"Where did you learn that?" Lin Zhicheng asked in surprise.

These courses are also taught in the Special Training Section of the Secret Service, but there is no way to make this method simple and effective.

"I saw it in a book." Fang Buwei said casually.

In fact, he learned it from a criminal son in his previous life.

In the case of a missing child, a professional human trafficker was traced. Detectives found that many witnesses had different descriptions of the trafficker's facial features.

Later, when I caught this trafficker, I found out that this person's makeup skills were very good.

At that time, the chief judge was Fang Buwei, who was in the mind of being prepared, and he deliberately learned about it.

What he was using now was the same method that the man had used in the early days of his crime.

After putting on his makeup, he looked at the rickshaw parked outside and felt that something was wrong. After thinking about it, he realized why.

Rickshaws don't pull people, what is it called.

Coming empty, going empty, it will inevitably make people suspicious, Fang Buwei said to Lin Zhicheng: "Send a face, I'll pull a ...... forward"

Lin Zhicheng assigned a team member who was not tall and thin and followed Fang Buwei out the back door.

After pulling forward for more than a kilometer, Fang Buwei let the team members get out of the car. He pulled the rickshaw again and approached in the direction of the red dot.

There were several passengers who wanted to take the bus along the way, but they were all refused by Fang on the excuse that there was a problem with the car and that they wanted to find a place to fix it.

When the eavesdropper is within the receiving range, it is not the first time to start listening.

There was a "tick-tick" sound from inside, and there was a slight "rustle" in the pause. Fang Buwei thought about it and guessed that the driver should be writing.

No wonder I didn't go out so late, it turned out that I was receiving a message.

Someone was calling for a taxi again, so he didn't think about it, he couldn't pull an empty car and keep wandering around, so he stopped and let the male guest get into the car.

"Boss, I'm new here, I don't know some roads, I have to trouble you to point ......" Fang Buwei said with a smile.

"Okay, it's okay!" The middle-aged man sitting in the car said, "I'll warn you when you turn the corner!" ”

Fang Buwei thanked him, picked up the rickshaw and ran.

The guests found that the coachman looked quite old, but he had great strength, the car pulled quickly, the steering was also flexible, and he sat on it quickly and steadily. It's just that there is one thing that is not good, it is not that he doesn't know some roads, but he doesn't know all of them. You can't tell him the name of the road, pure suddenness is a glare.

Halfway through, I found that there was no movement in my ears, and I didn't look at it, it turned out to be beyond the receiving range of the eavesdropper.

He was a little dumbfounded, and he couldn't throw the guests halfway, so he gritted his teeth and sped up.

After just a few steps, the red dot in his head began to move, proving that the driver had left Yao Tiannan's home. Fang Buwei was even more anxious in his heart.

The rickshaw ran faster and faster, as if it was flying, and even overtook two small cars. The guests on the bus shouted: "Slow down, slow down, slow down......"

Finally arrived at the location, the guest got out of the car in shock, and the other party did not complain for a meal. Fortunately, the guests were quite polite, and they gave Fang not a penny for the car.

Fang Buwei pulled up the empty rickshaw and moved in the direction of the red dot.

The red dot is not moving fast, and the driver should be walking. But Fang Buwei didn't dare to be careless. Maybe in between, the driver will meet someone.

What's more, the driver had just received the message, and he was writing at the time, did he translate the message directly?

As soon as he went out after receiving the message, would he take the content of the message with him? If he had obtained this message, would he have been able to decipher the contents of the telegram he had sent earlier?

Not long after, the red dot stopped, and Fang Buwei's heart was on fire......

Then, there was a very surprising scene on the streets of Nanjing: a rickshaw that did not pull people, like flying, overtook one car after another on the street......

When it reached the range that the eavesdropper could receive, Fang Buwei slowed down and listened to the recording as he walked.

The voice was very noisy, and there seemed to be a lot of people next to him, and then Fang Buwei heard the shouting of the guy again: "Your bun ......"

Is it a steamed bun shop?

The sound of eating sounded inside again, Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief, and put the previous recording again.

After receiving the telegram, the driver went downstairs, and Fang Buwei heard the voice of the concierge and the driver talking again, and the driver seemed to come out.

Then the driver kept walking, and when he arrived at the bun shop, there was a guy greeting him.

When I arrived at the steamed bun shop, the driver didn't say anything except for asking for something, listening to the movement inside, people next to people, not ordinary noise, Fang Buwei didn't think that he would put the location of the joint in such a complicated place.

OK!

Seeing that the location of the red dot was very close to him, Fang Buwei stopped the rickshaw, followed the red dot to find the direction, and found the steamed bun shop.

At the door were two large oil drums converted into stoves, and the fire was burning so vigorously that it reached the edge of the pot. There are many layers of steamers on top of the two cauldrons, which are constantly steaming out.

There are people coming in and out non-stop, and the business of the bun shop is very good.

Fang Buwei really wanted to go in and have a look, but looking at the clothes of the guests who came in and out, he dispelled the idea again.

None of them wore as coolies, and it seemed that although it was a steamed bun shop, it was quite classy.

After thinking about it, Fang Buwei still didn't go in.

Lin Zhicheng said that he was completely like a different person, and he was afraid that Chen Xinran would not recognize him. But Fang Buwei also felt that Gao Sizhong's words made sense.

There is no simple one who can be a spy in this era. He didn't dare to guarantee that the driver would recognize him, and it was better not to risk it.

Fang Buwei parked the car on the side of the road and walked to the door. A guy opened the steamer and took the bun out. Smelling the scent of buns, he was really a little hungry.

"Dude, come two!" Fang Buwei shouted.

The guy turned around, looked at Fang Buwei, and then at the rickshaw behind him.

"Isn't it cheap?"

I was underestimated by others.

Fang Buwei took out the pocket of his short coat and took out a few copper plates.

This was all given by the guest just now, and he didn't count it, but when he saw it, it was only two cents.

"Really?" The guy shouted, "Freshly out of the cage with pork filling, do you want it?" ”

Fang Buwei nodded, pulled the brim of his hat, and quickly glanced at the store.

He had a good look, swept around, and found the driver.

The driver sat diagonally opposite the door, and there was a man and a woman sitting opposite, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. While eating, he talked about the short family and should be a couple.

The driver was eating steamed buns, and there was no sign of talking to the two people opposite.

Look at the bun is quite big, one foot is the size of a fist. Fang didn't want two. Seeing that the guy didn't mean to find him money, he knew that a bun would cost a dime.

Your sister, Lao Tzu ran a car and earned two buns?