It's the weekend, so it would be a shame not to get around.

Back at his residence, Duchamp changed into a decent dress, put on a raincoat, and walked leisurely in the drizzle, as if he was taking a walk, but in fact he was looking to see if there were any special big people in the local area.

As he walked past the mayor's mansion, he stretched out his head to see that the mayor's luxury car was not in the courtyard. I remember when I went out in the morning, the mayor's car was in the yard.

Duchamp walked around several high-end places in the city, but still couldn't find the mayor's car. He simply went home, changed his bike and went out.

Duchamp rode his bicycle towards the upscale fish house on the outskirts of the south. After entering Yufu, he looked into the parking lot, and the mayor's car was here, and there was a car with a capital license plate parked next to it. Looking at this situation, it seems that there are distinguished guests.

Business at the restaurant seems to be doing well today, and the front yard is full. But the mayor doesn't sit in such a place. There is a pavilion with a great view in the backyard, which is where the high-end guests are entertained. Duchamp walked past the front yard and glanced quietly into the backyard, where the door was closed and there was a yellow dot behind it.

"It's really troublesome, and there's a bodyguard behind the door!" Duchamp laughed, and he casually released a small squirrel, which jumped over the courtyard wall, aimed at a tree in the courtyard, climbed up, and hid in the branch of the tree, staring at the attic.

"Brother should be renamed James Bond!" Duchamp thought with a smug face. This squirrel, a tree-climbing and moving sound amplifier, has a receiver in Duchamp's arms, and through headphones, he can conveniently hear the sound while doing other things without risking his own radar.

Through several encounters and battles, he already knows how the player system works, that is, the ability to materialize the control of people's mental power, and it is a very dangerous thing to amplify the radar function, and when he encounters a master of mental power, he will be detected and may be counterattacked. Under normal circumstances, Duchamp tried his best to ensure that his mental power fluctuated like that of an ordinary person, and from time to time released some false information to disguise it.

At this time, the small building was full of flattery.

"The Republican Party's vote in Angorian this time is wrapped up in my head." The mayor's impassioned voice rang out.

"The central region must guarantee 75% of the vote, and in the north, it is difficult for the National Front to shake the power, and the central region is the key for our party." Another majestic voice said.

"Of course, there are so many things going on in the local area this year, and the citizens want to have a president who can soothe the hearts of the people to lead the country, and Mr. Nogginson is the best candidate." Mayor Winterlaw raised his allegiance.

"Didn't the city's councillor, Mr. Monte, join us, and we must have the overwhelming support here." Another voice.

"Hehe, I just think Mr. Notchinson is the most suitable candidate for the presidency, please introduce me to him later." A humble voice said, this is the local councillor Monte.

"As Mr. Nogginson's candidate and a committee member of my party, I would like to thank you for your efforts and support, and the victory in this election will surely be ours." Said in a majestic voice.

Duchamp listened drowsily, and it was another election.

A waiter seemed to notice the idle diner and moved towards Duchamp.

"Would you like to have some, man." Just before the waiter could ask, Duchamp turned around, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and his mouth was full of wine.

"It doesn't matter." The waiter asked.

"No, I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy, just blow a little bit." Duchamp said, spinning his pace.

The waiter turned and left, there are so many such drunks every day.

The tedious conversation went on for a long time. Just after Duchamp had poured two mouthfuls of wine into his mouth in a depressed manner, he finally heard the final words of farewell.

"It's rare to come here, so let me be the east, and have a little after-dinner show after dinner, please visit my private house." Monte said.

"No, there's been a lot of business lately, and we're going to rush to the next constituency early tomorrow morning." The majestic voice excused itself.

"Oh, in that case, would it seem like a rush, let alone just a little stay there for the night as your place to stay?"

"Wouldn't that be too disturbing, not to mention that the mayor has already booked a room in a local hotel for us."

"There are no good hotels in the local area, and this is my first contact with a dignitary of the party, so it is really sad to be rejected in this way, Mayor Winterlaw, will you not give me the opportunity to be the host?" Congressman Monte seemed insistent.

The mayor came out to play a round: "Since Councillor Monte said so, I can't compete with you for this host." The villa of the Monte Councillor is also a local attraction. ”

"In that case, I'll bother you a lot." Considering that the new parliamentarian still had to be wooed, the election agent did not insist anymore and agreed to it.

"My yacht is parked on the edge of the pier below, and I can take the yacht directly to the villa." The councillor said happily.

Dock! Duchamp was stunned, there was still a dock here!

The squirrel was just an impostor, and if you got too close, you would see the flaw, and Duchamp hesitated, and there were already bodyguards who had gone downstairs to inspect the yacht first. Seeing that the guards here were so rigorous, Duchamp was completely dead.

He walked out of the fish farm and watched as the yacht started and soon disappeared in a certain direction of the river.

After a while, the mayor's limousine and other vehicles took the lead, and other local politicians also left.

Duchamp rode his bicycle slowly toward the city in the twilight, pondering whether the clue would be useful as he went.

As an important stronghold, it is impossible for the Order to not buy a single dignitary in this place, which is a point that Duchamp firmly believes, and it is also the reason why he insists on keeping an eye on all kinds of valuable dignitaries here. Although there were two guerrillas stationed in the area, the guerrillas generally did not stalk politicians in any way, so he did not even tell Cassius about the arrival.

The behavior of the councillor today may be just an ordinary flattery, or maybe it is to go to that place!

Thinking of the last possibility, he suddenly remembered that the councillor was in the city, and there was only a simple apartment-style house, so where did his yacht park on weekdays? That villa?

Duchamp suddenly understood why the professor was so obsessed with manipulating other people's subconscious, and how convenient it was to dig up the information he wanted from other people's brains at any time when he needed it.

He glanced at the sky, it was the night dark and the wind was high, and the weather was the most suitable for killing people and goods.