he came from the mirror

Fang Ziming: "Who is it?"

Tang Yu replied: "The person who has been staring at us in the store just now."

Then he said to himself, "Forget it, let's find a quieter place."

When Fang Ziming heard the words, he immediately wanted to turn his head and look back, but then he forcibly held back: "Damn, someone is following us?"

Tang Yu took his hand and led him to a small alley on the right: "Do you feel a kind of discomfort like a glow on your back?"

Fang Ziming calmed down, the young man lowered his eyes to feel it carefully, and then said hesitantly: "It seems that there is indeed. It's not too far from us... Well, it seems to be 20 meters away."

He opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Tang Yu, and asked him for confirmation: "He is behind us on the right, and has been close to us, right?"

Tang Yu smiled and raised his hand to pinch his earlobe.

While talking, the two of them turned into the unpopular narrow alley.

Two or three minutes later, another figure sneaked into the alley.

Tang Yu was taking out a cigarette case, when he saw him, he smiled slightly and said, "Here he is."

The person who came was an unremarkable young man. When he raised his eyes and saw Fang Ziming and Tang Yu blocking the intersection, he immediately realized that he had been exposed.

He stopped, but he didn't turn around and run away immediately, instead he stood there without moving.

Fang Ziming stared at the young man, looked him up and down: "I don't know, what about you?"

Tang Yu held a cigarette between his fingers and said casually, "You are the only person I know in Huaguo."

Fang Ziming: "...then you are too autistic, my friend."

Tang Yu turned to look at the young man standing at the entrance of the alley. After a while, he raised his voice and asked him, "Hey, buddy, what are you doing with us?"

The young man hesitated for a while, and waited until Tang Yu became impatient, then took two steps forward, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have an English name, Tom?"

Tang Yu's eyes narrowed: "Who are you?"

The young man glanced around vigilantly: "I have information about Black, but you must show me your identity information, such as the hunter's license, before I can tell you with confidence."

After hearing his words, both Fang Ziming and Tang Yu frowned.

Tang Yu put the cigarette in his mouth, fixed his eyes on him, and said, "Who are you from? Harriet, or Curtis?"

The young man deliberated for a moment, and finally said: "My boss is that curly-haired guy. But before that, I also had some deals with Black."

Fang & Tang: Huh?

Fang Ziming looked at him with strange eyes: "Friend, Infernal Affairs?"

The young man was happy when he heard the words: "That's right, that's almost the same feeling."

Tang Yu finally showed a look of surprise this time, and he asked in surprise, "I heard that right. Harriet and black? Are you sure you know what their relationship is now?"

"Know a thing or two." The young man shrugged his shoulders: "They seem to be playing a game of cat and mouse. Curly is responsible for being the cat, and black is responsible for being the mouse."

Fang Ziming: "Game?"

Young man: "Yes. That curly hair will spend several hours every day to catch people, and black will frantically avoid the group of people looking for him during this time. During this period, the 'mouse' will also maintain a voice call with the 'cat' , or send a text message to swear a few words, and at the same time make sure that you will not be found by the 'cat' in various ways."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and said, "I don't really want to arrest people when I look at curly hair. Maybe it's a little fun between them. Sigh, foreigners really know how to play."

Fang Ziming: "...It sounds like this 'cat' really just wants to play a game."

Tang Yu's eyes flashed, and he whispered in Fang Ziming's ear, "He may be testing Black's super power."

Fang Ziming was thoughtful: "Is he playing black's hole card?"

Tang Yu: "Very likely."

Tang Yu looked at the young man again: "So are you Curly's subordinate or Black's subordinate?"

"Hey, I'm actually doing business with both of these people. Curly asked me and my brothers to be his local guides, and Black asked me to help him keep an eye on certain people's movements. These two businesses are not the same. Conflict." The young man looked at Tang Yu again, and said, "You should be friends of Black. To be honest, I was really surprised when I saw you two in the coffee shop just now."

Tang Yu didn't speak, but exchanged a look with Fang Ziming.

Fang Ziming: Do you think this guy is credible?

Tang Yu: It's hard to say, let's see again.

Seeing that the two of them started whispering again, the young man waved his hands impatiently: "Hey, buddy, do you want to show your so-so... that hunter license plate?"

Tang Yu glanced at him slowly and said, "Sorry, I don't have that."

Unexpectedly, the young man showed an affirmative look, and sighed: "Very good, the code is right."

Fang & Tang: "..."

God damn the code is right.

Young man: "Then, let me see the ID card?"

Tang Yu simply threw him a stack from his bag: "I have a lot of these, which one do you want to see?"

The young man actually looked through it, and after a while, he took out one of them: "That's it, Tang Yu. Well, I'm sure it's you."

Tang Yu stuffed his fake documents back into his backpack: "To be honest, I think my patience will run out soon."

The young man was indeed very upbeat. After confirming the identity of the other party, he didn't procrastinate at all, and said directly: "Black left some small gifts on machine 233 of Xinxin Internet Cafe, Puchuang Road, and he asked Tom or Clark to pick them up in person. .”

With that said, he turned his head to look at Fang Ziming: "According to the photo provided by Black, I guess you are Clark?"

Fang Ziming answered him calmly: "...No, I don't think my name is Clark."

The young man snorted, "Strange, the other photo he showed me is obviously you."

Holding his forehead, Fang Ziming recalled the short phone call he had with Black before.

Tang Yu stroked his chin and said, "Caroline seemed to have said that at the time. That woman was crazy about you and told Tony that you were a superman. Do you remember?"

Fang Ziming showed an indescribable expression: "...I remembered."

The young man clapped his hands in relief and said, "I just said how could I be wrong. I have always been very accurate in identifying people."

Tang Yu looked at him up and down: "I still can't figure it out, how did you know black? Who are you?"

"Hey, you are really vigilant." The young man scratched his head: "Well, I will definitely not reveal my name to you, but I can say something else."

He said: "Black and I met on the Internet. We have driven gangs together, fought in teams, directed offensive and defensive battles, and even ate chicken together a while ago. Black can carry the whole game every time. He is simply me. The thickest golden thighs I've ever seen."

Tang Yu: "..."

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming: "Is that why you helped him?"

The young man puffed out his chest: "Ang."

Tang Yu sighed: "I just said that they are living a happy life, and they can go online and have sex with others."

The young man explained: "We often chatted when we were playing games, and later he knew that I was a local expert in Minghe City, so he paid me to do him a little favor. As for that curly hair..."

He said: "Curly Hair took over the job later, I am very professional, and I will never betray another boss just to please another boss."

Tang Yu: "So, you haven't seen Black himself?"

"Yes, and we usually communicate in the game, and occasionally he will find me through WeChat, but the frequency is very rare." The young man said, took out his phone from his arms, and opened WeChat for them to read: "Here, this It's his WeChat account."

Fang Ziming leaned over to take a look, and found that there was only an avatar with a capital letter "b" on the screen, and the chat history was empty.

The young man said excitedly: "He is really cautious. After talking to me, he withdrew all the information, making it like a secret agent meeting, very exciting."

Fang Ziming stepped back after reading it.

Tang Yu bit his cigarette and said, "Brother, I still can't easily believe you based on these rhetoric."

The young man took back the phone: "Hey, believe it or not, anyway, I've finished what I have to say. Actually, if you don't believe me, I have nothing to lose. Black will still pay me."

"I've brought the news, you two, let's leave now."

Fang Ziming watched the guy turn around and run out of the alley quickly. The blue light in the young man's eyes flickered. After a while, he let out a breath slowly: "There is no ambush around."

Tang Yu spit out a cloud of smoke, and then said: "He didn't lie, the words left by black should be true."

Fang Ziming: "How do you see it?"

Tang Yu stretched out his index finger and nodded his eyes: "Micro expressions, and his small movements when speaking."

Fang Ziming recalled that person's previous performance, and then found that he hadn't figured out anything, so he gave up thinking resentfully: "Well, it seems that I have more and more things to learn."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "The place he just mentioned, do you want to go and have a look now?"

Tang Yu stubbed out the cigarette butt: "I can probably guess what black put there."

Fang Ziming smiled: "What a coincidence, I think I guessed it too."

At 233:[-] in the evening, Fang Ziming and Tang Yu found the Xinxin Internet cafe that the young people mentioned, and successfully found the desktop computer No. [-] located in the corner of the second floor of the Internet cafe.

Fang Ziming reached out and wiped the computer screen casually, then he clenched his palm into a fist and hid a small ball of light that he had pulled out from the computer in his fist, not letting the ordinary person next to him who was concentrating on playing the game People found clues.

After doing all this, the young man put his hands in his coat pockets, and went downstairs with Tang Yu happily.