The silence of the drone, as if secretly sleeping during class, was suddenly woken up by the blackboard eraser, and before I had time to come back to my senses, I heard the teacher ask the question "Drone classmates, please answer the teacher's question just now" The student's reaction will be.

I was the first to break the silence and deliberately said with a sense of questioning his abilities: "You can't be unaware, do you?" ”

"How so?" He didn't feel indignant when he said this, he felt like he was beaten on the knee with a hammer, and he spit out this sentence without even reacting, and after he finished speaking, he laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

"Even you?"

"Yes, even I—in fact, I've tried to gather information about the sheepskin killer, but he's so wicked, running around the city in sheep's clothing, and somehow there's no second eyewitness." His tone was filled with rancid wonder.

"That's a bit of a problem." I began to wonder if I should replace a living sacrifice with a drone that also knew its whereabouts - no, wanted. Well, it's all the same thing for me.

But he said first, "But I know who knows." ”

"You say."

"'Adam.'" He said.

"I haven't heard of this man."

"Of course you haven't heard of it, he's an underground tipster who debuted in this year, and you haven't moved for a year."

"So, is he reliable?" I asked.

"At least the information he sells is relatively credible." "But there are also some not-so-good rumors about him." ”

"You mean?"

He pauses for two or three seconds, then whispers in the same tone that leans close to your ear, lowers his voice, and whispers, "I heard that he once betrayed his partner. ”

*

I finally decided to get in touch with that "Adam" first.

I hate people who betray their partners, but first of all, what the drone says is nothing more than hearsay, and the jury is inconclusive; Secondly, I don't want to be a partner with that Adam, but just to make a deal, to buy and sell information; Finally, when I heard the drone's complaint about the sheepskin killer, I revisited the description of the sheepskin killer on the public security bureau's wanted page, and I already knew how he could avoid the eyes and ears of the crowd, thus raising the importance of him by a level.

Maybe that's what I really need.

According to the unwritten rules of the Black Zone of Beaver City, the drone did not directly give me Adam's contact information, but he contacted Adam first, and then Adam decided whether to contact me or not.

It didn't take long for my "work phone" to receive an unknown call. I got through.

"Hello." There was a very obvious mechanical mixture from the other side of the phone, and it seemed that he was a guy who valued the secrecy of his real identity.

"You're Adam." I say in the affirmative.

"Yes." Adam's tone is as unsubjective as the sound he makes when he vigorously rubs a plastic bag, "Who are you?" ”

"Didn't the drone tell you?"

"Nope."

"That means you don't need to know who I am." I said bluntly, while thinking: it seems that the drone is not going to give away the news that I am alive for free to my companions for the time being.

"I see." Adam seems familiar with this anonymous buying and selling model.

I got to the point first, "You know where the sheepskin killer is, right?" ”

"Yes."

"You make an offer."

"Before the offer, out of work ethic—" he said formulaically, but when I heard the word "work ethic," I couldn't help but laugh silently, not because of the bad rumors about Adam as a person, but because the words came out of the Black Zone and sounded like the suits and leather shoes worn by people who were engaged in the business of forcing good people to prostitute themselves, and there was a lot of black humor.

Naturally, he wouldn't know what was going on in my mind at this moment, and even if he did, he wouldn't take it to heart, so he just kept talking, "—I need to warn you that the sheepskin killer is most likely a psyker. This reminder is given to you for free, and while I don't know why you're looking for the Sheepskin Killer, don't be angry with me when the time comes. ”

His subtext is: If you're not a psyker, don't take the sheepskin killer seriously.

If ordinary people are "fists", then psionics are "bullets".

Bullets can do a lot of things, they can smash fists, they can build countries, and if they are used to kill an ordinary person like "a magazine copy editor who broke into the secret trade of criminals", it is no problem, and no one will think that there is anything wrong with it.

But I didn't say, "It's horrible!" Sorry for the deal cancellation", rather, this is still in my expectation.

"You can rest assured."

"Well, my quote is ......," Adam made a clear offer that I could accept, adding, "Considering that you are an anonymous customer, I need you to transfer the transaction amount to my bank account first, and then I will send the collated information to your designated web mailbox in electronic file format, the time difference will not be more than an hour, is that okay?" ”

I said yes, and gave him a random Internet email number that I had registered before.

*

When Adam sent the information, it was already dark outside the window, as if there was a black fog outside.

I made myself an instant cup of coffee and reviewed the contents of the documentation.

The intelligence collected by Adam can be divided into three parts: the first part is the information that Adam did not know how to obtain from the public security bureau, which is the result of a large number of on-site investigation information and large-scale investigations, as well as the psychological profile report of the sheepskin killer written by criminal psychology experts, which is detailed and professional; The second part is the information that can only be obtained by the personnel who are mixed in the black zone of Beaver City, mixed with a lot of gossip and rumors that are not known to be true or false, although the value is far less than the first part, but it also has precious reference significance; The third part is Adam's own on-the-spot investigation and reasoning, in which he combines the clues he has invested, combined with all the information at hand, to list several locations where the Sheepskin Killer may appear in the coming week.

One of the most likely places to be seen is the Old Town, also known as the "First District", which has a "small street off the beaten track".

After reading it, I was a little surprised, this Adam seemed to have an unusual importance for the sheepskin killer, and a normal underground informant would not be so attentive to a serial murderer, just as a doctor in the dental department of a key hospital would not spend an entire day on a single tooth decay.

Could it be that his real identity is an insider of the Public Security Bureau? Because he is actually the eyeliner arranged by the Public Security Bureau in the Black Zone, so he betrayed his partner in the Black Zone?

Anyway, I decided to suppress my curiosity and act first.

In order to cooperate with this operation, I need to do a cross-dress.

I took a gardening shovel from my home, took a bus to a park two and a half kilometers from my home, dug up a black metal cane wrapped in cloth and a black backpack in a large sealed bag under a certain tree, and then went into the public toilet not far away, took out the backpack from the cubicle, and opened it.

The backpack contained spare clothes and shoes, as well as a few disguise tools – "disguise tools", most of which were just cheap cosmetics.

Transfiguration is also a technique I have learned in the past, and although I can't claim to be a master, it's enough to make people unrecognizable as I am.

I dressed myself up as an ordinary young man who was about to go hiking, and immediately hid his changed clothes, eye mask, ordinary walking stick, and gardening shovel and walked out of the park.

*

There is a limit to the disguise, no matter how much I hide my physical features, I can't hide the disability of my right arm and left foot, and decorating my blind right eye with colored contact lenses is the limit.

In other words, if a professional were to investigate me, then my true identity would surely end up on a measly long list of suspects.

But even then, I had to bite the bullet.

The place where I was in the second district, which could be reached by bus, and it was about nine o'clock in the evening when I came to the "little street off the beaten track" that was highlighted in the intelligence.

I wonder if the sheepskin killer is also interested in a disabled person like me? It would be a lot easier to fish him out with me as bait, but if I were him, I would be wary at night when I saw a disabled person of unknown origin standing under a street lamp and didn't know who he was waiting for.

I had to hide myself in the shadows of a nearby alley and watch the streets.

Half an hour later, I saw a man in sheep's clothing appear on the street.