As usual, the wind chimes got up early in the morning.

She went to the rat's head and took a large bag, received a piece of nutritious paste, and walked out towards the exit of the scrapyard as she ate.

In the past, during this process, the wind chimes usually walked by with their heads down, and their heads did not turn around, and their eyes only focused on the ground in front of them, and they did not take a second look at the roadside environment at all.

But now, she has made up her mind to leave the recycling station, and along the way, she looks carefully at every place she goes.

'There are five corners in the hallway, and each corner has a light sensor. ’

There's a passage here, and about 10 meters further on, it's where the rat-headed thugs live. ’

'There are two thugs here to guard the door, every ..... It should be rotated every 2 hours or so. ’

And this passage, which leads to the rat's room. ’

Just looking at the past all the way, and at the same time confirming the vague impressions in her memory, by the time the wind chimes reached the ground, she already had a fairly clear understanding of the spatial structure of the waste recycling station.

But that's not enough, it's useless to escape from the recycling station, she still has a tracker on her body, and in order to really escape the rat's head, the tracker must be removed.

The question is, where is this tracker?

Wind chimes walk down the street, absentmindedly picking up waste while checking the clothes on their bodies.

By noon, she had rummaged through every place on her clothes where she could hide something, but she found nothing.

Trackers don't seem to exist at all.

"What's going on? Isn't there a tracker? But three months ago, that guy named Visser ran away and was caught by the rat head in less than 3 hours, how could it be done without a tracker? ”

Wind chimes really can't figure it out.

Could it be some kind of tracking that I don't know anything about?' Or maybe it's some kind of advanced technology, like it's implanted in my body......

As soon as this idea appeared, it was rejected by the wind chimes.

The reason is very simple, the rat head is just a scrap recycling station operator, if you really do this kind of high-tech tracking for every rat cub, then he will definitely go bankrupt.

How much money does a rat cub make by picking up trash every day?

Another reason is that Wind Chime has a very sensitive grasp of her body, and once something is wrong, she can detect it as soon as possible, which is not blind confidence, but a conclusion drawn after many practices from childhood to adulthood.

"The rat head must have been through some other means, and I have to find this method."

While thinking this, Wind Chimes came up with what her instructor had told her during the lesson: "Patience is a very important quality. When your mind is swayed by emotions, don't rush to make any decisions, be patient, time will tell. ”

"I'll watch for a few more days." Wind Chime said secretly in his heart.

Thinking so, Wind Chimes put away his thoughts and began to concentrate on finding the waste products in the city.

Originally, she wanted to fill the big bag given by the rat's head, and it took her to work all day and night, but today, she chose the right path and moved faster, but at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the bag was full.

To the surprise of Wind Chime, she also picked up a broken dagger. The dagger was made of fine steel, the tip of the dagger was broken slightly, and the main body was still there.

The wind chime was not in a hurry to go back, she took the dagger and carefully sharpened it on a diamond wall by the side of an alley, and finally sharpened the tip of the dagger again.

Carefully hiding the dagger inside the jacket, the wind chimes carried a large bag full of waste and walked briskly towards the recycling station.

Despite the delay on the way, by the time she got back to the recycling station, she was still nearly 20 minutes earlier than usual.

In the distance, Wind Chime sees the rat head pushing out of a bar next to the door of the recycling bin, and through the transparent façade of the bar, Wind Chime sees an unusual guy sitting inside.

The reason why this guy is uncommon is not that he dresses, but his temperament.

The waste recycling station is a slum in the space city, where people live with wandering eyes, unable to stop with a mouth, either drinking, swearing, or flirting with people, their clothes are usually not very clean, and they do not pay attention to their own image.

Even if he has a little money in his pocket, such as a rat's head, his clothes are rarely dressed neatly, not to mention his hair, which is messy, making people suspect that he can pull out a bird's egg from it.

And this man, he sat there, didn't talk much, his back was much straighter than the others, his hair and beard had been carefully examined, his eyes were much more focused than the others, although his clothes were not new, but he was dressed quite neatly, and he did not fit in with everything around him.

After the rat head came out of the bar, the man sat for a few more seconds, and then he got up, checked out, and left.

Out of the door, the rat head just walked out less than 10 meters, the two did not talk, but when their eyes met, they obviously paused, and the two knew each other nine times out of ten.

At this moment, countless thoughts passed through Feng Chime's mind: "Do you want to follow and take a look?" Or when you don't see anything? ”

"What if I follow and get discovered? What will the rat head do to me? He has so many fighters and is so strong, I'm not an opponent at all. ”

"Will my leg be broken?"

When he thought about his legs, he remembered the screams he had heard a few months ago, and the sound seemed to still be in his ears, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and even his legs ached faintly.

An indescribable sense of fear appeared in his heart, like a black ghost claw, poking out of the darkness and grabbing the heart of the wind chime.

'Bang~Bang~Bang~' The wind chimes clearly heard their own heartbeat.

"Fear is a mortal emotion, courage is a hero's trait, usually dormant, but when the time comes, it will bloom with a light that makes mortals fearful." Once again, the wind chimes recalled the teachings of the young mentor.

Seeing that the man was about to go around the corner of the street, the wind chimes finally made up their minds.

She immediately turned around and walked back, and a map of the nearby street appeared in her mind, and she glanced at the man again, and then walked into another alley.

She knew that by walking 50 meters down the alley, she would be able to 'bump into' the strange guy from the other direction.

Doing so will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

50 meters is not long, the wind chimes are walking very fast, and when she walked out of the alley, the person just now was exactly 30 meters in front of her.

The guy didn't find the wind chimes, maybe he did, but he didn't take it seriously, he walked straight to the side of a sky blue hovercar, opened the driver's side door, and sat inside.

Wind Chime glanced at the license plate of the sky-blue hovercar, memorized it, and then, casually, walked forward, walked around the corner, and with a twist of footsteps, walked to the scrap recycling station not far away.

On the surface, the wind chimes are no different from usual, but only she knows how intense her heartbeat must have been at that moment just now.

When the wind chimes walked to the door of the recycling bin, her heart rate returned to normal, and the inexplicable fear in her heart quietly faded.

When she entered the recycle bin, she quietly checked the attitude of the people around her all the way, and found that their attitudes, including the rat head, had not changed from before, either ignoring them, smiling lazily at her, or simply ignoring her.

"It doesn't seem to be as difficult as I thought...... Yes, I'm just a scrap picker, a rat cub, who is going to keep an eye on me. ”

Thinking about it like this, Wind Chime's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

As usual, he handed in the waste he had picked up, took a strip of nutritious paste, and after drinking it all, the wind chimes lay down on his floor.

She thought about the license plate again, quietly took out the dagger she had picked up earlier, and carved the license plate on the ground under the floor.

"Tomorrow, I'll check this guy's identity."

Thinking so, the wind chimes lay down again and closed their eyes.

The mentor didn't show up, and although he had expected this result, he was still very disappointed in his heart.

The person who had been with her all these days and taught her countless knowledge was suddenly gone, and a great sense of loneliness suddenly appeared in the heart of Wind Chime.

Obviously, there are a lot of bunks around her, and many of her peers are sleeping on them. Obviously there are 30 million people living in the space city where she lives, but the wind chime feels as if she is walking in the desert.

"Mentor ......."

This night, the wind chimes stayed awake all night.

Early the next morning, the wind chimes got up on time, took a big bag and nutritional paste, and left the waste recycling station, about 2 kilometers away, and the wind chimes plunged into the public communication booth on the side of the street.

The mentor told her that the Earth Federation has a free tracking number, and after dialing, you can query some basic social information, such as the owner of the vehicle, the identity of the owner of the house, the owner of the spaceship, and so on.

Wind Chimes dialed the number step by step, and after a few seconds, a gentle electronic synthesized tone came from the other side of the communication: "Hello, it is a pleasure to serve you, please enter your ID number." ”

The wind chimes have an ID number and are run in a welfare home, but at this time, she doesn't want to report her ID, because this time it will expose her own traces.

She was prepared for this, and she still remembered the ID number of the old director of the welfare home.

After entering the old dean's ID number, a message came from the other side of the communication: "Verification passed, what information do you want to query?" ”

"Help me check the license plate, the license plate number is 。。。。。。。"

After a few seconds, a message returned. The results showed that the owner of the hovercar was named Fei Luo, a sheriff of the public security station, who had worked in the public security station for 15 years, and currently had level 3 clearance, and was the elite backbone of the public security station.

"Combining black and white, it's no wonder that the rat's eyes are so bright."

Wind Chime's heart was cold, the rat head had a relationship with the security station, and the security could control the Sky Eye of the Space City, which meant that as long as she didn't escape from the space city, she would definitely be caught by the rat head.

"What should I do? Getting out of here? But I don't have any money. ”

The wind chimes don't have a penny in their pockets, let alone leave Space City, even if it's impossible to rent a hovercar.

"What to do? What to do? ”

Feng Chime pondered and meditated, and suddenly his heart lit up: "How can a backbone member of a security station be mixed with a person like a rat head...... It must be because of interests, by the way, this guy must have taken bribes. This guy is just an operator, and it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand, if I find evidence of his bribery and report it to the Inspectorate, then this guy will definitely be dismissed, and then the rat's head will be blind......."

Thinking along this vein, Wind Chime's thinking became clearer and clearer: "There must be evidence in the rat's room, I have to find a chance to sneak in......"

For the sake of freedom, in order to see his mentor again, Wind Chime decided to take another risk.