60. The murder is hidden

Nestled in a mountainous plain with Montserrat to the east, the city is a natural beacon with steep barriers. 200 kilometres to the west is the Ruiz volcano, which erupts after each catastrophe for Bogotá.

When Mo Lei left the hotel, it was evening, and the weather was very good today, under the clear blue sky, the sun shone from the west to the mountain peaks, like gold sprinkled on the emerald green screen, which looked luxurious and mysterious.

At 8 o'clock, the night suddenly fell dark. The streets of Bogotá are crowded with pedestrians, cars moving slowly, horns deafening, street lamps blocked by tall cypress foliage, bright lights dappled through the foliage.

The old man whispered in front of the door; Young couples strolling down the streets; A hot-bodied bachelorette awaits her lover in a tavern; Half-grown children with school bags and loose clothes stand on skateboards and walk through the cars on the road; Street fruit vendors selling all kinds of tropical fruits;

Standing on the side of the street, there are tattooed youths with almost blue upper bodies, staring at passers-by with malicious intent; Someone whispered in the dark alleyway, trading something that would not appear in the sun; Beside the garbage heap, there are people with pinholes in their hands, thin as firewood, and half-lying in the waste, I don't know if they are alive or dead.

The windows of the low, old, old buildings next to the skyscrapers are painted the color of the starry sky; The stone slabs on the steps have green moss.

It is as if time and space alternate here, aging and youth come together, and the past and the future blend with each other.

A picture of peace and violence, a city full of life and death.

Leaving the library, Mo Lei discarded the Nissan on the side of the road. At this time, try to walk around the streets of a foreign country, he has been here for nearly a month, except for the beginning of those few days of 'comfort', the next days are spent in the wind and waves, of course, the days that Tina accompanies are probably the most comfortable and comfortable in the past ten years, since everyone doesn't know what will happen in the future, they will sway and indulge to their heart's content, always hoping that they can leave more memories for each other.

Walking slowly along the streets of the old city in the south, here and the north of the city are two worlds, the road is muddy, there are still many European-style two- and three-story small buildings on both sides, bank and government white-collar workers in suits and naked tattooed upper body youths walking side by side on the road, there are half-grown children who stop running and stare at Mo Lei, an outsider, with no kindness in their eyes, and then quickly run and disappear into the alley. Backpackers come and go, curious about the unfamiliar city.

The weather forecast is meaningless in this city, and as we walk, the originally clear starry sky is dark for a while, and then it begins to drizzle, and the temperature drops suddenly. A few children selling umbrellas suddenly appeared on the street, and someone walked up to Mo Lei, who took out his umbrella from the package and smiled at the child.

Paralodo, the name of that town.

Mo Lei found the route map from Medellín to Puerto López in the library and looked it up carefully. He found that there are a total of 13 small towns near the highway that can open highway restaurants, and there are two named after 4 words, but there is only this one: Paralodo, its traffic and geographical location are the most suitable, and it is also a military stronghold that looks good both offensive and defensive from the map.

He walked to the Fourth Street, halfway between the Museum of Colonial Art and the Collogne Bolshoi Theater. A few dozen meters into the street, under a small three-story building with a yellow exterior wall, an elderly guitarist in an old-fashioned three-piece suit sat under a banyan tree, with a yellow top hat facing up at his feet, the old man played a cheerful tune with his eyes closed, and there was a fine rain on his forehead and the tip of his nose, but he didn't care, intoxicated in his own world.

Diagonally opposite the small yellow building, a ditch crossed the slope, and on the other side of the ditch were two connected green buildings, a small garden on the first floor, a women's motorcycle on the lawn, and a corridor and a thick wooden door on the three steps away. There is a tall fence at the door, the iron railing is also painted green, the second floor is a row of 4 windows, through the glass you can see the golden curtains hanging low, the glass outside is also equipped with iron railings, a bit similar to the anti-theft net in Mo Lei's hometown, but more exquisite, the back of the small building is also a small garden, which is piled up with some wood and a leaky bicycle, and the openwork railing is painted red.

Mo Lei held an umbrella, slowly crossed the small ditch, crossed the green building, he didn't look sideways, but he knew that this place was the place where he needed to come over at night to get his documents, he couldn't just come so rashly, in an unfamiliar environment, careful investigation in advance is a good professional habit.

The two simplely dressed women passed by Mo Lei, and Mo Lei silently remembered each other's clothes and walking posture in his heart.

The weather in Bogotá changes quickly in general with a woman's temper, and the light rain will stop after ten minutes of falling, and although Bogotá is not far from the Chinese residential area, the weather is diametrically opposite, for example, after the light rain, there is a chill in the air, and the wet roads will not dry until at least the next day.

Mo Lei walked around the area, probably keeping the surrounding environment in mind, knowing where to snipe and ambush, so he left this small street, and within a few kilometers, found a café with extremely simple decoration, ordered a pot of black coffee and sipped it as a refreshing thing, while planning his next plan in his heart.

At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Lei wandered the streets of the North District for a while, and after ten minutes, he sat in a dark gray Ford Focus, and drove the car to the Locado District, that is, near the place where he was going to pick up the goods at night.

In the car with dark gray glass film, Mo Lei's hat brim was lowered, and his eyes with gold wire frames could not see his expression clearly, so he slowly drove the car through this street, and then stopped in a dark place at the end, he knew that there were many gangs in the vicinity, and it would be safer for the car to park here and walk around here.

It's good to put the car on the side of the road, and Mo Lei didn't get out of the car after turning off the engine, but just closed quietly in the car to recuperate. He didn't know how, he felt that danger was around him, and it shouldn't be so easy to pass tonight, but he couldn't guess whether it was the danger brought by the woman named Zora, or something else, but that professional sensitivity suddenly manifested itself in his comfort today.

At one forty o'clock, his mobile phone still didn't ring, Mo Lei's heart was frizzy, he forced down his uneasiness, and just continued to put the phone on his lap, but he knew that he should receive a call soon, so he took out Glock 17 and put it in his hand, took out a rudimentary homemade muffler from the bag in the passenger seat, and screwed it on the muzzle, when he did these actions, the phone on his leg vibrate.

He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and he pressed the call button, and a slightly hoarse voice came from Zora.

"Mr. Liu."

"Hmm."

"You go to the Locado district, turn right at the mouth of the fourth alley, there is a perfume advertisement at the mouth of the alley, you turn right and go uphill, 200 meters later there is a building painted green on the right, the building opposite is yellow, you come and take what you need."

"Okay, 15 minutes."

Hanging up the phone, Mo Lei still sat in the car for 5 minutes, then started the car, reversed at the alley, and drove along the uneven lane.

The sky was dark, and it seemed that a torrential rain was brewing, so Mo Lei parked at the corner of the street 200 meters away from his destination, stuck his pistol at his waist, and zipped up his jacket. The street lights on the street were particularly bright, a few thugs were smoking cigarettes on the street, watching the man with a hat and a package walking out of the car with a provocative gaze, Mo Lei passed in front of them indifferently, and looked up at them inadvertently, his eyes were crazy and bloodthirsty, and the provocative gangster was startled.

She shouldn't have chosen to deliver here, but, this kind of thing, it is inconvenient for her to bring it up, lest she misunderstand that she has ulterior motives, probably she really regards Gail as a friend, and even her nest is willing to let this stranger know.

Mo Lei walked under the tree where the old man who played the guitar at night, a gray Buick Regal that is common on the streets of Bogotá was parked next to the big tree, the black windows were so closed that it was impossible to see the movement inside, and the car was covered with fallen leaves and stains washed by the rain, and it stopped for at least three or four hours.

There was a window in the small yellow building that was still lit, and the window was open, and a woman's voice came from inside. A stray dog was lying listlessly in front of the car, seemingly hungry for many days, and at the moment was tormented by the sound of the upstairs and couldn't sleep, snorting in its nose, and if it could speak, it would probably be cursing.

On the sidewalk, a homeless man covered with a piece of sackcloth, curled up next to the flower bed and had fallen asleep, muttering in his dreams, probably feeling a little chill in his sleep, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the sackcloth towards the upper body.

Mo Lei walked to the iron gate of the green building and stood for a few seconds, the curtains on the first floor were only closed on the light veil on the inside, the light was weak, and through the curtains on the second floor, the light from a window leaked out from the edge of the curtain. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed, the iron gate made an ugly 'squeak' sound, which spread far away in the night, Mo Lei quickly stopped, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the bar of the iron gate and lifted it up and opened it again, and the iron gate opened quietly.

Moving the handle of the gun on his waist, Mo Lei walked through the short path, walked up the steps of the third floor, walked to the wooden door of the corridor, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door four times.