The sky was sparse and it began to rain lightly, and Buhe was speeding down the road at night on his motorcycle, he didn't have a raincoat with him, trying to get to the Arden Hotel before the rain rained. Because of the extremely fast speed, the wind in early summer with the drizzle still stings on the face.

It took more than two hours to arrive, and it only took a little more than an hour to arrive. As he approached the Arden Hotel, Buhe slowed down, and he couldn't get in from the front because it wasn't the time for him to show his face.

When I came before, I saw a small alley that could turn to the back of the hotel, and Buhe was now looking for the direction of its entrance, because he had only been here once, so Buhe was looking very carefully.

Just as he was approaching the second four-way intersection, Buhe saw the narrow intersection he was looking for, but was stopped by the guardrail between the motorized and non-motorized lanes, and he had to go around to the front four-way intersection and turn back.

But if you go around to the front, you can see him from the main entrance of the Arden Hotel, so no, the cloth must be shielded from all possible risks.

So what to do? When I came here before, I remembered that the guardrail here was not sealed! Buhe thought that if he didn't go backwards and go back to the first four-way intersection, but it would be a long waste of time to go backwards, and it would also affect the speed of progress.

It was already close to half past eight in the evening, and according to the time they had agreed, my father had already checked into the Arden Hotel, and a minute late would have been at the risk of being discovered by the waiter.

I could only walk from the front, and the cloth and groped for the pockets, but there were no handkerchiefs, and there were no things like cloth heads. If you take off your coat and cover your face, it's too noticeable, and you can't do it.

Why did you forget to ask people for helmets when you rented a car? Bu and now feel that the slightest omission will cause trouble, looking left and right, found a motorcycle parked in front of the roadside car repair stall, with a helmet hanging on it, and now the door of the car repair stall is empty, maybe someone has something to go out, the lottery shop on the side is also doing business, and will not pay attention to this side of the door for the time being.

It's not stealing anyway, just throw it on the side of the road when it's used up and let them find it themselves. Thinking like this, Buhe secretly parked the car on the side of the road, he saw the opportunity, paced a few steps to the door of the car repair booth, grabbed the motorcycle helmet and hurried back to his car, and soon put on the helmet and left, and no one noticed him.

Continuing to drive forward at a gallop, Bu He quickly bypassed the four forks in the road, and drove back on the opposite non-motorized lane, very lucky, all the way was a green light, and he did not waste a long time, he had successfully turned into the small alley.

As soon as he entered the narrow place, Buhe immediately took off his helmet, threw it into a garbage can on the side of the road, and walked away.

After turning two or three corners, the motorcycle stopped on a soft lawn, which is not exactly a lawn, it should be said that it is a parking lot formed by the combination of lawn and gravel road.

Luckily, there's no one here right now. ’

Glancing at his watch, at 8:46, Buhe walked to a small dilapidated door that seemed to be used to pour swill in the back kitchen of the hotel, raised his hand and knocked lightly three times, which was the code he had made with the person who was about to pretend to be the hotel manager.

After a while, the door was opened, this is really a trustworthy merchant, Buhe teased in his heart, but there was no smile on his face, he asked with a gloomy face, "What room is it?" ”

"On the second floor, room 206, counting from this side there is a fourth downspout pipe that leads directly to the bathroom of the room. Also, room 205 has no tenants. ”

As soon as the man inside finished speaking, he slammed the small dilapidated door shut, and Bu He only heard him talking inside as if he were smiling at someone.

Regardless of these, Buhe immediately found the downspout pipe he said, and looked up, it was not high from the window, but when he entered the house, the air conditioner was on the left hand side, and there was no obstruction between the right hand side and the large window of room 205.

No wonder he wants to add that room 205 has no tenants, I see! Bu He thought, and as soon as his legs were slammed into force, the person hung firmly on the downpipe, and then used his hands and feet together, and in less than a minute, he came to the small window of room 206.

One glance at the window, it was panning and not locked. Bu He gently knocked on the window frame with his hand, and waited for more than ten seconds before moving the window open.

The room was very quiet, and for a moment, Buhe seemed to feel that there was no one here, but after stepping into the room from the bathroom, Buhe immediately rejected the idea.

His father, Hong Ke, was lying crookedly on the bed, sleeping soundly, and the human skin mask on his face had not had time to be removed.

"Dad." Buhe shouted uneasily, but there was no response.

He stepped forward and gently pushed Hong Ke's body, but there was no response, this time he was completely sure that the sleeping pills were working as they should, so he boldly began to move his hands.

The first thing to do is to remove the human skin mask from my father's face, careful not to damage it in any way, this human skin mask has other uses afterwards.

Then, Buhe opened the backpack he had brought with him, took out a long roll of hemp rope from it, and tied his father's body firmly on his back.

When this was done, there was still a long stretch of twine, and the cloth and the end were tied to a hook, and he walked to the large window in the middle of the room. The backpack he used to hold his things was hung upside down on his chest.

Hook the hook to the iron window frame, cloth and poke out to look down, there is still no one below, good, it is a chance to act. He couldn't go down through the bathroom window anymore, and now he had things in front of and back of his body, and the windows there were too narrow to interfere with his movements.

And it's convenient to climb the downspout alone, but it's inconvenient to carry a bag on my father's chest.

Glancing at the bathroom window of room 207 next to it, it seemed that no one would poke their heads out when it was closed, and there was no sound of bathing when I listened closely. So Buhe hurried up, and the person flexibly turned out of the window, he usually pays great attention to exercising his body, and he also has good motor nerves, so this is not a problem at all.

Grab the rope and jump downward, Buhe tried not to make too much noise, and in a few clicks he came to the ground, shook his hands, and removed the rope and hook from it. The hooks landed on the lawn and the sound it made was not too noticeable, and the cloth quickly recycled them all into the backpack.

Walking to the place where he parked his motorcycle, Bu and his hands and feet quickly untied his father from his body, took out a folded hemp bag from his backpack, put his father in it, told him to keep his knees bent, and then sprinkled some sleeping pill powder into the bag, and stuffed a lot of shabby clothes into his head, waist, calves and ankles.

When it was solidly filled, the sack containing my father didn't look like it was holding a person, and it was tied to the back seat of a motorcycle, like a hemp bag of old things tied to the back seat of a broken person's car, but it looked like it contained a lot of things.

After doing all this, Buhe wiped a handful of cold sweat oozing from his forehead, the rain was already falling heavily at the moment, and if he didn't hurry up on the road, I was afraid that the road to the foot of the mountain would be very difficult to walk, so Buhe stepped on the accelerator and stepped on the accelerator, and went back from the path he had just entered, and quickly disappeared into the lawn parking lot behind the hotel.

After he started the motorcycle, the small door used to recycle the swill slowly opened a crack, and the person who was about to pretend to be the hotel manager peeked out through the crack in the door, and saw the back of the cloth and leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door again.

In fact, this person doesn't know what Buhe is doing tonight? He didn't know anything about Buhe's murder plan, but he was reminded that he had to wait here tonight, and the information he needed to know to figure out Buhe, and of course he was paid for this kind of reminder.