It was the evening rush hour, and the subway station was packed. The girl had apparently lost her purpose, swiping her card into the station and looking back and forth in the station aisles.

I was directly behind the line in the opposite direction, and I made a pit stop just to get on the bus. Now I see people sitting in chairs in a daze, reading newspapers, and everyone feels suspicious.

The girl looked like a fashionable little girl, but her calves in leggings had muscles that ordinary girls didn't have. If she doesn't practice dance, then there's a good chance she has kung fu.

Although this girl who is less than my shoulder height may not be very lethal, I don't want to clash with her head-on, the girl is not serious, and it is better not to risk the key parts.

She probably didn't really care about me, took out her phone to make a call, turned around and got into the car in the other direction.

Before the door closed, I entered the third door on her right. There were people on the left and right, and I squeezed in, leaning against the handrail and sliding down a little bit to make my height look less conspicuous.

The girl didn't move again since she got into the car, and she probably knew that the subway ran every two minutes, and she had lost the opportunity if she didn't catch me up outside the subway station.

I crept through the car before the subway reached the next stop, standing inside the door, staring at her from the left-right junction.

She got off at Dongsi Station, which at that time had not yet opened to Line 6 and only had two exits. One exit is Wumart supermarket, and the other exit is Chaoyangmen Inner Street.

She didn't leave the station and went to the location of the ticket vending machine to top up the metro card. Just when I thought I was too careful, I found that she was still pressing the screen after recharging, as if she was querying the route of the site.

About five minutes later, the other two girls seen in the restaurant walked in through the exit of Chaonei Street. Three people each occupy a machine, as if they were busy with their own work. Soon, however, the girl who followed me swiped her card to pit again.

I was standing near the exit of the station when I saw her coming and instinctively wanted to turn around and leave. However, there was no exit on the other side, and now the movement was too big to attract her attention.

Just take a gamble!

My heart was crossed, and I swiped the card out of the station generously and squarely, and the two of us were walking face to face. It was only half a second after the wrong body, and my heart was beating wildly, and I was so nervous that I didn't dare to gasp, let alone look at her.

However......

People didn't look at me either!

I pretended to be calm and walked around the corner, and suddenly leaned against the wall, and my nervous heart was about to jump out. The sound of the card swiping machine seems to have entered the station one after another, and I don't know if they are going to perform the next task. It's obviously a slender and beautiful beauty, but when I think of their faces at this moment, I don't know what is in it, I just feel terrible.

It happened that the shop was nearby, so I gave up tracking and got out of the station.

It was already dark outside, and there were a few lights on the desolate Longfuji Street outside the station. I tightened my coat and crossed the street. If too much has changed, Duoxiao must have slipped away.

I need to contact him, but it's dangerous to make a phone call, and God knows if he's being spied on? I went back to the thrift market and knocked on the door of the Pauline next door. The little girl lives in the store and wants to borrow her mobile phone.

The girl was anxious to talk to her boyfriend on the phone, so she turned around and went into the house and took out a straight CDMA mobile phone and stuffed it to me.

"In the lottery a few days ago, three hundred yuan will be sold to you."

I was happy, it was the drowsiness that touched the pillow, and I hurriedly turned on the phone and sent a text message to Duoxiao:

Within the 30-minute living circle of the International Trade Center, gold is scarce, and the value depression is on a first-come, first-served basis. For details, please call back, gold medal consultant Xiao Zhang will serve you wholeheartedly.

Shen Qiming gave me three fruits that he eliminated, and it didn't take long for this loser to take it, and it was almost brand new. When he handed it over to me, he once said: You can use it boldly, although I have used it, it is definitely better than what is sold on the market. I looked at the phone and wondered. What exactly does this mean by good?

In the cold wind, I turned around and walked to the subway station, and when I was already in the station, a landline called back.

"Hey, don't send me this kind of real estate information in the future, your phone is out of battery because of you."

I wondered for a while, why did he still talk around the bush at this time? He used a pay phone, I told him to change the number to call, but he refused. Either he suspects that someone is watching, or he suspects that my number is being tapped as well.

"No, big brother, this house is really good, it's a pity if you don't buy it."

"Hey! So tell me what it looks like, whether it's a detached house or a flat floor, I can tell you that I don't like to have neighbors the most, it's too noisy! ”

“…… Then big brother, the house you live in now has a neighbor, so it's time to change it. ”

"You're right to say that, but I don't know if the place you're talking about is noisy or not, I'm having a nervous breakdown, if you quarrel with me, you don't want it."

I see, there are people around him, either watching or following. And he wanted to know what was going on on my side.

After transferring to Line 2 at Lama Temple, I changed to Line 13 at Dongzhimen. Dongzhimen Station is connected to two metro lines, an airport express rail, which has the most complex terrain and is the first of the Beijing subways. While talking to Duo Xiao on the phone, I changed back to Line 5 at Lishui Bridge.

No matter how much I tried to imply to him that I had absolutely no problem here, he just wouldn't let his guard down. But through our conversation, I got a general idea. He would stay, and let those who followed him think that he had left Beijing.

But he won't come to me when he stays, and I don't want to call him, he'll text my current number when the time is right.

In fact, he called me and found out he was being monitored.

Speaking of surveillance, the Shen family is an expert, but others are not excluded.

But listen to what he means, the one who spies on him and the two of us who is following us belongs to two organizations, one of which is Jingxi.

Because he has this conversation:

Duo Xiao: You tell me that it's useless, the key is how much money, ask your boss what is his biggest discount?

Me: Don't, big brother, you can come and see if I'm good to apply, right? I'm just a small employee, how can I be qualified to meet the boss?

Duo Xiao: Send me a text message again, and urge me to meet, is your boss in love with me? I don't eat this, and you're not the only one who is engaged in real estate now.

I:...... Big brother, you're so funny.

If you want to say who my boss is, isn't it Miss Sheng recently?

But I'm not sure who followed him. and whether these people were sent by Miss Sheng, or the helper of the fifth master of the Shen family beside him.

I'm going to ask Junmo, he must know.

I finally returned to the Shen family's base camp, and I learned that the old illness of the head of the family had recurred tonight, and the main characters of the family were concentrated in Ronghetang, where the Shen family lived.

There are three layers in the crowd and three layers outside, which is much larger than the battle when Shen Qiming fell ill last time. Miss Sheng walked in and out, constantly instructing her subordinates and men to prepare all kinds of things. I looked at her expression, and it was obvious that Shen Dangjia had a bad attack this time.

Jun Mo hid at the outskirts of the crowd, pulled him over and asked, only to know that Shen Dangjia had been poisoned many years ago, and he had been suppressed by drugs all these years, and his body was barely able to support it.

But just an hour ago, the family was discussing the New Year's Eve matters, but Shen Dangjia's face suddenly turned dark, and he couldn't do it.