29. Trailing

The sun is blazing.

In this season, the climate in the mountains is a bit casual, a mountain has four seasons, ten miles of different days, this end of the sun is like fire, the other end of the heavy rain is majestic.

When it rains in the morning, the chill soaks into the bones, the noon sun guarantees that people have to go out with an umbrella, and rubber-soled shoes are very popular here, after all, stepping on the steaming ground is soft and comfortable, and the heavy rain will not soak the soles of the shoes and walk cooing.

The county seat is located in the valley, the planning is very large, there are only hundreds of thousands of people living in the place where hundreds of thousands of people can live, the county seat is still a little loose and deserted, a big river spanning more than 2,000 meters in the middle, the river surface is as horizontal as a mirror, like a dark green satin dividing the city in half.

But as a county, there should be: supermarkets, hotels, nightclubs, bars, hospitals, schools, and even tourist attractions, although the people who can travel here should be people who are big enough to accommodate a piece of the sky, and naturally there are not many, but this is also one of the government's plans, they probably want - there will always be people who plan well, and where will there be opportunities to make money if they don't plan.

Most of this residential area is apartments, and the small houses with detached families are concentrated in another area, of course, the so-called poor and rich areas. Each apartment has about 6-8 floors, and the neighbors are indifferent and have no intersection, which is also, after all, it is very difficult to live in itself, where can there be so much friendship to talk about.

In the past few days, there has been a person living in, and no one asks where this guy came from, after all, his own affairs are annoying enough, and he has nothing to do to eat and drink after work to beat his wife and beat his wife.

At this moment, it is already 7 o'clock in the afternoon, and the afterglow of the sun is still there, but it is time for everyone to dinner, the man staggered downstairs from the apartment on the 5th floor, he has been here for 6 days, he seems to be very interested in food, he never eats two meals in a row in the same house, and he has visited the nearby streets and alleys of the snack bars, and he will buy some food to come back to eat.

Just look at his image and know that he loves food.

The cumbersome big belly, the dirty T-shirt on the upper body of the upper body was swollen, the belt was tightly buckled, but it could only be tied under the lower abdomen, the two giant legs didn't know how he was tucked into the narrow trouser legs, the gray-white unkempt hair was full of beard, and he couldn't tell what kind of race he was, his eyebrows were black and thick, and there was a smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat on his body, and with a strong body odor, it was impossible to approach.

Now, for example, he staggered downstairs, seemed to be a little sluggish to look downstairs left and right, and after choosing a direction, he continued to staggered towards that side, and when someone looked at him on the street, he would find that his eyes were dull and could not seem to focus, and when he ordered food with the waiter, he spoke in English, and his voice was high and sharp, and his language was rapid, so that people could not understand where he was from.

He walked into an alley diagonally opposite the small building, the signature dish of this house is pork skin tortillas and chicken and vegetable soup, he came to eat once, after all, he has almost walked around the streets and alleys around here, this one is a place that can satisfy his taste.

There were a few customers sitting here and there in the snack bar, and he walked in and glanced at it with misty eyes, and he was sweating profusely after a few steps.

Sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his head down, he put his left hand under the table, wiped the sweat on his head with his right hand, and the waiter handed him the menu with a frown, and left in a hurry after writing the menu with a frown.

This man stinks!

Swallowing the food into his stomach in two or two strokes, the man burped unsatisfactorily, reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out a small stack of small denominations of cash, according to the amount on the service order, dipped his fingers in spit, carefully counted them one by one and put them on the table, left a tip, and then stood up and staggered away again.

As he walked out of the shop and across the street, a polite customer walked up to the counter and asked the fat elephant-like proprietress inside.

"This person is the guest you said he only came once, right?"

"Yes." The fat woman doesn't lift her head.

"In other words, you know almost everyone around here?" Sven asked in a skeptical tone.

The fat woman looked down and played with her thick fingers, disdainful to answer the question.

"Chick, I think your nail polish is beautiful."

Another rugged voice rang out, and a lean young man with short shaved hair got up from his seat and walked to the front of the counter, except that he had a roll of money in his hand, "I think you need to have a beautiful bracelet on your wrist to bring out your temperament." ”

The fat woman looked up at the young man playfully and took the bill.

"Yes, this guest, out of nowhere, has never been here before, the first time was the day before yesterday, it should be a foreigner, after coming, all the food stalls here have been eaten, today came to us, it is the second time, he can eat, anyway, I saw him buy a big bag of food on the street and go back. I learned that he lived on the fifth floor of No. 77 opposite, 506. I can see that you are also outsiders, so you are not here to seek revenge, right? ”

The young man smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Little girl, your vision is very sharp, we are all outsiders, but it's not to seek revenge, it's to collect debts." ”

With his hands behind his back, he made a motion, and a stout man in a worker's uniform in the corner on the other side got up and left the snack bar, and after standing on the side of the street, he hurried across the street and walked downstairs where the fat man had disappeared.

Behind him, a medium-sized man with golden-eyed eyes also walked out, and he walked to the upper floor opposite the fat man.

Then, the short-haired man and Sven man also walked out of the snack bar, and the two hurried away towards the other side of the street.

The fat man climbed up to the fifth floor panting, sweat all over his face like droplets, but strangely his clothes were not wet with sweat. He scrambled to his door, stretched out his right hand against the wall as if he was tired, rested for a while, then took the key from his pocket, approached the keyhole and opened it.

After that, his movements became cautious and gentle, and since the door was pushed open to the right, he cautiously raised his left hand, reached inside the door and pounded it for a second, then pushed the door open, walked slowly into the room, and then slowly turned back and closed the door.

The moment he closed the door, his sluggish movements suddenly became swift and agile, and he crouched down and carefully pulled a thin thread from the wall next to the door frame, the other end of which was tied to a cheap ring and stuck into a black slimy object glued to the wall.

The black slimy objects, connected in a row from one side of the door frame to the living room, are connected by a thin thread.

He carefully and slowly tightened the thin thread, buckled the other end on the doorknob, turned on the light in the living room, and then turned around and walked into the bedroom, a cat fell on top of him from the bed, he hugged the cat and patted it on the back, the cat 'meowed' and enjoyed it.

After a while, he put the cat on the bed, and in three or two strokes, he ripped off his clothes, revealing a neatly tied gray cloth on his abdomen, which was a small sheet, and after he tore off the sheet, he took out a pillow from his abdomen, and half of the handle of the knife was exposed on the pillow, revealing his sweaty dark and strong chest, and a bandage was wrapped around his left arm.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the pair of pants he was wearing, picked up a towel from the bedside to wipe the sweat off his body, and pulled off his beard by the way, revealing an ordinary face, but his originally dull eyes became sharp.

He lifted the quilt and looked at it, and in the quilt was a big dog that was tied up tightly, lying on the pillow and falling asleep, salivating at the corners of his mouth, which he fed the dog with medicine.

I'm sorry! He patted the big dog.

Finding a new set of clothes to put on, and changing into a pair of light shoes, he pulled out the dagger with which the pillow was a scabbard, carefully tied it at the ankle, and walked to the window, and looked down carefully, and under the window edge was a black lump attached to the glass frame, with a thin line attaching it to the glass frame.

Behind the building is a large abandoned vacant lot, there are some wastes piled up in the clearing, there are no street lights in the alley downstairs, and there are piles of household garbage, but it is also vaguely obvious that a medium-sized male seems to be rummaging on the ground looking for some garbage, perhaps he has lost something very important.

He went to the window of the living room and looked down, it was almost 8 o'clock, the street lamps were lit one by one, and across the road, a large man in a worker's uniform was squatting on the side of the road and smoking.

It's like business as usual.

But it is full of dangers.

It's finally here, and here are the professionals.

He remembered that blond hair, that handsome face, what was it called? Smith?

Damn, foreigners who don't want to say their real names call themselves Smith.

What a shame.

He walked into the bathroom, pushed open the small window, and across from the building next door.