167, the informant of the Bull Demon King

Bogotá, 6:30 a.m.

"Bull Demon King" Gao Bingxi is especially happy to observe the city and quietly look at the people in a place. Peeping into what newspapers they read, how they travel, and where they go is a way of finding their own path in the city machine, and also trying to find traces of what they read in books and newspapers in the present.

Church bells rang from everywhere, reminding him that it was Sunday and telling him that Colombia is a traditionally Catholic country

There are very few capitals in the world that are neither close to the sea nor the river, and Bogotá is one of them. Gao Bing has never understood why he chose such a capital with unfavorable transportation in a country bordered by both the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean? Most parts of the country have a climate like Fujian, but Bogotá is the only exception. At 2,600 meters above sea level, it is the third highest capital in the world, bordered by three mountains to the east, and has a perennial temperature of about 14 degrees Celsius. Some people say that this is because the Spanish colonizers tried to take root in South America more than 200 years ago, and found that Bogotá had a climate with few mosquitoes and fertile land, so they settled down, Gao Bing thought, this explanation is the only reason that can be said.

Bogotá's first impression of high-ranking soldiers remains drugs, kidnappings and violence. He knew that in the eighties, Bogotá used to be more dangerous, much like Caracas, the current capital of Venezuela. At that time, wealthy families lived in the relatively safe north, and when they went out to drive, they would never walk on the side of the road or go to the south of the city.

To the south, in the old town of Canladria, home to the presidential palace and a series of government offices, as well as major museums, is still a mess, with uneven roads and garbage. It's the only place you can see visited by a small number of tourists, and it's hard to believe it's the heart of the capital. Hawkers and government bank white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes line the muddy streets. But many people's impression of the South American street scene can only be seen in this neighborhood.

Walking along the old town in the early morning, the road is lined with breakfast food shops, Gao Bing ordered a glass of juice in front of a freshly squeezed orange juice shop, bought a ham bread from the stall next door, and walked slowly along the red brick paved road, eating as he went. A crowd of people walked across from him, and behind him was a bus stop.

Like Mo Lei, Gao Bing also chooses the dilapidated hotels in the city's most old neighborhoods as a base for staying. It is easier to gather intelligence in places where there are three religions and nine streams. In that kind of high-end community and high-end hotel, it is difficult to enter the small circle formed by each other, and the old urban roads are like spider webs, for Gao Bing or Mo Lei, it is the first choice to come and go freely in case of emergency. This is not a professional habit, but it has been passed down from generation to generation by many generations of ancestors.

There were police officers everywhere in the streets, and soldiers stood guard at the gates of government offices. Gao Bing's mobile phone was tucked into the left pocket of his jacket, and he still carried his passport inside. He'll need to cross two blocks before meeting up with a local informant he finds — something that the five-step snake Shi Zhong has arranged. Gao Bing trusted Shi Zhong's plan, after all, when it comes to battlefield actuarials, Shi Zhong is a master of this way.

It was indeed cold in Bogotá in the morning, the fog of the mountains was not far away, and the people who were hurrying through the streets were wearing thick coats, and there were also working women wearing knee-length skirts, and their high heels made a loud "click" when they touched the ground. Children with school bags are waiting on the side of the road in groups, and fruit sellers on tricycles struggle to shuttle through the middle of the road.

Walking to the corner of the first street corner, Gao Bing bought an English version of the "Republic Daily" at a schoolbag stall on the side of the road, and stood on the side of the road carefully searching for the news, not even letting go of the middle seam. He swept past the government on the main page, paying attention to keywords such as Pereira County and Kalka Town, and without seeing what he was looking for, except for a short news piece about the pollution of the water plant, he rolled up the newspaper in a ball, waited for the green light on the other side of the road, and hurried across the street.

While crossing the street, Gao Bing noticed a taxi slowly descending the slope and walking diagonally on the road. On closer inspection, the doors were open and there was no driver in the car. Later, he found a person from the rear running wildly with juice in his hand. It turned out that the driver got out of the car to buy and drink and parked the car directly on the side of the road, and forgot to pull the handbrake, but fortunately, the driver ran very fast and jumped into the taxi to stop the car's self-driving behavior. The person next to him laughed, and Gao Bing couldn't help but smile.

At 7:15 a.m., Gao Bing rang the doorbell of a red rough-stone façade house on Thomas Depp Road, and the door was opened by an elderly woman with a clumsy body, a jacquard scarf draped over her shoulders, a thin brown face with furrows, eyes torn into a slit by drooping skin, and a few strands of white hair falling out of the beanie hat on top of her head hanging down her cheeks. She frowned as she looked at the skinny soldier, her withered face full of worry.

"You look very tired, young man, have you come to my grandson? Come in, I've got a hot coffee here. As he spoke, the old man leaned sideways to open the door and motioned for Gao Bing to hurry in.

Some of the soldiers, who were not accustomed to such enthusiasm, grinned, thanked them, and went inside.

This is one of the most ordinary houses in Bogotá, with a red façade crawling with vines and flowers, rusty copper handles on old wooden doors, and a rough and practical interior. When he entered the door, he saw a one-meter-long corridor in front of him, there was a small kitchen on the left hand door, there were several portraits hanging on the wall on the right, and then he went forward, the stairs leading to the second floor on the right, the living room and dining room in front of him, a few rough wooden seats were placed in the dining room, and the fabric sofa in the living room was gray and fuchsia mixed with a fabric sofa, which looked very comfortable.

Before she could reach the sofa in the living room and sit down, the old woman walked out of the kitchen with short but quick steps, holding a coffee cup in her left hand and a coffee pot in her right hand, looking effortless. She put the coffee cup on the coffee table, poured a full cup before saying to Gao Bing with a smile, "Come, drink a cup of hot coffee in the morning, and you will be refreshed all day." ”

"Thank you."

Gao Bing is grateful from the bottom of his heart, there are still many enthusiastic old people like this in this city. This makes Gao Bing always look forward to tomorrow.

He has always had a close relationship with the coyote and Mo Lei, but he has a very different personality from the coyote, but he is similar to Mo Lei, because both of them believe that there is really beauty in the world.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, the soft sound of sneakers touching the board, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded on the stairs.

"Grandma, guests can't just drink coffee, they should be served with bread, ham, cheese ......."

"Don't worry, I can't hold it with both hands." The old woman winked at Gao Bing with her right eye, her face was full of wrinkles with a smile, and the moment she looked up at the stairs, the warmth and love in her eyes overflowed, "Andre, my baby, I have one for each of you." ”

"No need, grandma." Gao Bing hurriedly stood up, first thanking and then shaking his head in refusal. He told the old man that he had already had breakfast on the way here. Of course, he didn't plan to drink coffee, which was one of Gao Bing's principles.

"Hello Bull Demon King! The five-step snake let me bring it to you. ”

The male who walked down from the upper floor was about the height of Gao Bing, no more than 180 centimeters. But his body was at least one and a half the size of a tall soldier, his shoulders were as thick as a mountain, his bare arms were as strong as rocks, his hair was short, and his facial features and square head made the man look very loyal and honest, making people ignore his tiger-like body and the amazing strength hidden under his body. Wearing a pair of coarse cloth pants and a pair of sneakers, and a short-sleeved T-shirt tightly over his upper body, he stood at the top of the staircase, blocking the light from the hallway window.

What a man.

Gao Bing nodded secretly.

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