169. No book is written without coincidence

Mexico City, 9 a.m.

The San Rafael Boulevard, halfway between the Estadio de México and the Plaza de la Republique, is still full of traffic, and the adjacent Avenida de la Reforma is jammed with motorcycles, bicycles, buses, and sedans, and horns blaring everywhere. The policemen directing traffic were running around, sweating profusely. Pedestrians are in a hurry, and their faces are full of impatience. The entrance of the church of San Hipólito was full of cars, and people dragged their families to pray for God's blessing or forgiveness, looking pious and dazed.

Mo Lei walked slowly from the Governor's Museum along the path of the Central Boulevard Garden towards the art museum, and at 6:30 a.m., he finally ended the hunt, but unfortunately the prey thought he was the prey, and in the end Mo Lei did not get alive, but the guy who appeared for the second time also died under the gun.

From the Kunsthalle's road exit, one block west is the Palace of Ituld and the National Art Museum, and one block south is the Latin American Tower. This stretch of road is crisscrossed by pedestrians, and especially on weekends, the "craft market" is customary in the central square of the cultural district, where artisans from all over Mexico sell beautiful handicrafts: turquoise jewelry, obsidian statues of Aztec gods, copper plates printed with the Mayan calendar, and more. On weekends and two days, the area is often full of tourists, and it is a great place to hide.

The day after he arrived in Mexico City, Mo Lei chose four such places to open a house, leaving enough cash for a week's stay, and each place was stocked with daily necessities, cheap but practical clothing, costume props, weapons, and so on. The common denominator of these places is that they only accept cash, regardless of your identification, and no one bothers you to come back and leave. After returning from the western hillside in the early hours of the morning and making sure that no one was following him, he rushed to the nearest house, rested for an hour, changed his clothes and dyed his hair black, and prepared his next plan again.

Walking along the street for 30 minutes, Mo Lei kept stopping and turning back, carefully observing every suspicious person behind and in front of him, and when he found nothing, he walked to the intersection near Syntagma Square, where he bought a prepaid phone, and then got on the bus and unpacked the box and threw it away. But the bus was too slow, and when he arrived at the first stop, Mo Lei got off again and changed to walking, talking on the phone while walking.

His first call was to Zhou Rui, and the weakness of Warcraft returned to normal from a few days ago, ridiculing Mo Lei if he had no intention of leaving after meeting Tina, how could Mo Lei let Warcraft tease? Naturally, he asked Lotas to answer the phone, and Zhou Rui quickly changed his words and asked Mo Lei about his situation. Mo Lei said a few words about Volks, and as for the chase in the hills and the three fires in the early morning, he hung up the phone without mentioning it.

Dial the number that contacted Wang Yuwei, the phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up, this number is dedicated to Wang Yuwei and Mo Lei, when the first "hey" ended, Mo Lei did not answer, he was very strange, why would someone else answer the phone?

Immediately after that, Wang Yuwei's voice sounded in the phone, and he cursed in a low voice, meaning why are you helping me answer the phone or something. Then there was silence on the phone, probably Wang Yuwei took the phone and walked to a quiet corner.

"Brother Lei. I'm sorry, it was Geng Yun just now, my package was on his back. ”

"What's the situation?" Mo Lei's mind was spinning. How could you carry a package so early in the morning? The background sound on the phone just now was empty and silent, not like it was indoors, nor like it was in a somewhat noisy Chinese community.

"Brother Coyote had an accident, he was attacked at about 11 o'clock last night, and then in the process of being pursued, he fell down the river under the cliff not far from the plantation and died unknown, until now, Geng Yun and He Yibo are also looking for a few well-connected policemen, and I also participated in the search, as well as Charles." Wang Yuwei is cool-headed and speaks clearly. He didn't think about what Mo Lei would think and do after hearing it, but quickly explained the facts to Mo Lei, and let Mo Lei make a decision.

"Okay, I see, you guys stay safe."

After asking a few specific questions, location, and drop time, Mo Lei hung up the phone and continued to walk forward a few steps, and found that he had arrived at the square at the entrance of the Supreme Court.

He found an empty place to sit down, and suddenly his hands trembled, his stomach turned upside down, and his throat felt like he had been stuffed with a foreign body, and he had to open his mouth wide ......, open his mouth wide and ......, and inhale desperately .......

The pain in his head was intense, he held his head with both hands, and strongly held back the feeling of nausea and vomiting, but the pain in his abdomen was like a punch, making him curl up like a big prawn.

Aardwolf!

I don't know if I live or die.

Mo Lei had been to that place and knew the height of the cliff and the craggy rocks on the cliff wall. If the coyote falls, even if it doesn't die, it has to cut off its hands and feet, and then falls into that crocodile-infested river, is there any chance of survival? There are also guards on the other side of the armed elements who grow marijuana, even if the coyotes survive, will there be a way to survive in the hands of that group?

The feeling of vomiting became more and more intense, Mo Lei couldn't help it, threw himself into the trash can next to the road, and vomited out the only little thing in his stomach, at that moment he knew that his face must be pale and weak, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which were mixed with the tears from the vomiting and fell into the vomit.

The soldiers clenched the handle of their guns vigilantly, and on the seat, a white-haired, sturdy old man stood up and walked over, first stood beside Mo Lei and looked at it for a few seconds, and asked with concern, "Child, are you hangover?" Why should you rest at home, why do you run out? ”

Mo Lei glanced up at the old man, his eyes were red, and his eyes were wooden and ruthless. The old man's eyes showed horror, and he took a half step back. But he looked at the soldiers who were about to come over, and quickly added, "The drunkard will be arrested here, you have to leave quickly." ”

Bowing gratefully to the old man, Mo Lei faintly saw out of the corner of his eyes that several middle-aged people dressed as ordinary people surrounded him from both sides of the square, with a bitter smile on his face, and told the old man softly, "I'm not drunk, I have a little stomach problem, and I suddenly had a seizure, thank you, old man." ”

The old man waved his hand and said in a low voice, "It's okay, you have a bad stomach, you should go to the hospital to see, I see that you are a tourist, right?" Get out of here. ”

"I'll go." Mo Lei straightened up and wiped his mouth with the hem of his sleeve.

It's not that he's afraid of being searched, he didn't have a weapon on him today, and his documents are not flawed. It's just that the background of the person on the certificate can't stand scrutiny, because he hasn't memorized it carefully.

Aardwolf!

His head was still rattling, like ten thousand flies were flying in his ears.

When he raised his legs and was about to leave, Mo Lei found that it was too late. A total of five middle-aged men dressed in ordinary clothes and with ordinary facial features outflanked them, and the soldiers next to the military vehicle also raised the originally drooping barrel of the gun flat. One of the middle-aged men walked the fastest, only about ten meters away from Mo Lei, and Mo Lei saw the eyes hidden in his beard and thick curly hair, like a cheetah ready to go.

I can't turn away either, and if I turn around now, I'm afraid I'll be the first joke protagonist to be shot dead in the Supreme Court Square because of vomiting and nervousness. Mo Lei simply attached himself to the trash can, vomited again until he vomited bitter water, raised his flushed face, wiped his tears and the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the middle-aged man standing beside him, and squeezed out a smile.

"You need to talk to us, young man."

The middle-aged man first lit up the documents in his hand, and then hung his hands at his side very casually, and his body was only half a meter away from Mo Lei. Mo Lei didn't see what was written on the document, but he noticed the other party's hand, the nails were very neatly trimmed, the palms were very thick, and the ten fingers were slender, which didn't look like a very powerful appearance. The middle-aged man wears gray linen pants, light gray casual shoes, a dark brown jacket over a yellow T-shirt, and a tousled beard that covers half of his face. His eyes were black, with long and narrow corners of the eyes, and his eyes were deep and distant. He didn't carry a weapon, but Mo Lei felt threatened.

"Sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Mo Lei took a half-step backward with his left leg imperceptibly, one hand on the edge of the trash can, and his expression was dazed. When Mo Lei vomited again, the old man had already retreated, but he was still looking at the direction of Mo Lei's side, looking helpless.

Aardwolf!

The chest is tight, the body seems to explode, and the adrenaline rushes like a tide. Mo Lei desperately needed to fight, destroy, and vent, his limbs were so swollen that he seemed to be a little disobedient.

Four other men also took a step forward, one of them facing the younger guy with his right hand behind him.

"You should ask him for his papers first." The old man shouted from the sidelines, dancing and excited.

"We'll see." The middle-aged man standing beside Mo Lei continued to stare at Mo Lei, but he still replied to the old man, regardless of whether the old man heard it or not. "How? Accept our invitation or not? ”

A red beetle rushed out of the parking lot on the side of the square, turned sharply right on the empty square street, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a piercing scream, and quickly rushed past the place where Mo Lei and the others were standing, and the sound of sudden braking was even sharper than just now, the exhaust pipe was emitting smoke, and the beetle quickly drove backwards and back.

Mo Lei, whose whole body was tense, suddenly relaxed.

The window of the Beetle opened, and the delicate and dazzling face flashed in the window, and a female voice shouted, her voice full of surprise, "Wow, Zhou, are you here to pick me up?" ”

Then the driver's door opened, and Monica, who was wearing a white long skirt and white flat shoes, jumped out of the car, almost rushed over, jumped into Mo Lei's arms, and kissed Mo Lei's face a few times with her crimson lips, her lips exuded heat, and then let go of Mo Lei, holding his face with both hands.

"Oh my God, you're so nice to me, are you here to pick me up?"

"Ahem......!" The man next to them coughed lightly, "Monica, is this your boyfriend?" How do I not recognize? ”

"Oh my god, Uncle Marlowe, I'm sorry I didn't see you."

Hearing this voice, Monica seemed to have just seen the man called "Marlowe", turned around, and looked surprised, but one hand was still holding Mo Lei's hand tightly.

"It's okay." Marlowe's voice was very deep, and although there was suspicion in the eyes of looking at Monica, there was a hint of warmth.

"Uncle Marlowe, this is Zhou, Zhou Yangfan. Zhou, this is my uncle's good friend, Marlowe, who works in the government. After Monica's introduction, without waiting for the two sides to greet each other, she quickly grabbed Mo Lei's arm, her eyes were full of tenderness, "I said I only need to come over for a while, you don't have to come over to pick me up, dear." Let's go, let's go back. ”

"He's really your boyfriend, huh? Does your father know? Marlowe was about to take a step forward when Monica finished her introduction, but was interrupted by Monica, a little embarrassed.

"My father doesn't care about me falling in love, he only cares about whether I'm happy or not." Monica raised her hand and shook it at Marlowe, made a flying kiss motion, then took Mo Lei's hand, twisted her waist and walked towards the Beetle. Mo Lei smiled bitterly at Marlowe and apologized, and followed Monica to the car.

The attentive Monica gently squeezed Mo Lei's hand and sat in the passenger seat by herself. Mo Lei went around to the driver's seat and pulled the car door, got on and started the car and left.

Behind them, Marlowe had already raised his hand to stop the other four colleagues from preparing to forcibly arrest them. He glanced at the departing car, turned his head to look at the old man who was talking to Mo Lei just now, and nodded.

"Come here, tell me, what's going on with that guy?"

"Sir, it's just a young man with a bit of a stomach problem." The old man walked up to Marlowe's neighborhood and spread his hands disappreciatively.

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