229. Unfamiliar address

At 7:30 a.m., Mo Lei dragged his tired body and found a hotel on a small street near the port of Barranquilla. Nomi Street is a vibrant place with extensive roads, numerous restaurants and cafes on the ground floor, and a small bar open 24 hours a day. This area is a favorite place for foreigners, with people of all colors speaking different dialects. No one cares about a tired man looking for a hotel with a backpack on his back.

ordered a breakfast and sent it to the bedroom on the second floor, but when the food was served, Mo Lei had no appetite at all. He tried to find some newspapers or news to read, but found nothing - the TV was full of passionate videos, and the newspaper of the day had not yet arrived.

He ripped off the veil around his neck in the bathroom and examined the wound carefully, and it healed well. After applying the potion once, he lay down on the bed with his clothes, and at first the adrenaline ebbed very slowly, his eyes were extremely sleepy, but his head was very clear. After thinking about it like that, I don't know how long, I fell into a deep sleep, but I also slept unsteadily.

…… The lights were blinding, and a man in a white robe and a mask stood beside him, the metal utensils clanging beside him. The man in the white robe held a syringe in his hand, and his eyes shining outside the mask, "This is poison." He said, "A little is enough, and you'll be fine." ”

…… Gao Bing and Zhou Rui were tied to two adjacent beds, and the two of them were talking and laughing in a low voice, discussing what kind of lethality the 155-millimeter shells would cause. The coyote reclined in front of a huge mirror, cigarette in his mouth, narrow eyes squinted, violent and ferocious, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth......

...... "Either live together or die together." The coyote wielded a scalpel like a bow, the blade slicing into his skin in the light, his movements confident and bold, the sound of the blade stabbing into his muscles was eerie. The coyote cracked its mouth and laughed silently, looking down at the blade that had sunk into the skin, and slowly pulled it out......

"Coyote!" Mo Lei looked at his brother's distorted face, his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror, "Don't! ”

The air was filled with the smell of ethers, and a black mask was fastened to Mo Lei's face, but he found that he did not lose consciousness, but became more alert .......

"Don't be stupid! Aardwolf......! ”

……

Sitting up from the bed sweating profusely, the handle of the gun in his left hand was wet, and the palm was covered with sweat. Mo Lei looked around, the low-hanging curtains did not move at all, blocking the light outside the window. A lonely hiking bag is placed in the corner, accompanied by a floor lamp. The exhaust fan and air conditioner in the bathroom were humming, and the breakfast plate on the bedside table looked greasy when it got cold......

The clock on the wall shows that it is 8:10 a.m.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, his heart was empty, the fatigue of the days made him think like an old car with a small power, he hated this situation very much, he had to dodge the bullets that he didn't know where they would come from, but he enjoyed this situation, and every time he woke up, he declared to the world that he was still alive, he could fight, and he was still fighting.

He continued to lie on the bed with his clothes, trying to get up from a nap, and there was still a lot of work to do. However, when I fell asleep, I fell into endless dreams again.

He groaned and rolled on the bed, but his left hand still clutched the handle of his gun, like a man who had fallen into the deep sea grasping at the only plank, letting go of the waves and not letting go......

When I woke up again, it was 12:40 p.m. Mo Lei raised his head and looked at the environment in a bit of confusion, the curtains were still hanging low, and the noise downstairs was faintly heard. He looked at his watch and sat up from the bed, only to find that he was dizzy and lightheaded, and his mouth was bitter.

Damn it! Feverish!

Mo Lei, who knew his body well, immediately reacted, this was not a problem of not resting well, but a sign of fever.

He struggled to get up, the air conditioner in the room was turned up to 26 degrees after he entered, and he didn't know where he got this problem, and he was almost mean and precise about everything.

When he entered the bathroom, the first thing Mo Lei did was to check his wound through the mirror - fortunately, there were no symptoms of inflammation. He looked at his pale and haggard face in the mirror and grinned to give himself a smile. It's just a small cold, and I can't die, and the top priority is how to contact Cole to find Tina, as for this kind of thing, take one pill normally, take three pills by yourself, and let it hell with the sequelae.

After washing, my mouth is still sticky, and I can feel the heat when I breathe.

Mo Lei moved the round table in the room to the window, opened the inner layer of the curtain, leaving only the white veil, the light poured into the room the moment the curtain opened, and a turtledove parked in the window on the second floor was startled and flew to the opposite telephone pole with flapping wings. Mo Lei raised his hand to cover his eyes, gently tore a crack in the white tulle, looked at the people coming and going downstairs, took a wooden chair to the round table, boiled a pot of boiling water for himself, brewed a cup of instant coffee, and ate the breakfast that had already been cold with hot coffee.

I haven't called Liu Yu for a few days.

It seems that everything in the original has changed its taste, and Grandpa Wu, who paid for the child's treatment, raised some money, and he also gave some through other means, which was already enough. But the original intention has changed, all. Everything has been turned upside down.

Take out your phone from your pocket, place the pistol, dagger, phone, and spare magazine neatly on the table, and carefully adjust their positions so that they have the necessary balance. Mo Lei took this opportunity to calm his inner emotions.

Take off the SIM card in your phone, find the old card and replace it, and skillfully dial the number that you remember when you turn it on.

It was Da Teng's mother who answered the phone, and the old man did this every time, saying countless words of gratitude, until Xiao Yu answered the phone, Mo Lei was more natural - he was talking to the old man, even on the other end of the phone, he was a little at a loss.

What is owed to her is owed to that family. If he had protected Da Teng back then, he would not be in this situation now.

But if Da Teng didn't die, how much better could the situation be?

Mo Lei never thought about this, nor did he want to think about it. It's just that many times he would rather die by himself.

He always wondered how nice it would be if his brothers weren't dead. Get married, have children, grow old, like all ordinary people in the world. Husbands and wives will quarrel, children will fight, and they will run around every day for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

How nice that would be!

During the call, the phone vibrates constantly. After hanging up the phone, Mo Lei looked at the SMS notifications, there should be more than 100. He opened the text message and began to browse, and after deleting two pieces of messy content, he suddenly saw the content from an unfamiliar number.

It looks like an address, with 999 Arabic numerals and a capital T. Mo Lei looked at it for a moment, and suddenly goosebumps poured out all over his body, and the coldness quickly rose from the tail vertebrae along the back to the back of his head.

He dialed back the number and quickly withdrew, his mind racing and his mouth starting to taste bitter again.

Tina!

A woman of her own!

It is certain that this is a distress message from Tina, the address is in Barranquilla, the specific location Mo Lei is not clear, but this is very simple and can be done quickly. The question is, what happened to her? The SMS time was 6:14 a.m. At that time, I was looking for clothes to change out of the bloody one on my body. It's been more than 6 hours, will she still be in her original position? Where did it go?

Cole is dead?

Quickly packed everything on the table, Mo Lei put a stack of cash into his pocket, stuffed his bag under the bed along with a mobile phone given by Gao Bing, went into the bathroom to shave off his beard, put on a wig and fake beard, and pulled out a piece of black cement from the back cover of the watch and stuck it on the wing of his nose. When I came in the morning, the little girl who was in charge of registration downstairs sat in the small window and didn't raise her head, and no one cared if she was dressed as the sun god now.

To the west of Nomi Street is the so-called "Internet Café", a self-proclaimed "Internet café" with a well-lit interior with bright fluorescent lights, a few broken computers on a small Liguang-board table, and a coffee machine with a slimy floor and the smell of tequila floating in the air. Thirty minutes of Internet access, the fee is 2 US dollars, and I don't know where the boss here is so confident.

Type that address into several different search engines, and you'll get the same entry, with a few good descriptions. All I know is that this place is in a mountain range on the outskirts of Barranquilla, and it is full of rocks and very little greenery. The location is close to 24 km from your current location.

Leaving the small Internet café, Mo Lei walked east along Nomi Avenue and finally stopped at the door of a bar that doubled as an inn. I first bought a fever medicine at the pharmacy next door, swallowed three times the dose in one go, then walked into the bar, ordered a glass of water, and sat in front of the bar and looked around.

At this time, there are already customers in the bar. Three pot-bellied, overalls men sit in the corner and sip draught beer. They were already slightly drunk.

On the right-hand side of the door, an old man with gray hair and good spirits, but not of real age, sat at a rough wooden table, on the table was a half-half bottle of bourbon, and his gray jacket was old but clean.

Mo Lei ordered a glass of wine, borrowed paper and pen, turned around and walked towards the gray jacket.

The old man raised his head and looked at the strange visitor in front of him with suspicious eyes.

"Hello!" Mo Lei put the wine glass on the table, pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. "I'm here to investigate, are you interested in making some money for wine?"