I think D used to do this a lot. I'm talking about flying from one country to another with a fake identity that you don't even know what your name is, and then taking a passport with a photo that looks just a little similar to your own. Otherwise, it's hard to explain why he wasn't nervous at all after entering the airport hall, and he smiled ambiguously with the lady at the counter during identity verification, which made him feel like he wanted to go to the other party's phone number.

Either way, we managed to get on ... It should be said that it was mixed with the plane. And after we got on the plane, D and I were in a different state than before. He was tired but busy, nervous and worried, and he wouldn't sleep even if he was asked to sleep. Now that he was relaxed and got on the plane and started sleeping, I was getting more and more nervous. Maybe it's because I'm getting closer to the old guy again, and I'm going to attack him again this time. Anyway, I'm in good spirits all the way, and I'm in a state where any wind and grass around me can catch my attention.

We arrived at our destination a little over an hour after the plane took off, and I can only say that Europe itself is a very small place, and going abroad is a big deal for most of us to go to a faraway place. But it's different here, it's more like we've come from one province to another. You must know that Germany has a total of only 300,000 square kilometers, while our Hebei Province has 180,000 square kilometers. So... It was still the evening of the same day when I crossed the border and landed at the airport in Linz, and the people around me said exactly the same thing, and I didn't feel like I was in another country at all.

From the moment the plane landed and stopped, D began to keep in touch with his people. After getting out of the airport with the two bags, we didn't make any stops and went straight to the train station.

"Judging by the time, the old gentleman's plane should have almost arrived in Salzburg." After taking a seat in the waiting hall of the train station, D spoke while holding a cup of coffee.

"What are we going to do when we get there?" I asked.

"Wait." D said and looked around, "Actually, it is quite risky for us to swagger through the market like this. After all, someone is looking for us. ”

"Isn't it too late for you to say this? We're all here. I said, gesturing to my travel bag, "And we don't have a single bullet except for a bag of clothes and a camera." If something goes wrong, there's not much we can do. ”

"You know what?" Hearing me say this, D suddenly turned his head to look at me, "You don't know what you're doing right now, you need to change your way of thinking." You are not a soldier on the battlefield now, there are not so many battles waiting for you to fight. What we're doing is actually better off using no weapons, that's the best, and it's the safest for ourselves. And you think you'll be fine with a gun? If we're locked down, do you think it's really useful? ”

"And what do you mean?" I asked, "What are you trying to tell me?" Strangling each other with both hands without using a gun? ”

"Nope." D shook his head helplessly, "I mean, you should think about hiding first, and then run. And not how to take a gun and fight people. For us, most of the time when you pick up a gun and fight back, it's over. With that, he stood up, "All right." Our car is arriving. ”

Just as I was picking up the two bags and preparing to catch up with him, his phone rang again, and he took out the phone and looked at it and said to me, "They're in Salzburg." ”

"How long will it take us to get here?" I asked.

"It's going to take about two or three hours." D replied casually, "This is already the fastest bus." ”

When the train started, I suddenly felt that sometimes D was not always reliable. For example, the so-called fastest bus arrived in Salzburg almost three hours after leaving Linz. We walked out of the platform of Salzburg's train station in the early hours of the next morning, just before it was dawn. I don't know if that's the speed on this line, but I feel like I've been deceived.

After coming to the train station, D did not leave immediately. Instead, he stopped at the train station, and after making some contact, he looked at him and said, "Our old gentleman went to a place called Marcus Street, where he had a dwelling. ”

"Residence?" I looked at D, "Are you sure it's not a hotel or something?" ”

"No, it's a residence." D shook his head, "And it's on the edge of the Salzach River, maybe it's still a house with a river view." ”

"Uh... Could it be a safe house or something? Temporarily for him and his people to hide. And then what task was performed? I asked.

"No, it won't." D immediately waved his hand, "I think it's more like this old gentleman has returned to his own residence on vacation." ”

"And now are we?" I said and gesturing around, "Are we going to stay here or what?" ”

D thought for a moment and said, "Do you want us to go and see this old gentleman's residence?" ”

"Are you sure you can?" As for going straight to the past, although I thought about it, I immediately thought of the various tricks that the old guy had played before, "This can't be a trap, right?" I don't have any basis for it, but I'm still worried. ”

"Huh." D glanced at me and said, "Have you been blinded by that old gentleman?" How do you say that sentence, once bitten by a snake for ten years, afraid of the well rope? ”

"Yes. I'm not only afraid of the well rope now, but also a pair of shoelaces. So we'd better be careful. In case someone else comes with a yellow finch behind... I said.

"Either way, we have to go and see. Be careful, and if you find something wrong, we'll run. Besides, my people are still staring at him. I know what to expect, and I'll be able to do it. After D finished speaking, he took out his phone again and sent a message to his people, and after getting a reply from the other party, he looked at it and said, "Let's go." We found a place to change our clothes and disguise ourselves before we went there. ”

The two of us went to the restroom at the train station, where we quickly changed our clothes, put a wig on our head, and put two mustaches and glasses on me. The two of them dressed like business people coming to Salzburg on business before walking out of the train station with their bags.

Twenty minutes later, we came to a place called Elizabeth Street. A T-junction to be exact, and Marcus Street where we're going is just west of it. D. Instead of going directly to Marcus Street for safety reasons, he asked the driver to stop at this intersection and got out of the car with me.

Seeking fat... Ask for fat。。。。。。

(End of chapter)