Xiao Zaiming was still giving Fang Buwei an idea, and when he heard movement outside, Fang Buwei knew that it was Fang Shiqi.

Listening to the voice, Fang Shiqi was going to prepare to go back.

"It's so late, you can stay here, why do you want to go back overnight?" Fang Buwei asked.

"Xinran's family is a guest after all, how can there be a reason to leave a guest at home, but the host will not return all night?" Fang Shiqi replied.

It was indeed true, but Fang Buwei suspected that Fang Shiqi had other plans.

Fang Buwei glanced at Fang Shiqi carefully, seeing that he was a little lonely, thinking that he had not recovered from the blow yet.

Fang Buwei was not in a hurry, he believed that his father would contact his superiors tomorrow at the latest.

The news of the activities of the secret service in Hong Kong City is also extremely important, and Fang Shiqi will definitely report it to his superiors.

"It's late at night, it's not safe on the road, I'll send you there!" Fang Buwei said.

Fang Shiqi nodded.

Chen Xin went to bed early in the family to avoid waking them up, and Fang's mother specially told the father and son to be quieter.

After going upstairs, Fang's mother arranged the room for Fang Buwei, and Fang Buwei still wanted to chat with his father again, but Fang Shiqi didn't have this mind. Just absentmindedly said a few words, and then went back to his own residence.

Fang Buwei lived next door to his parents, and when his mother helped him clean up, he said a few more words, and after he went back, Fang Shiqi had already slept.

Fang Buwei estimated, with his own presence, Fang Shiqi must be a little scruples, and he didn't dare to go out in the middle of the night to connect with his superiors.

As soon as it was dawn, Fang Buwei rolled out of bed, went out of the yard, and moved his hands and feet at the door.

But he didn't expect that someone was earlier than him.

Chen Xinran came back from outside.

There is also a middle-aged woman beside her, looking at the dress, she should be the mother-in-law of the family.

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

I was finally able to say a few words to Chen Xinran.

"Went to sell vegetables?" Fang Buwei glanced at the two cloth pockets in the nanny's hand.

"Went to the market!" Chen Xinran curled the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were full of smiles.

He could guess that the reason why Fang Buwei got up so early must have been waiting for him.

Knowing that this was the prospective aunt, the nanny said hello and went in with her things first.

"How's the injury?" Fang Buwei asked.

"I went to check it once two days ago, and the doctor said it was no big deal!"

"I've wronged you!"

"What grievances can I have?" Chen Xinran said with concern, "It's you, you must be careful......"

Among all of them, only Chen Xinran and Xiao are clearly aware of what industry they are not doing.

"Rest assured ......"

Fang Buwei was a little distracted, glanced left and right, and saw that there was no one in the way. Rolling his eyes, he shot like lightning, and grabbed Chen Xinran's hand.

Chen Xinran struggled twice and didn't break free, rolled her beautiful big eyes, and glared at him: "At the door......

"Rest assured, no one will see ......"

Before Fang Buwei's words fell, a cough came from upstairs.

Chen Xinran withdrew his hand with a "whoosh", and his whole face seemed to be coated with rouge.

"I'm going back!" Chen Xinran cautiously glanced at the window on the second floor and ran into the courtyard as if he were fleeing.

Fang is not a cold sweat.

When did this old man move to the window and walk without sound?

I didn't hear it at all.

Fang Buwei took a deep breath, turned around, and greeted Father Chen, who was standing in front of the window:

"Uncle ...... early"

"Hmm!" Father Chen responded, "I see that you don't practice like a showman, you have a bit of a famous style, who did you learn from?" ”

Fang Buwei bared his teeth.

This old man is afraid that he came over when he just went out, and he is spying on himself......

Before the two of them could say a few words, there was movement in the courtyard again, and Fang Shiqi went out neatly dressed.

"You're so early?" Fang Buwei asked.

"Every day, this time ......," Fang Shiqi glanced at Fang Buwei with a complicated expression.

The complexion is not bad, it seems that after a night, the heart has been unraveled a lot.

Fang Buwei already had an idea in his heart, and if Father Chen was still there, Fang Buwei naturally wouldn't ask him how he was thinking about it.

"Okay, be careful on your way......"

As he spoke, a bugging device and tracker were thrown on Fang Shiqi's body by Fang Buwei.

I usually feel distressed when I use it, but when it comes to this, I can't take care of it at all.

Waiting for Fang Shiqi to go out, Old Man Chen left through the window, Fang Buwei went back to the room, simply cleaned up, and went out.

Looking at the location, Fang Shiqi was not very far away from him. Fang didn't repeat the old trick, and ten minutes later, a rickshaw followed behind Fang Shiqi.

Fang Shiqi had been walking, and after more than half an hour, when he was about to arrive at the pharmacy, he slowed down and walked into a steamed bun shop on the side of the street.

Fang Buwei stopped at the corner of the street and waited patiently.

Fang Shiqi did go in for breakfast, and in the middle, he didn't say a word except for asking for things and settling the bill.

Half an hour later, Fang Shiqi got out of the bun shop and began to wander around the street again.

So idle?

Fang Buwei picked up the rickshaw and followed far behind.

Fang Shiqi has been going around all the time, hiding in the corner of the wall or something like that, from time to time to check if anyone is following him.

Fang Buwei has a cheat, so he doesn't have to worry that Fang Shiqi will find out.

Seeing that Fang Shiqi bought a newspaper and stood on the street corner and read it for a while, he walked faster.

Fang Buwei followed Fang Shiqi to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy is not far away, just over a mile away from the street just now.

The business of the pharmacy was good, and when Fang Shiqi entered, there were already several patients waiting there.

When Fang Shiqi began to inquire, Fang Buwei didn't see anything abnormal.

It seems that the problem is still on the street just now.

He walked around the street for more than an hour, and he was so sneaky that he couldn't be idle.

Fang Buwei pulled the broken rickshaw, as if he was looking for something, and walked along the road that Fang Shiqi had walked.

Where Fang Shiqi had bought cigarettes, in the shop where he had breakfast, and even on the street corner where he had polished his shoes, Fang Buwei had carefully observed them all, and he didn't see anything wrong.

When Fang Buwei walked to the corner where Fang Shiqi had bought the newspaper, he finally found the problem.

At the corner of the street, next to the wall, there is a wooden telephone pole with a bright red mark on it.

Fang Buwei stopped, leaned the rickshaw against the corner, pretended to rest, and squatted down.

Although there were many pedestrians around, Fang Buwei didn't see anything unusual.

While people were not paying attention, Fang Buwei quickly scratched the mark with his nails.

The imprint is clearly freshly drawn.

He put his finger under his nose again and sniffed it.

There is a faint smell of sulfur, it is cinnabar!

Fang Buwei closed his eyes and recalled.

At that time, when Fang Shiqi was passing by here, a newsboy happened to pass by. He bought a newspaper and leaned against a telephone pole to read it for a while before leaving.

The imprint should have been left at that time.

Fang Buwei tugged at the corners of his mouth and showed a hint of a smile.

This should be the code for Fang Shiqi's request to connect with his superiors.

Fang Buwei pulled the rickshaw a little farther away, parked in a spacious place, and began to repair the rickshaw.

There were people coming and going on the street, and Fang Buwei didn't have that much ability, so he could tell which one came to see this secret mark.

He was protecting the secret mark from being ruined by a bear child or a passerby.