The next day, the old camel got up early in the morning. He waited anxiously for his new buddy to show up, and waited left and right, and he didn't know how long it took for the new buddy to arrive, and immediately began to devour breakfast.

"Rohan!" The old camel pulled a chair, sat down across from him, and spoke.

"Well, I'm here," replied the Rohat, "what's the matter?" Don't ask me to do anything until I'm done eating. That's not good for your place, you don't have enough time to eat. ”

"You can talk while you eat, right?" The old camel said this in his mouth, but deep down in his heart he was scolding this guy for being too good at eating.

"Yes, you can. It's more comfortable for me to talk while eating," Luo Han said, taking a big bite of the steamed bun. "Where's Erniang?"

"No," said the old camel, "I sent her and another little lady out into the street this morning, and I want to speak to you alone." ”

"Oh." Rohan said, "You should tell her to make some buns first." Hmm, let's talk about it. ”

It didn't seem to be overly concerned that something would hinder his appetite, and he had clearly wanted to do something when he sat down.

"You did a good job yesterday," said the old camel, "and you opened the first day with six big boys." Collecting a doll tax will make you rich. ”

"Don't forget, there are also three pots and a kettle." Rohan said loudly.

"I can't forget, I can't forget. You're a fucking genius. ”

"I think it's pretty good for a novice," said Rohan, "and I took the pot off the drying rod, and the pot stood outside a tavern. I thought to myself, it's going to rust or catch a cold when it's raining, you know, oh? Hahaha! ”

The old camel pretended to be very happy, and Luohan laughed, and after a few big bites, he took the first piece of butter bread and began to deal with the second one.

The old camel leaned down to the table and said, "Do something for me, and you need to be very careful in it." ”

"I say," replied Rohat, "don't take my own chances, or send me to any court of yours." That kind of thing is not suitable for me, it is not appropriate, I will tell you first. ”

"There is no danger at all—not even the smallest danger," said the old camel, "is it just a game of hide and seek with a woman." ”

"Is it an old woman?" Rohan asked.

"Young." The old camel replied.

"It's my forte, I've got it." Rohan said, "Why should I keep an eye on her? Do you want to-"

"I don't have to do anything, just tell me where she went, who she met, what she said if possible. If it's on the street, remember that street, and if it's a family, remember that family, and bring me everything you hear. ”

"How much do you pay me?" Rohan put down his glass, his eyes fixed on his employer.

"As long as you do a good job, I'll pay you a big ocean." The old camel said, hoping to attract as much interest as possible to him. "In order to do something that doesn't have much oil and water, I've never given this number."

"Who is she?" Rohan asked.

"Our people."

"Oh yo." Luo Han wrinkled his nose and exclaimed, "You are suspicious of her, aren't you?" ”

"She's made some new friends, my dear, and I have to figure out who they are." The old camel replied.

"Understood," said the Arhat, "purely to get to know them, to see if they are decent people, huh?" Hahaha! ”

"I knew you would." When the old camel saw that his plan had succeeded, he was so happy that he could not help screaming.

"Of course, of course," replied Rohan, "where is she?" Where can I wait for her? Where do I have to go? ”

"Listen to me about those things. I will give her to you in due course," said the old camel, "and you will be ready, and I will take care of the rest." ”

That night, and on the evening of the second and third days, the spy sat at home, his boots on, and all his coachman's clothes, waiting for the old camel to give the order to go out at once. Six nights passed—six long and difficult nights—and every night the old camel came back with a look of despair on his face, saying that the time had not yet come. On the seventh night, he came back early, and his face was full of unconcealed ecstasy. It was Sunday.

"She came out tonight," said the old camel, "it must be the same errand, and it cannot be wrong." She was alone all day, and the man she feared would not come back before dawn. Follow me. Fast! ”

Without saying a word, Luo Han pulled his legs and left, because the old camel was in a state of extreme excitement, and even he was infected. The two tiptoed out of the residence, hurried through a large intricate area of alleys, and finally came to the door of an inn, which Rohan recognized, this was the inn where he had first spent one night in Conch City.

It was past eleven o'clock, and the doors were closed. The old camel whistled softly, and the door slowly opened, and they quietly entered, and the door closed behind them again.

The old camel and the young shopkeeper who opened the door for them didn't even dare to speak in a low voice, and after a few mute words, they pointed to the piece of glass to Luo Han, and gestured for him to climb up and see the man in the next room.

"Isn't that the woman?" He asked, his voice almost as soft as breathing.

The old camel nodded yes.

"I can't see her face clearly," Rohan whispered, "she buried her head, and the candle was behind her. ”

"Stay still." The old camel whispered and made a gesture, and the man withdrew. In the blink of an eye, the young man went into the next room, and under the guise of cutting the candles, moved the candle to the desired position, and accosted the girl, deliberately drawing her face up.

"Now I see her." The spy shouted.

"See clearly?"

"I know her out of a thousand."

The door opened, and the girl came out, and he hurried down. The old camel dragged him behind a small partition with a curtain, and the two men held their breath, and the girl walked a few steps from their hiding place, and went out through the door through which they had entered.

"Shh The young man opened the door and exclaimed, "It's time." ”

The arhat exchanged glances with the old camel and rushed out.

"To the left," the lad whispered, "turn left and walk across the road." ”

He did so, and by the street lamp he recognized the figure of the girl who had gone some distance. Rohan kept walking across the street as close as he thought he could to be cautious, so that it would be easier to observe her movements. The girl looked back nervously, and then stopped once to let the two men who were closely behind her walk over. It seemed that she was cheering herself on as she walked, and her steps became more steady and firm. The bag had kept her at such a distance, keeping his eyes on her and following her to the appointment.

When the church bell struck eleven o'clock, two figures appeared on the clear water bridge. A woman walked in front of her, looking around eagerly, as if looking for some desired target. The figure of the other man was sneaky, trying to walk under the darkest shadow along the way, he adjusted his pace from time to time, keeping a certain distance from the woman, and he stopped when the woman stopped, and the woman continued to walk He also secretly moved forward, but even if he followed hard, he would never rush to the front of her.

In this way, they came to the banks of the Hai River. Then the woman was visibly disappointed, for she searched in a hurry, but did not see the person she was looking for among the passers-by, and turned and walked back.

It was a very sudden movement, but the person who was watching her did not make a mistake, and dodged into a four-way place on the top of the pier, and climbed over the railing to hide more tightly. He listened as the woman walked down the pavement from the other side. The woman walked to the front, and it was about the same distance as before, and he slipped out silently and followed again.

Almost in the middle of the bridge, the woman stopped. The man also stopped.

The night was dark, and the stars and moon were dull. The weather was bad all day, and there were no people coming and going here and now. Even if there is, it is also a hurried walk, whether it is to the woman or the man who is firmly staring at her, it is likely that he did not even look at it, and even if he did, he definitely did not pay attention to it. A few poor men from London happened to pass by the bridge that night, intending to find a cold archway or a dilapidated house with a wide open door to live in, and the appearance of this man and woman did not attract their obnoxious gaze.

The two stood there in silence, not accosting any passers-by, and no one else talking to them.

A layer of fog hung over the river, and the red lights lit by the boats moored at the various piers became darker, and the gloomy and chaotic buildings on the shore became more and more dim and hazy. Some of the warehouses on both sides of the river had long been stained with smoke, and they rose from the dense roofs and gables in a dull and melancholy manner, frowning coldly at the water, and the black water could not even reflect their thick and ugly appearance.

In the darkness, the bell tower and spire of the church are faintly visible, still guarding the historic bridge like a giant spirit.

The girl walked up and down nervously—the man who had been watching her closely—and the heavy bells of the church rang to announce the end of another day.

Midnight has fallen in this densely populated city, hotels, prisons, madhouses, into these dormitories where life and death, health and disease are shared, and the stiff and cold faces of corpses and children sleep peacefully and sweetly.

Less than two minutes after twelve o'clock, a young girl, accompanied by a gentleman with gray sideburns, got out of a cab, sent it away, and walked straight to the bridge. As soon as they stepped onto the road, the girl was startled and immediately rushed forward.

They walked slowly up the bridge, looking around for what seemed to be the least chance of being realized, when the two of them suddenly came together with their new companion. With an abrupt exclamation of exclamation, they stopped, for at that very moment a man dressed as a countryman came up to them—and indeed wiped them.

"Don't be here," said Aju hurriedly, "I'm afraid to talk to you here." Go up - outside the road - to the stone steps below. ”

She said this, gesturing in the direction she wanted them to go, and the countryman glanced back, asked them in a gruff voice why they had occupied the whole sidewalk, and then walked away.

The stone staircase that Miss Azhu was referring to was a stone staircase for getting up and down the boat, and the man who looked like a countryman had arrived at that place unconsciously, and he observed the terrain for a moment, and then began to go down.

When the countryman came to this place, he hurriedly looked around, and there seemed to be no better hiding place in front of him, and the tide had receded, and there was a place to stand. He slipped aside, with his back to the pilasters, and came to his senses: he was sure that they would not go any further, and that he could keep an eye on them even if he could not hear what they were saying.