Feng Xiaomin slept in the ceiling that night. Before going to bed, he placed a tiny monitor in the corner of the house. There is a painting hanging in the corner of the house, and the four corners are pasted with round decorations. He lifted one of the corners and put the monitor inside. From the outside, it seems that one corner of the painting has been used for decoration due to the long time, and the decorative sticker has fallen off automatically. If you don't look closely, you can't see the monitor.

The monitor is connected to his mobile phone. Lying in the ceiling, holding his mobile phone, he could see the scene below. He carried a black bag to the ceiling, which contained cosmetics, binoculars, wallets, and climbing supplies. He also changed his clothes, changing the beige ones to black ones, and wore a hat on his head. Judging from his appearance, he can't recognize him as Feng Xiaomin.

But Feng Xiaomin knew that the other party must be an extremely powerful person. If you want to identify him Feng Xiaomin, it is as easy as a finger. He had to be well prepared.

His suitcase, which was full of a change of clothes. He locked it and put it in the corner. He's not afraid of losing his suitcase, how much is that worth?

At first, he lay directly on top of the room. But after thinking about it, he felt that it was not good, so he crawled to the next room, and found that a young man and a woman lived below, fighting in bed. The result of watching and listening made his mouth dry and unbearable, and he crawled to another room, which was empty. He lay down at the junction of the empty room and his room, and fell asleep before nine o'clock.

He had to take care of himself in advance to prepare for possible events in the second half of the night.

He was woken up due to the tremor of the phone. He turned on his phone and immediately saw two people creeping in the room below. The two men slowly moved to the side of the bed and threw themselves on the bed together. But immediately they all let out a low cry and raised their bodies.

The room was dark, and the faces of the two could not be seen clearly, they were probably sturdy men of twenty-six or seventeen years old, with extraordinary skills. The two men began to search the whole house, and also opened the lock of Feng Xiaomin's suitcase, rummaging through it with their hands. Obviously, he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he stuffed it haphazardly and closed the box.

The two people whispered for a while, it was T Chinese, Feng Xiaomin couldn't understand. Subsequently, one of them took out his mobile phone, talked to someone on the phone, talked for a while, turned off the phone, and both of them lay down on the bed, posing in a posture of waiting to the death.

Feng Xiaomin knew that he couldn't stay in the ceiling anymore, so he slowly and gently stepped back. The room at the back was empty, and he crawled a little faster. But after crawling through the room, he became cautious again, moving slowly. Listen to the sound while climbing. No sound. It's just after two o'clock in the second half of the night, and it's the dead of night.

Feng Xiaomin crawled through a dozen or so rooms before stopping. He judged the direction and climbed north. He climbed all the way to the top of another room to the north. He listened carefully, and there was someone sleeping in the room below, and a man was snoring like thunder. He decided to go down from here. He pulled out a slender rope from his bag, with hooks at each end that could be controlled electronically. He took it, gently lifted the lid, and looked down. The wall lamps are on, and the room is softly lit. On the bed lay a man and a woman, both naked and sleeping soundly. Feng Xiaomin's body slowly leaned down, while listening to the snoring sound, and finally successfully descended to the ground. The man and the woman were still not awake. Feng Xiaomin carried his bag, leaned to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked down.

This is the north side of the hotel, and the back is full of buildings, and the lights are dim. Feng Xiaomin looked down and didn't see the waiter. Besides, Feng Xiaomin's room was facing south, and there was a passage between the middle and the north room. The kidnappers have no reason to hide in the north. Feng Xiao decided to go down from this unexpected place.

He gently pulled back the window, and the person in the bed was still not awake. He inserted one end of the hook, which was a pincer-shaped hook, into the edge of the window frame, then took out the small electronic controller, pressed the button, and the hook slammed into the window frame tighter. He grabbed the rope, went up to the ledge, and climbed down his body, little by little. He didn't do a pretty job. Sister Zhi scolded him more than a dozen times in order to train him for this action, but he was still a little powerless, mainly because he was a little timid and not decisive enough.

He finally went downstairs. At the bottom of the building is a concrete platform connected to a grass field four or five meters wide, and on the other side of the grass is a wall formed by low trees. He took out the electronic instrument and pressed it lightly, and the rope hanging on the window frame on the fifth floor unhooked and fell down. In the dark, Feng Xiaomin saw it, caught it, and stuffed the rope back into his bag. He stooped over and ran out of the meadow, through the fence of low trees, and ran out.

This is outside the back building of the hotel, and beyond the bushes is a small road, where there are still buildings. Feng Xiaomin ran to the west and ran out of the area of the hotel.

In the middle of the night, the road is quiet and the street lights are faintly bright. Feng Xiaomin ran for a while and slowed down. He learned martial arts from Sister Zhi, and he often acted in the middle of the night, so he was used to it. But in this foreign land, he didn't know where to go, he had to find someone to live in. Then, he had to disguise himself and wander around in front of the five-star hotel where Jiang Ruhui was staying and the hotel where he was staying, and find out the origin of the group of people who were going to attack and maybe even kidnap him, so that he could find out what was the relationship between these people and Yan Mengshi and Jiang Ruhui? Jiang Ruhui insisted on letting him come, just to plot against him? He is a little white man, is he worthy of such a big effort from the other party?

He thought it was incredible.

Ahead, from the bend of the east and west, two people came out. The light was shining, and I could see very clearly that it was two young men. These two people, seeing Feng Xiaomin, invariably looked at each other and walked over. Feng Xiaomin felt that they had bad intentions. Was it with his kidnappers? It doesn't look like it. Could it be that the robbers want to knock on Feng Xiaomin's bamboo pole?

When these two people walked over, they suddenly quickened their pace and ran straight forward, not running towards Feng Xiaomin, but several meters away from Feng Xiaomin, running over from the side. And the one who didn't run stood in front and sneered.

Feng Xiaomin judged that this should be a roadblock robber. Is the country's security really that bad?

Feng Xiaomin stood still, motionless.

The other party spoke, it was T Chinese, and Feng Xiaomin couldn't understand it. But when the other party stretched out his hand, Feng Xiaomin understood: they wanted money. They asked Feng Xiaomin to obediently hand over his things, otherwise they would kill him. The man in front also made a head-killing motion.

The man in the back stepped forward lightly. Feng Xiaomin didn't wait for him to get closer. The body rotated 360 degrees on the spot, and one leg kicked out. The kid in the back didn't have time to react, and was kicked by Feng Xiaomin. "Ahh He screamed. It seems that the cry of pain is the same regardless of nationality. He fell backwards, a knife in his hand slamming to the side.

The man in front of him was shocked and froze. Feng Xiaomin didn't care what his reaction was, he rushed forward and kicked him again. The man let out the same "ah" cry and fell backwards. Feng Xiaomin walked up to him and kicked him in the stomach, and the man screamed again. Feng Xiaomin did not speak, and speaking might reveal his identity. He walked away, feeling a foul breath.

Along the small road, he still walked straight, and came to a slum. I saw small and low-rise dilapidated houses, crowded next to each other, and lights flashed in many houses. There is also a small early riser stall on the side of the road, and the stall owner is lighting a fire in front of the stove of the broken house. Feng Xiaomin looked around and found a hill not far to the south, so he went to the hill. The mountains are so cool, there are no people, and the trees are forested. Feng Xiaomin sat down and calculated.

The old mobile phone number can no longer be used, and the gang of people who want to hijack him can find him through the phone number. He took out another calling card he had brought from China and replaced it. He thought that Liu Lin or Sister Zhi would probably be sleeping now, and if he sent out WeChat, they would be able to see it when they woke up.

The WeChat he wrote was: "Last night, I hid on the ceiling at the request of my master. Sure enough, someone came in the middle of the night, and it was two young men. I crawled up the canopy and now hide in the hills near a slum in the western part of the city. I'm safe and hassle-free. Next, I want to disguise myself and find out Yan Mengshi's identity. ”

He sent out WeChat, one each for Liu Lin and Sister Zhi. Look at the sky, it's still dark, it's too early. Feng Xiaomin leaned against a tree and closed his eyes.

He wanted to take a nap, but the phone rang. He hurriedly picked it up, it was Sister Zhi's WeChat: "Xiaomin, it's good!" I discussed with Liu Lin and Ouyang Fan last night, I want to go, and I can arrive today. You can go to the place I will point to in my next WeChat map and find a doctor. He is Ouyang Fan's classmate, and he will definitely be able to help you enthusiastically. ”

Subsequently, Sister Zhi's second WeChat letter arrived, it was a map, and there was a text description underneath. Looking at the map, Feng Xiaomin became energetic. It's great to have someone to help you in a foreign country! Moreover, Sister Zhi is still coming, everything is easy to do, what is he Feng Xiaomin afraid of!

Looking at the map, the place where Ouyang Fan lives is in the north of the city, and it can be seven or eight miles away. Feng Xiaomin decided to go on foot. After daybreak, he came to the area. I saw that there were many high-rise buildings, trees were mixed, and the street was very neat, and it was a very layered area. There is a hall under a tall building, which is a market. Feng Xiaomin went in, and there were a lot of people selling food, clothes, all kinds of daily necessities, and so on. Feng Xiaomin had a breakfast first and was very full. The people here really recognize the renminbi and settle in the renminbi, and they are very happy. Feng Xiaomin bought a few sets of daily clothes, supplies and a suitcase. He sat on the suitcase and called Ouyang Fan's classmates according to the text under the map.

Ouyang Fan's classmate took it, it was a man, and he laughed: "Your name is Feng Xiaomin?" Oops! Brother Fan didn't let me sleep well this night, so I was contacted to rent a house before dawn. Wait there! Fifteen minutes later, a little girl will come to you, and you will go with her to see the house. You have money in your pocket, right? ”

"I have."

"That's good! The rent in this place is very expensive, you have to pay for it, or you'll slap me in the face." ”

"Don't worry, big brother, thank you."

turned off his mobile phone, Feng Xiaomin always felt unsure. He changed the phone card again, thinking to himself: If Ouyang Fan's classmates are unreliable, then they will lose everything.