The man walked around the intersection for a moment, paused for a moment, and then walked out along Marcus Street and slowly disappeared from view.

I lay on the bench and didn't move, just pretending to be asleep and watching. As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people passing by on the road, and after last night's toss, the feeling of lying here today was a little more accustomed and no longer felt as big as before. Aside from the fact that the wind blowing from the river was a little cold, the only thing that scared me was that I was lying and staring around 120 when a black man came from my head at some point. By the time I spotted this guy, he was already standing on my bench, and I instinctively pulled out my gun. But just then, I saw that the man just looked at me and walked on, and at the same time I smelled a pungent smell of wine and noticed that the man was not even wearing shoes, and was carrying a glass wine bottle in his hand.

Although I was sure that this guy was a drunkard, I was relieved until this guy made it all the way to another bench and lay down on it. And just as I looked back at 120, I noticed that the man who had walked along Marcus Street had walked back again. The man also saw the drunkard who had just walked by, and after the drunkard had fallen asleep, he even slowly came to the drunkard's side, and after looking at the man carefully, he went to the river again, took out a cigarette again, and smoked again. After smoking the cigarette, he stood by the river for half an hour, and then walked all the way south again. And just as the man was gone, the third person I recognized reappeared near 120.

From this point of view, these three people are divided into two groups. The two of them acted together, that is, they had been eyeing me before, and this one appeared alone, and the third person who was roaming around was a different wave. The man seemed to be much more careful than the two, and when he came to the junction of Marcus Street, he looked left and right, and then went north, but in a short time he came back from the dim light of the river, and looked all the way at the man who slept on the bench like me. After looking around, he sat down on another empty bench and sat for more than half an hour, until one of the other two came back near the junction, and then the man got up again, returned to Marcus Street, and disappeared from view.

I noticed that the two men were on opposite sides of the street, but they were still passing head-on, after all, Marcus Street was not a very wide street. But the two didn't communicate much, and I only saw that the guy who had been eyeing me looked away at the third person. And this third person always looked ahead, and just walked all the way out.

After that, the third man didn't go back around, leaving only this guy to circle around the neighborhood from time to time. And about one o'clock later, the person who came around became another of the two, and it seemed that it was time for them to change shifts.

The man didn't wander around too much, just sat down on an empty bench. Every nearly an hour, he gets up and circles around the circle. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and just as I was about to get up and return to the chapel at the foot of the hill, I suddenly saw the curtain on the balcony of number 120 suddenly opened, and a beam of light shot out from inside.

I immediately changed my attention and continued to lie down and squint at the balcony. I saw a figure standing on the balcony, and the light coming from the room behind him put me in a backlit viewing position, so I could only see the illuminated silhouette of the person, but not his face. But judging from the figure, it should be the old guy with the pseudonym Ullman.

The figure stood on the balcony for a moment before returning to the room, but this time the curtains were not closed. It wasn't just me who saw this, there was the guy who was wandering around. The man was as surprised as he saw this, and I noticed that this guy immediately extinguished a cigarette that he had just smoked, took out his phone and immediately contacted someone, and didn't move around as if he had been instructed, just stood quietly at the intersection, keeping an eye on the movement around No. 120.

A moment later, another figure appeared from Marcus Street, and it was the third person. The man stopped when he came to the vicinity of 120, glanced at the guy at the intersection and looked up at the balcony. He hesitated for a moment as he watched, feeling like he was thinking about what to do. And just as he hesitated, there was a sudden movement from the door of No. 120, and the door slowly opened from the room.

I immediately looked at the door, and the third person quickly walked towards the door when he saw it open. But as soon as the man came to the door, a man stepped out of the door, and as soon as he came out, he raised his hand and motioned for the man who was passing to stop. The third person stopped cooperatively and whispered a word to the man. But the person who came out didn't pay attention to it at all, he looked at the other party with a serious face, and didn't say anything except to ask him not to get too close. After about two or three minutes, another person came out the door. Although he had a hat, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and an old man's cane in his hand, I recognized it at a glance as the old guy I had always wanted to kill.

As soon as he walked out of the doorway, he whispered something to his man, and after this man answered, the third man left by Murphy immediately walked quickly to the old fellow, and said something with some excitement. But though the man seemed agitated, he was always speaking very low, and it was still quiet for me to hear what they were saying.

But judging from the old guy's performance, the old guy seems to be very dissatisfied with what this third person said. He waved his hand and beckoned to his man, and the two men walked toward the river. And the third person didn't seem to give up, and immediately chased after the old guy as if to continue. But before he could catch up, he was separated by the old guy's men.

I glanced at the old guy who turned around and spoke again, and I sat up slowly while they were still talking. I can't stay here any longer. It's almost dawn soon, I don't want to get up close and personal with that old guy at dawn, and I've already passed through a contact window, I need to contact D as soon as possible to report the situation here to him.

But the act of getting up immediately caught the attention of the men, and they all looked at me. Especially the old guy's subordinate was watching me intently.

Ay.... Colombia didn't kill the British imperialists。。。。。 There is no return... Miserable。。。。。

(End of chapter)