Sunset Boulevard

Zong La, the deputy foreman of the seafarers, did not arrive as scheduled.

He was supposed to arrive downstairs at the safe house at [-] o'clock in the evening, and take Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao to the port to board the ship.

Seven o'clock came and passed, Zhang never wanted to read Miao Gan and waited, carefully checked the surveillance near the safe house, but found no trace of the vehicle that came to pick them up, and confirmed that there was no traffic jam on the route from the port to the safe house After that, he called Zong La with a communicator.

When I called for the first time, no one answered, and when I called after a while, the notification sound became that the mobile phone was turned off.The freighter is scheduled to depart at 09:30, so time is tight.

Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, stood up with the car keys, and said to Chen Boqiao, "I'll go to the port to have a look."

"Let's go together," Chen Boqiao said calmly, pointing to his own face, "No one will recognize me anyway."

Zhang Jue was not worried that Chen Boqiao would stay alone in the safe house, so he agreed, went downstairs with Chen Boqiao, got into the car, and drove to Bangkok Port.

On the way to the port, Chen Boqiao took out the sunglasses from the previous car, put them on his nose, and asked Zhang Jue, "Are you more like a fugitive?"

His eyes looked at Zhang Jue through the lenses of brown sunglasses, neither as a question nor as a joke.He was very close to Zhang Jue, and the thin knit sweater Zhang Jue bought in the second-hand market suddenly became as soft as cashmere when worn on him, and it also looked a little expensive.

After dinner, Zhang Jue spent an hour and a half changing Chen Boqiao's attire according to the method he had rehearsed in advance.First use invisible tape to modify the shape of Chen Boqiao's eyes, then paste bionic skin on Chen Boqiao to raise the cheekbones, carefully glue on the curly mustache, covering most of Chen Boqiao's face, and finally wear it for Chen Boqiao Put on a wig to make Chen Boqiao look like Shen Yuhua's passport photo.

Chen Boqiao sat on the sofa and let Zhang Jue finish painting, went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, walked back to the living room and praised Zhang Jue.Maybe the praise is not too serious, but Zhang Jue is uncontrollably floating, as if the night when he learned how to apply bionic skin to the plaster statues in the whole room, all can be omitted.

The safe house is only 10 minutes drive from the port.

Zhang Jue's off-road vehicle had a port pass. They entered the iron gate of the port, passed through the containers according to the traffic line, and approached the freighter they originally planned to board.

Zhang Jue stopped at a place where the freighter could be seen clearly, and they got out of the car to observe the situation of the freighter at the port together at a distance of more than 100 meters.

The freighter was still loading the last batch of cargo, and the afterglow of the sunset slanted to land, making the shadow of the container cover Zhang Jue and Chen Bo Bridge.

"Are you still on board?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.

The draft between the containers was strong, messing up Zhang Jue's hair.Zhang Jue stared at the freighter, raised his hand to brush the messy hair sticking to his cheeks, and said: "It is logical that Zong La and his crew took us up."

Although ocean freighters also carry passengers, they are all regular customers.If Zong La didn't take them with them, Zhang Jue was afraid that even if they went up, they would attract too much attention.Zhang Jue took out the communicator and called Zong La one last time, but the phone was still turned off.

The crew is loading the last shipment onto the freighter, and the racks will soon be put away.

Zhang never wanted to take Chen Boqiao to risk, and he had a complete and reliable backup plan, so he put down the communicator and made a decision: "I won't board the ship tonight."

Chen Boqiao didn't object, he asked Zhang Jue: "Then shall we go back now?"

Zhang Jue nodded, then shook his head again: "If we don't go back to the original safe house, let's get a key first and live in another house."

Zhang Jue has three safe houses in Bangkok to deal with different situations.The key to the safe house in the second backup plan is stored in the safe of a private bank in the city in advance.

He drove Chen Boqiao to the bank and told Chen Boqiao: "I'll get the keys, you wait for me in the car."

"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao stopped Zhang Jue and said, "I want to contact Pei Shu, I have something to discuss with him."

Chen Boqiao was very frank, even though he didn't say what it was, it was hard for Zhang Jue to refuse.Zhang Jue looked down at his communicator, and said hesitantly, "My communicator is not convenient for you." Chen Boqiao smiled, and pointed to a grocery store on the corner of the street. Looking at the direction of the bridge, I found a simple counter selling mobile phones at the door of the store.

"Okay," Zhang Jue confirmed that Chen Boqiao's makeup did not come off, then gave Chen Boqiao his wallet and car keys, and said, "Then go buy it yourself, don't go far."

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car and walked to the bank across the road.

Zhang Jue showed the manager the ID he had prepared earlier, went downstairs to the safe to get the key, returned to the car, and found that Chen Boqiao hadn't come back yet.

It was completely dark, the store signs and lanterns on the street were all lit up, the night wind was blowing gently, and there was a smell of food in the air.

Zhang Jue stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then walked slowly towards the grocery store, stepped up the steps and looked into the store, and sure enough, he saw Chen Boqiao inside.

Chen Boqiao sat on a chair against the wall in the small store, chatting leisurely with a fair-looking Omega employee in the store, and looked at the TV screen hanging on the wall of the grocery store.

Seeing Zhang Jue walk in, Chen Boqiao held the mobile phone in his hand unsurprisingly, and waved to Zhang Jue: "You're here?"

Seeing Zhang Jue, the Omega employee also smiled at him.

Zhang Jue ignored the discomfort in his heart and asked Chen Boqiao: "Is the contact over?"

Chen Boqiao shook his head slightly, and pointed to the TV screen on the opposite wall with his chin.

Zhang Jue looked over according to Chen Boqiao's intention, and saw that the international channel on the screen was broadcasting a breaking news. A cargo ship in Bangkok Port was detained by the police on suspicion of drug possession and dragged to the depths of the port. The cargo ship is undergoing a week-long inspection and its departure is suspended.

The scene cuts to the side of the ship, which is the one they are going to board. Then, the camera turns to shoot the crew members squatting in a row. One of the crew members has a large tattoo of thorns on his arm. Zhang Jue recognizes this tattoo. It's Zongla.

But he didn't say much, he only asked Chen Boqiao after the news broadcast: "Can I go?"

Chen Boqiao stood up and nodded to him.

The Omega employee said goodbye to Chen Boqiao in not fluent English, asking him to come back when he is free.

After getting into the car, Chen Boqiao didn't contact Pei Shu, and Zhang Jue didn't ask either.

Zhang Jue is thinking about whether the discovery of drugs on the freighter has something to do with Chen Boqiao's boarding.

He needs sources.

"Tomorrow I have to find someone," Zhang Jue told Chen Boqiao, "He can help us contact another ship. We will definitely be able to set off this week. There is no need to worry."

Zhang Jue's need not worry seems to be said to Chen Boqiao, but in fact it is really consoling himself.

His plan was disrupted, there was no medicine left, and a series of accidents made him anxious.

"Well," Chen Boqiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm not in a hurry."

It was already ten o'clock when I arrived at the place where I slept at night.The rooms in the new safe house are smaller than what Zhang Jue saw from the blueprints. There is only one bedroom and a small living room.

Zhang Jue planned to give up the bedroom to Chen Boqiao and sleep on the sofa by himself, but Chen Boqiao stopped him and said, "Let's sleep together, the sofa is so narrow, how can you sleep on it?"

Chen Boqiao was very determined, so Zhang Jue had no choice but to find another quilt and put it beside the bed.

After washing first, Zhang Jue lay down on the bed, feeling very nervous. He took up a small piece of the bed, and curled up under the quilt with cold hands and feet.

Not long after, Chen Boqiao also came out of the shower.Zhang Jue closed his eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep, and felt the other side of the mattress sinking, Chen Boqiao seemed to be lying on the bed, and changed a darker bedside lamp.

Zhang Jue's black hair was spread on the pillow, and a few tufts were pressed against his face. It was actually uncomfortable, but he and Chen Boqiao were lying together, and he didn't dare to move too much. He only thought in his heart that he had to find a time to get a haircut. .

All of a sudden, Zhang Jue felt that his hair had been moved by someone. The slight touch appeared for a few seconds, and then disappeared quickly. When Zhang Jue wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, someone suddenly touched his head, and along the Hair stroked down.

"The hair is so soft." Chen Boqiao whispered.

Zhang Jue immediately froze, with his hands folded on his abdomen, afraid that Chen Boqiao would find that he was not asleep, so he tried his best to keep breathing evenly and naturally.

"Softer than a cat." Chen Boqiao said again.He took his hand away and stopped touching Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue's heart was beating like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat.

Sometimes Zhang Jue hates himself for being so stupid. If he is a smart person, shouldn't he just pretend to have just woken up, and say some sentimental words to Chen Boqiao without showing any traces.

After a few seconds, Chen Boqiao said, "I'm kidding you."

Zhang Jue's face became hot.Without waiting for Zhang Jue to defend, Chen Boqiao said again: "I know you are awake." Zhang Jue opened his eyes and saw Chen Boqiao sitting on the bed neatly dressed, looking down at himself.

Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue: "I just said your hair is soft, what are you happy about?"

Chen Boqiao's expression was as tolerant as usual, his eyes were gentle and considerate.Zhang Jue had dreamed about Chen Boqiao many times before, every time he woke up he would feel happy, and he sat for a long time to recall the dream.

But at this moment, Zhang Jue found that his imagination seemed to be as lacking in his dream as in reality, no matter how he dreamed, his dream was not half as good as the real Chen Boqiao.

Although no matter how good it is, it will not be Zhang Jue's. Near and far, tolerance and toughness have nothing to do with Zhang Jue, but Zhang Jue doesn't need more, just seeing it is enough.