerous for himself, after all, he has become the object of attention of the intelligence bureau, in this case, this person is likely to be exposed, even if he helps him cover up, he is not the only one there, and there may be an internal transfer of positions, and if he is discovered by someone else, he will not only be in place, but he will also be implicated. In other words, this guy has become a bomb at this moment, a bomb that will explode at any time. That's not going to work, you have to find a way to do something.

Pete got up early the next morning, rehydrated and went upstairs to the gym. To his surprise, there were not many people here who came here to exercise in the morning, and the few two or three people were all from the 33rd of the Security Bureau project, and one of them was a woman on the floor that Pete was in charge of.

The woman nodded when she saw Pete, and said hello. Pete smiled politely and walked to a treadmill, and after a brief stretch, he stepped onto the treadmill and adjusted his pace and ran.

Pete looks like he's running, but he's actually thinking about it. He hadn't slept well last night. He was thinking about how he could have the opportunity to pass on his news and judgment to Dr. Fung so that Dr. Fung could alert the relevant people. But I couldn't think of a way to think about it all night. I didn't have a chance to leave here, I didn't have a chance to get in touch, and although I had that phone with me, I would never be stupid enough to use that phone to get in touch.

So what to do? Are you just waiting for the opportunity to come to your door? This is obviously not possible, there is no way for the people of the Intelligence Service to sit and wait there, it is only the beginning, and there will certainly be a series of more proactive measures to investigate the object of their suspicions.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came, but exhausted, "Help. Help. ”

Pete immediately put away his thoughts and looked over, only to see that the woman he had just seen was bench pressing at the moment, but it was obvious that the weight of the barbell was no longer enough for the woman to push it up and put it back on the shelf, and now she was unable to support it and was falling to her chest.

Seeing this, Pete immediately jumped off the treadmill and came to the woman's side, reached out and held the barbell back on the shelf.