150. Inexplicable tracking

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Colorful clouds stretch across the sky like ribbons, and the setting sun turns the city golden. The weather forecast says that today's temperatures will be as high as 21 degrees Celsius and as low as 12 degrees, and a light jacket will be needed to keep warm.

As he passed by the University of Mexico in Molores, he stood across the street and saw the huge murals on the façade of the building, which echoed the modern architecture of cubes and glass prisms. Young students chatter and laugh as they enter and exit the doorway, and several cheekbirds make graceful arcs from the air.

That's where Tina went to school.

And that Sanchez, who looks innocent but has a fierce light.

It's just that Mo Lei didn't expect that Tina's background was so complicated. Ghana, Carlos. Ghana, an entrepreneur as famous as Vaux, turned out to be a big drug lord and arms dealer in the Mexican police database. Mo Lei didn't know what kind of way Garner used to hide his daughter, this kind of hero, his own ideas are so easy that ordinary people can't agree.

It's just that he suddenly felt distressed, I'm afraid that Tina, who was worried about his father's difficult business and planned to study to help his father, was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

I wonder how she's doing?

It's like the plot of a bloody movie!

Take the trail across the National Gallery and onto Avenue de la Reform. Mo Lei originally planned to go north and take a trip to the National Monument, but everything entangled in his mind made him really lose his mood.

Tang Jian's brother decrypted the USB flash drive, but the cracked files were except for some Will. Turan's memorandum, several contracts, and a strange formula, a delivery address. Of course, the dead ghost Will also has a habit of taking selfies, and there are more than a dozen videos in it, all of which he filmed frantically with underage girls.

This guy is innocent of death, and even if he whips the corpse, it is difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

There is a delivery date on the previous end of the delivery address, which has long since passed. There is no obvious evidence of the contents of the contract pointing to Will. What Turan or Volks' did. However, there is a brief record in the memo, which is about the "template" and "Kovalenko", Kovalenko is a personal name, Russian, according to Tang Jian, he was and is an out-and-out bastard.

So, what is this "template" about? And this formula is a heavenly book, a large string of numbers addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, who knows what it is. Mo Lei and Tang Jian's brother, a genius hacker, stared at each other for a long time, what Morse code, Hill code, Quartet password, and Poleife password were all used, and they couldn't guess what it was. Mo Lei also knows the affine code, but it is a letter to a letter, if it is really a affine code, unless it is Will. Turan jumped out of the coffin and explained.

Did he remember the words of the 'rescuers' who had come out of nowhere last time on the plantation in the "Park Zone" of the Medellín Kuth Mountains, on the night when he thought he was going to die, and they came for this USB stick? For which piece of information is in the USB flash drive? Is it an inexplicable 'template' and a mysterious 'Kovalenko'? Or is it for this long list of formulas? Vaux's painstaking pursuit of himself must not only be because of the turf and revenge, but also because it is inseparable from this USB flash drive.

In a mess in his mind, Mo Lei walked a few hundred meters south along Reform Avenue, the tall palm trees on both sides swayed in the breeze, and the streets were very deserted, but the air was still full of pungent smells, even if the sprinkler truck was dusting back and forth, it was useless. SWAs were parked on the side of the road, heavily armed SWAT officers looking at the crowd indifferently, their fingers in tactical gloves resting on the trigger frame of an automatic rifle. On the huge billboard, the girl's red lips are like fire, sexy and enchanting.

Crossing the road and turning right, Mo Lei turned to the road leading to the central station under the watchful eyes of the police. The road is relatively densely populated, with shops on both sides of the road, street performers dancing, tourists holding cameras to take pictures on the periphery of the artists, a young man with a smile on his face is secretly opening a tourist's backpack and pulling out his wallet, and two and a half older children are rushing into the alley with a new camera in their hands. The skillful young man looked at Mo Lei, and his smile quickly changed into a fierce appearance, Mo Lei looked away, but then saw a guy dressed as a hippie who was looking down and groping for a drunk, probably because he found nothing, and the hippie scolded and left.

Some of them miss their hometown, the 24-hour snack bar in that quiet and peaceful town, and the neighborhood leaders who speak loudly but have a kind heart.

Along the way, Mo Lei saw all kinds of strange things: a group of people fought because the pepper was not spicy; Two poisonous insects beat their heads and bleed for half a bottle of mineral water; A man sits at the mouth of an alley with pinholes in his hands and mutters to himself, and several motorcycles are arguing with each other because they are carrying passengers.

A beggar will not be jealous of those who are above him, but will only be jealous of his peers who ask for more food than him. This sentence was said casually after seeing two groups of people fighting in a group after having dinner with Sanchez yesterday, and Sanchez understood the situation. Mo Lei felt that this guy was simply a philosopher.

Mo Lei, who is alone, walks alone on the street, and some people stare at Mo Lei with unkind eyes, but he doesn't look at people most of the time, once he really wants to look at people, his eyes look like he looks at people like dead people and turns his head sideways. He wondered what he would do if it was a coyote. Will it rush over and start doing it right away? Ten years ago, the coyote was indeed like this, like a bucket of explosives that ignited a little bit, and ten years later, the coyote seems to have changed completely. In the church that day, Mo Lei was shocked by the coyote's words.

Walking through the Cultural Square, walking along Greenwich Street towards the Revolutionary Memorial Hall, the street was crowded with people and tourists, Mo Lei saw from the shop glass on his side, and a figure in blue clothing appeared on the side of the car on the side of the road, somewhat deliberately avoiding the figure. Mo Lei walked into the store casually and walked around, and when he walked out again, the figure was gone.

He paused for a few seconds at the door, then turned back to Greenwich Street, walked slowly in the opposite direction, and bought a disposable prepaid mobile phone at a stall, tore off the box and stuffed it into a trash can on the side of the road, and put it in his pocket.

When the figure reappeared, Mo Lei had already walked to Buenaves Station. This station has long been closed, but the taxi parking lot at the exit is still parked with blue and white taxis, several short and stout drivers laughed very obscenely together, the target they talked about was the young girls who passed by just now, seeing Mo Lei passing by with a bag, the drivers just glanced at it and continued the topic just now. And Mo Lei saw the blue dress flash again from the mirror of the barber shop on the side of the road.

Caught up?

Tightening the package on his back, Mo Lei bought a magazine from the newsstand next to him, looked down and flipped through it, rolled it in a circle and grabbed it in his hand. Mo Lei didn't feel sorry for the loss of the weapon that day, but he realized the preciousness of that thing when he needed it.

A red Volkswagen Beetle drove past Mo Lei, and after driving dozens of meters, the Beetle stopped, and actually reversed in place to Mo Lei's position, the passenger seat window opened, and a female voice shouted, "Zhou ......, Zhou Yangfan." ”

Looking at the car window in surprise, Mo Lei saw the girl in the driver's seat, who turned out to be the hot girl he met at airport security, Monica! He remembered the girl's name on the badge. But Mo Lei just looked at it and didn't answer, so he straightened up and walked forward.

Monica was in a hurry, and while driving the car slowly, she shouted, "Hey, Zhou, I'm Monica, Monica from the airport, do you remember me?" ”

The blue figure reappeared across the road, and Mo Lei saw it clearly, it was a short-haired man with ordinary facial features and blue overalls as if he had just returned from work at a construction site. He walked slowly with his head down, his eyes looking straight ahead, his expression extremely tired.

Monica pulled the car very close to the edge of the road and drove slowly, probably on fire. After all, he existed like a goddess in the pile of men, and this Chinese surnamed Zhou actually pretended not to know himself. But she didn't know that Mo Lei was smiling bitterly - not to ignore you, but to hurt you when he got into your car.

"Hey, you really don't remember me? I'm Monica. The spicy and enthusiastic Mexican girl didn't plan to let him go like this, the beetle suddenly traveled more than ten meters, Monica pulled over the car, jumped out of the car and rushed to Mo Lei, she looked at Mo Lei's eyes, and suddenly tied the golden hair that was originally draped on her shoulders to the top of her head with one hand as if she remembered something, and her blue eyes were full of smiles, looking at Mo Lei.

"I was like this that day, and I am like this today, so you don't know each other, do you? Do you think we Mexicans are all the same? Zhou, the scar on your face hasn't gone away. ”

"Oh, you're Monica. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it. Mo Lei nodded helplessly, looking suddenly realized. He knew that even if he didn't talk to this girl now, if the man in blue on the other side really followed him, he wouldn't let go of Monica's clue, and instead of that, it was better to tell this girl to pay attention to safety later.

Monica laughed, her blue eyes narrowing into slits, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. She reached out and patted Mo Lei on the shoulder, "It's okay, but you're very strange, there are beautiful women talking to you on the street, you should be happy, why don't you ignore people?" ”

"I don't believe pie falls from the sky." Mo Lei shrugged, teasing with Monica, looking at the opposite side out of the corner of his eye, the man in blue was blocked by the shadow of the tree, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Bale from the sky?" Monica froze, figured it out, and laughed again.

Mo Lei looked at the girl in front of him, she was different from Tina, Tina had a moderate figure, slightly brown skin, and eyes that seemed to be a deep pool of dark green. And Monica, on the other hand, is tall, sturdy, sexy, hot, and has eyes like an ocean. A dark gray skirt was tightly wrapped around the curvy body, and she was one centimeter taller than Mo Lei in high heels.

"Let's go, where are you going? I'll send you. Monica reached out and grabbed Mo Lei's arm and pulled it to the side of the car.

Mo Lei didn't refuse, and walked straight to the side of the car before asking, "What if we go in different directions." ”

"I'm not going to work anyway, let's get in the car." Monica opened the driver's door, looked at Mo Lei standing next to the car, and raised one eyebrow, "What's wrong?" Don't worry, I won't let you invite me to a very expensive dinner, just eat a little at will, and I'll set the place myself. ”

Oh, Mo Lei opened the car door and sat down, he couldn't stand the girl's enthusiasm, but he couldn't leave now. Probably someone will stop the girl's car and arrest her.

"You're not afraid of meeting bad people, aren't you?" After getting into the car, Mo Lei looked at the opposite side, but the blue figure still did not appear. He opened the window, and the smell of the car was so scented that he wanted to sneeze.

"My father said that I see more people every day than many people in their lifetime, which is a bit of an exaggeration, but I think it's true." Monica expertly drove the car into the traffic, weaving through the uncrowded Boulevard de la Reform.

"Your father was a philosopher."

"Oh......." Monica let out a long sigh and smiled sideways at Mo Lei, "When you really see him, you will find that the difference between a cheetah and a cat is not the physique, but the heart. Don't discuss him, Zhou, why did you come to Mexico? ”

"Huh? Why are you so curious? ”

"Because I like you." Monica laughed.

Mo Lei obediently shut up.

The golden city became dark, the tricycles and trees on both sides of the road quickly retreated, and Mo Lei listened to Monica's laughter, a little dazed. It wasn't until the Beetle made a quick left turn that he remembered that he should have told Monica to be careful.

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