Duchamp withdrew the spider and forced himself to leave with composure, his fingers in his trouser pockets, trembling slightly.

"Cassius must be informed of this immediately." He thought to himself.

At this time, there is no mobile phone, and there is not even a landline that can be used, which is the most maddening thing. Take the bus back to Kaslai and come back?

Or do you want to dig deeper while the iron is hot?

Duchamp thought of a safe solution.

He went to the post office, bought a postcard and sent it to the guerrilla branch in the 11th block of Kaslai, the capital of the republic.

Then, he mailed a small package out with the address that read, "Astir, 3rd Floor, Oriental Apartment, 11th Block, Kasley".

"This should be double safe." He thought.

He subconsciously looked at the calendar, today is August 16th, and the letter should be able to arrive in two days.

It was already noon, he put on his fishing rod, went to the dock, unlocked the boat, and rowed to the fish house in the south of the city.

From the river behind the Fish House, something is clear at a glance, and under the waterfront attic in the backyard of the Fish House, there is a road that leads to a private pier in the shade of the trees by the river.

Duchamp hesitated for a long time, but rowed the boat toward the shore, lowered the spider to the shore, and let it climb hard to the trees by the dock and wait for its chance. Having given the order to be free and hidden, Duchamp rowed his boat and found a narrow and secluded bay deep in the waterway, and began to catch fish.

Until it got dark, the councillor's boat did not appear. Duchamp had no choice but to find a tidal flat, wearing a straw hat and a robe, squatting in the grass and taking a nap.

The most unbearable thing is that it is raining again! The rain was pouring down endlessly, wetting every tree and grass, and every inch of land, and the humidity slowly penetrated Duchamp's shoes and trouser legs, making him feel slimy all over, if it wasn't for the breakthrough of the martial realm, in such an environment, he would have to catch a cold.

In the middle of the night, Duchamp was woken up by the sound of a spider.

A larger ship came up from the small dock, and a group of people came down, opened the door of a warehouse facing the dock, and loaded the ship with all sorts of things.

Duchamp suddenly realized.

No wonder he didn't find any clues in the city, it turned out that the warehouse for replenishing supplies was here in Yufu.

Duchamp gave the spider the order to locate and track down a bag of flour.

After a while, the spider and the boat, in black and black, went further south. Duchamp looked at the rainy day, gritted his teeth, took out three sticks of incense, inserted them under a big tree near the secret pier, prayed to the Bodhisattva, rowed a small boat, and chased after him.

Theoretically, in an open ground, the distance at which the signal receiver receives the sound from the spider is 3 kilometers, while the effective transmission distance of the video is only 2 kilometers. However, if there is a wall or other interfering signal in the middle, this distance will be greatly reduced, becoming hundreds of meters.

If, on the other hand, the transmission of continuous sound signals were completely abandoned, and only positioning signals were sent at regular intervals, then a motor boat could be tracked with a small wooden boat, as Duchamp did now.

Duchamp believed that their lair would not be more than 20 kilometers away from here, and the distance of the positioning signal was 10 kilometers, and now with the ship in front of them unabashedly moving in one direction, in this case, the possibility of chasing them is extremely small.

He struggled to swipe in the direction of the signal, using the radar system to outline the spider's positioning signal as he did so, so as not to get lost when he returned. For his own safety, he simultaneously released the functions of the radar system and the "watch".

Doing so is risky. But Duchamp had already figured out that as soon as he had located the anchorage of the ship in the distance, he would leave in the dark. Spiders are very small and will hide themselves, making them very unlikely.

That way, he just had to wait for Cassius to arrive, or take an earlier bus to Kaslai, and the matter would be resolved.

Thinking that he, an earth otaku, could actually do this step, Duchamp couldn't help but be enthusiastic.

"Be cautious, be cautious." He reminded himself. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but praise the wet rain.

On such a rainy day, whether it is a person or a device, his observation ability must be next level, so that the probability of him being found is smaller.

Further on, this river can no longer be called a river, and it is full of reeds and aquatic plants on both sides, as well as endless forks in the road. Sometimes it seems that there is no way ahead, but when you get to the front, you find that the waterway is still extending.

He tried to catch up for half an hour, and the accident happened suddenly.

The signal of the spider in front is broken.

"Could it be that the spider has been discovered?" Duchamp was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body.

He tried his best to calm himself, and soon thought of another possibility: the distance between the two ships was more than 10 kilometers.

"If you don't turn on the lights at night, and it's such a complicated river section, how dare this little iron boat drive so fast!" Duchamp thought through gritted teeth.

He turned on the receiver, which showed that the last signal point was about 5 kilometers away.

What's going on, is there something there blocking the signal?

Duchamp looked at the dark night and finally felt something called fear. Turn away, or move on.

If you go, will there be such a dark day tonight, if the little spider is really accidentally stepped on, will there be traces in the future for people to continue to trace.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally prayed in a low voice: "The goddess of heaven, the loli, the royal sister, the princess, and the tsundere sister on the earth, please give me good luck." When he had finished praying, he picked a reed leaf from the side of the boat, closed his eyes, and threw it into the water.

After a while, he opened his eyes and saw that the sharp tips of the reed leaves were pointing in the direction of the front.

Duchamp looked at the reed leaves in the water and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, why don't you go backwards, I actually want to retreat." After that, he scolded fiercely: "What are you afraid of, you have to be a way to escape." He gritted his teeth and chased after him.

There was a large area of reeds in front, which seemed to cover the water surface tightly, Duchamp had already experienced, and did not hesitate to row towards the reeds, and sure enough, it was just a barrier, turning from one side, the river channel in front gradually widened, and gradually formed a wide body of water.

Looking closely, this is already the end of this river, forming a small gourd lake, and in the center of the gourd lake, there is a small island.

Duchamp stopped at the mouth of the gourd, looked at the terrain inside, smiled proudly, and said in his heart:

"Grandma's, it's not here, it's still where. I want the master to go in, but the master doesn't go in, so I turn back here, and I'll bring someone to kill the girl tomorrow. ”

He deftly turned the boat around, and was about to turn back the way it came.

Suddenly, a group of red dots appeared on the map and swooped down on him. Duchamp was so frightened that he fled as fast as he could, like a windmill. I regretted it in my heart: "I was careless, and I don't want to think about whose territory this is, how can I be defenseless." Although there is no one in this water, there are demonic beasts! ”