Fang Bingqing didn't leave immediately after clearing the door, but quietly slipped into the cloakroom he had passed by when he came just now.

When I came out again, I was already wearing ripped pants, a men's baseball uniform, short yellow hair covering my head, and a dark blue cap.

If she lowered her head and let the brim of her hat cover her pretty face, she would really resemble a boy.

It's just that the body is a little thinner.

The unexpected situation is sure to make the fans restless, and the resulting chaos should prevent those people from meeting each other.

However, when it was all right, she now had less than five minutes left.

Fang Bingqing took out his mobile phone and put it in his inner pocket, and then casually threw the satchel in an inconspicuous corner.

Then he walked briskly in the most likely direction.

It should be too late.

Fang Bingqing estimated the time in his heart.

There is a public restroom due south, and some people will come by during this intermission.

The police will also be aware of the peculiarities of this point in time, so they will not be more strict about the people who come here.

If it was Fang Bingqing, she would choose to use it as her preferred trading point.

With less crowds, things will be done more naturally.

The point is, it's also less dangerous.

In the process of leaving the backstage, there will always be some busy staff members along the way.

Fang Bingqing didn't know when he had an extra walkie-talkie in his hand, and a work card was hung around his neck.

Pinching the walkie-talkie button, bowing his head and pretending to speak, his footsteps are fast at the same time.

After squeezing into the crowd again, Fang Bingqing pinned the walkie-talkie to the right back pocket of his jeans and walked along the sparsely populated place.

People only thought she was an ordinary staff member and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Dude, is the bathroom over there?" Fang Bingqing's shoulder was suddenly patted.

At this time, Han Siwen had not yet played, the crowd had not completely calmed down, and the scene was still very noisy.

The voice behind him was not very loud.

It's just that he lowered his head and was almost lying on the side of Fang Bingqing's ear.

So Fang Bingqing could hear it clearly.

The strength on the shoulders is also good, compared to normal boys, it is relatively light.

Fang Bingqing's body did not tremble, his mind was not confused, and he did not raise his head much.

He reached out and moved his cap and nodded to the strange man beside him.

The muffled voice squeezed sullenly: "Hmm." ”

"Thank you." The man patted Fang Bingqing's shoulder again.

Then he sniffed vigorously, went around to Fang Bingqing and left.

Fang Bingqing raised his head slightly the moment the man turned his back to him.

Under the brim of the hat are shrewd eyes and tightly knit brows.

The smell on this man's body is exactly the same as that of the bearded man.

The point is that she swept through the details of the man's whole body at the moment when she nodded partially.

On the left arm that casually rolled up the long sleeves, there was an obvious purple and cyan needle eye, and there was more than one place.

Look at his emaciated body, combined with the strength of Fang Cai to pat her shoulder......

This bone chai man must have been drugged, and there are quite a few times!

"It's a coincidence that no book is written." Fang Bingqing sneered, and said in his heart that it was not good for this person to find someone, but he was automatically sent to her door.

Originally, she was still worried that there was a problem with the location she guessed, but the enemy's friend sent her a big clue.

With a joy in his heart, he followed in the footsteps of the bone chai man.

This is already the periphery of the crowd.

Once they had passed through the last floor of the crowd, a few steps in front of them was the public restroom.