Geriletu went into the bathroom near the stairs, turned on the faucet and poured hot water into the plastic basin. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info waited for two seconds, and Geriletu jumped out of the bathroom like a ghost and went up the stairs lightly. He poked his head slowly out of the staircase on the second floor, caught a glimpse of the guy parked in a room in the middle of the second floor, and then looked left and right vigilantly before knocking on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and the guy got inside, slamming it shut. Gřiltu wrote down the house number and began to think about what to do. Half a minute later, Gerriletu walked briskly down the stairs, went back to the bathroom, turned off the faucet, and returned to his room with a slow basin of hot water. He locked the door and pulled out a black ski suit from his luggage.

It didn't take long for Gřiletu to put it on his body and change into a pair of hiking boots on his feet. He took a few deep breaths and began to warm up in the cramped room. Geriletu clearly knows that he is no longer young, his reflexes are no longer sharp, his skills are no longer vigorous, and all he can rely on is those experiences of birth and death.

Ten minutes later, Gerriletu found a scrap newspaper and put it at the head of the bed, then stepped on the head of the bed to open the steel window. The moment the double-glazed windows opened, the howling north wind swept in. Gřiletu stepped on the windowsill and carefully moved out of the window with a low lean. The body fell out of the window, and Gerriletu turned around and closed the window, pulled out a piece of tape that had been prepared long ago and glued it, and then went around the back of the hotel with the cat's waist.

It was already completely dark, and behind the hotel was a residential area of bungalows, and there were hardly any people to be seen at this time. Gřiletu was clinging to the wall, his dark outfit blending him in with the night. Unless you look closely, you can't see such a person. He waited for a moment, went up to the iron spiral staircase on the outside of the hotel, and after going up to the second floor, he stepped over the spiral staircase, stepped on the wall line with his feet, and grabbed the wall line under the eaves with both hands, and the whole person stuck to the wall, moving slowly towards the target room little by little. Three windows away, it took him a full seven minutes.

Approaching the target window, Gřiletu poked his head out and looked at it, realizing that he had mistaken it. The windows are also double-layered, but because they are facing the shade, they are covered with a thick layer of frost. Even the thinnest part was covered with ice flowers, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. He frowned, took a stethoscope from his jacket pocket with his left hand, hung it on his ear, and gently pressed it against the window.

The howling north wind slapped against the glass, making a kala cala sound, breaking the sound that came out of the room, so that what stopped in the ears of Gerriletu was an intermittent conversation.

“…… Not yet. This is...... Reportedly, the subject made a trip to the Singularity, but otherwise there were no anomalies. ”

“…… I...... Tell your boss...... Shifted. ”

"Brother Chen, this day ...... Yes? ”

“…… Who do I ask? Do your thing, the rest...... Finish. ”

"That's ,...... Let's go. Brother Chen, are you leaving? ”

"Wait a minute."

Gřiletu heard the door open and close, and the room fell silent again. He guessed that there should be a guy surnamed Chen left in the room. After waiting a little longer, and making sure that nothing would be gained by staying any longer, Geriletu put away the stethoscope, moved to the vicinity of the spiral ladder, and jumped straight down. He went back to the front, tore off the tape, and entered the room through the window.

Quickly changing his clothes, pulling up the trouser legs of his trousers, and carrying the basin of cold water, Gřiletu opened the door and went to the bathroom to pour water, and then staggered back to his room. Patience is the most basic quality of a spy, and Geriletu doesn't know if he's good or not, but it's certain that he has enough patience.

He opened the door and lay on the bed, munching on peanuts and reading the newspaper, glancing at the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and then jotting them down.

A few hours later, a young man in a tweed coat passed by the door. Gerriletu narrowed his eyes, and though he didn't know the brand of the clothes, he could tell that the tweed coat, and even the young man who passed by, was out of place with the run-down inn—just like the rookie he had been following before.

He waited a little longer, and it was close to ten o'clock in the evening, when Geriletu put on his coat and went out for a walk, and he saw that the room was already darkened. He bought some random food from the shop in the alley, returned to his room, threw the food away, and went to the bathroom with his toothbrush. Before entering the bathroom, he glanced at the front desk and saw that the front desk had changed to a man in his fifties, who was now smirking at the TV.

He turned around and quickly went up the stairs, and when he reached the second floor, he walked unhurriedly to the door of the room. He looked left and right, then took out two paper clips from his pocket, unfolded them, and slowly reached into the keyhole for a little temptation, and after ten seconds, with a crisp click, the door opened.

Griletu quickly dodged into the room and closed the door casually. He took out the flashlight from his pocket, unscrewed it, and looked around. You get what you pay for, and although the small hotel is dilapidated, the rooms on the second floor are obviously much better. Three single beds, a TV, a sofa and coffee table, all except for the lack of a bathroom.

Dressed in slippers, Griletu moved slowly, his beam moving slowly with the swaying of the flashlight. He rummaged through the beds, and there was nothing empty; rummaged through the sofa and coffee table, and found a copy of the Qibei Evening News that he had in his room; Rummaged through the TV cabinet and found two pairs of tattered slippers.

It wasn't until he found a black briefcase under the bed near the window that he finally made some discoveries. The briefcase is not large, and when opened, there is a stack of brown paper document bags. Grailtu took the end of the flashlight in his mouth, crouched down and pulled out a file bag, opened it around the rope, pulled out the documents inside, and unfolded them to see that it was a chronological tracking report.

The text records the daily whereabouts of the target person, no matter how big or small, and the photo directly identifies the target person as his employer Yu Shan. Gřiletu began to frown, and he looked at a few pages at a glance, except for the code 'singularity' that inevitably appeared every once in a while, the words were the daily life of the employer, and they were meaningless. He rummaged through the rest of the file bags and found that the earliest track record was in May of several years.

What is the singularity? What is the place represented?

Footsteps from far and near in the hallway interrupted Geriletu's musings, and he quickly straightened out his file bag and stuffed it into a black briefcase. He took the insulating glove from his right pocket and put it on his left hand, then picked up another insulating glove with his left hand. He listened to the movement outside the door, twisted the paper clip in his hand into a U-shape, shone the flashlight in all directions, found the plug and quickly leaned over, holding the U-shaped paper clip in his left hand and hanging over the plug strip, and extinguished the flashlight at the same time.

The footsteps got closer and closer, stopping at the door. Geriletu took a deep breath and inserted the paperclip into the socket. With a snap, Gerriletu clearly saw a mass of cremation erupt in the interstitial row, and then the lights in the corridor went out.

He put away his paper clip, took off his slippers and held them in his hands, and slowly pressed them against the wall of the doorway.

There was silence outside the door, and after about ten seconds, after a key sound, the doorknob twisted, and the door opened. The faint glow of the mobile phone shone in, startling Geriletu. He carefully crouched down, lay on the ground, and slowly rolled down under the bed. In the next second, the light of the mobile phone shone on the corner of the wall where he was originally hiding.

By the light, Gřiletu saw only a pair of leather boots covered with slush. The man moved slowly, under the bed where Gřiltu was hiding, and suddenly turned around and shone again, and then continued to walk forward.

Griletu breathed a sigh of relief, rolled out of the bed, stood up, and walked out of the room on tiptoe. As soon as he entered the hallway, the light of the mobile phone suddenly shone again. Griletu said in a secret way, quickly walked to the staircase, put down his slippers, turned on the flashlight and went downstairs.

In the room, the man seemed to be aware of this, and he walked quickly to the door with his phone in his hand, and shone left and right into the hallway, but found nothing. After thinking about it, he turned back to his room, closed the door, leaned against the door, held his mobile phone in his left hand, and slowly drew a dagger from his back with his right hand. He crouched down and shone under the bed, just as the hallway brightened. The light shone through the glass window above the lintel, giving the room some light.

He stood up, walked backwards back to the door, and pressed the switch, and the room suddenly became bright. He continued to check what he had just done, but the result was still nothing. After standing up, his brow furrowed, as if he was thinking about whether he was thinking too much. Then he walked straight to the bed by the window and picked up his black briefcase.

There was a buzzing sound from the phone, and he glanced at the incoming call and pressed answer.

"Hello? …… I'm in Qibei...... How is he? …… You don't have to worry about me, you just need to serve him well...... I know you're having a hard time, but you have to be patient...... Now the most important thing is the heir! As long as there is an heir, everything will be in hand...... If not, build a ...... I said, you don't care about me, I just have to come here to make sure. After all...... He doesn't put too much effort into things that don't matter...... I miss you too, Ah Zhi, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning at the old place. ”

Hanging up the phone, he stood still and frowned and thought for a moment. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he was about to leave with his briefcase, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of the burn-scratched socket at the head of the bed in the middle. He stopped, walked over, took off his gloves and touched it, and there was still residual heat left on the plastic socket from the short circuit burn.

His expression suddenly became fierce, and he cursed in a low voice: "Shovel! (To be continued.) )