Zhang Heng ran to the end of the alley with the little boy in his arms.
"There is a folding ladder inside the trash can that can be put up on the wall. You go up first and then pull me up." The little boy said.
"Maybe there's an easier way."
Zhang Heng took off his coat and tied the little boy tightly to his chest. Then he stepped directly on the trash can, jumped onto the wall, and climbed over to the other side before the police arrived.
"...right hand, the monitor there was destroyed by me two days ago." The little boy paused and continued to guide the direction.
Zhang Heng didn't waste any time and ran directly to the path on the right.
"Turn left and pay attention to the camera next door. You can avoid it by sticking to the wall."
The little boy seemed to be very familiar with the nearby area, and he planned an escape route that would not be photographed under countless surveillance cameras.
Ten minutes later, the two of them were far away from the location of the previous incident, and there were no more sirens behind them.
"Hey, can you put me down?" the little boy frowned.
The two people's current posture is a bit ambiguous, with their upper bodies touching each other. In order not to fall off, the little boy had to clamp Zhang Heng's waist with his legs. In addition, he had to keep tilting his head to observe the route, which caused her neck and thighs to fall. All a little sore.
Returning to the ground, she moved her neck and then looked at Zhang Heng.
"I didn't have time to ask before, who are you and why did you save me?"
"My personality has not changed after all these years. In this case, you should say thank you to me first." Zhang Heng said.
"It's not too late to figure out your purpose. Maybe you are from Black Nest, just like the pair of policemen before. They pretended to be a couple to arrest me, and you pretended to be a good Samaritan who helped me. You want to use If you approach me this way, who knows if you have ulterior motives, and don’t talk to me in that tone, making it look like we know each other very well."
The little boy wanted to fix his hair, but her hands were handcuffed behind her back.
Although she was as tough as ever, Zhang Heng still got a lot of information from her words. This time the parallel copy was different from the past. It was no longer about the past but about the "future", and the little boy looked like It was the same as his first meeting, so there is a high probability that this so-called "future" is deduced based on the past without player activity.
"You are from the 01 Guerrillas, right?"
"This is obvious. We are the only ones in the city still resisting CTOS."
"By throwing rocks at the camera?"
"…………"
"Are you kidding us?"
"No, I admire you very much. How about Philip and Waldo? Are they also with you? There are also magicians and semi-prime numbers."
Hearing these names, the little boy's expression changed, "Are you really here to cause trouble?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Don't you usually watch the news? It was a waste of money for Black Nest to hire you as an undercover agent."
"Ha, are you still in the news? Well...it seems that I urgently need to catch up on what has happened over the years." Zhang Heng said, "How about we make a deal?"
"What deal?"
"I'll help you open the handcuffs on your hands, and you can answer a few questions for me. You don't have to say anything if you think it's too sensitive."
"Hehe, I can open the handcuffs without your help." The little boy snorted.
Before Zhang Heng could speak, a passerby passed by and saw the little boy and the handcuffs on her hands, with a look of suspicion on his face.
"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone so good?" Zhang Heng lifted the little boy up against the wall with one hand and unzipped her sportswear with the other hand.
"Shameless!" the passerby cursed in a low voice and left in a hurry.
"Look, it's not just the camera's problem now. You look like you can't even take a few steps." Zhang Heng zipped up his sportswear again.
The little boy's expression changed several times, and after a while he said, "Can you really open my handcuffs?"
Zhang Heng looked at the type of handcuffs and said, "Of course, do you have a wallet?"
"In my right pocket."
What surprised Zhang Heng was that there was no credit card in the little boy's wallet, it was all cash.
"They can know where and when you went and what you bought based on your credit card consumption records. They can even compare it with other people's credit card records to find out who you met. Only banknotes are the safest. of."
"You're right." Zhang Heng folded a brand-new euro into a slender strip of paper, inserted it into the slot, and then opened the handcuffs in the opposite direction. The next moment, the handcuffs were opened along with the euro.
"Who are you, a murderer, a thief, a gang member?"
"It's just a little trick I learned from watching videos online."
"Aren't you afraid of being monitored by them when you browse videos like this?"
"I don't live here."
"Really? You're lucky." The little boy took off the handcuffs and moved his wrists. Then he looked at Zhang Heng. She stared at the latter for a long time, as if she wanted to see someone's face. Why? After half a minute, he said, "Follow me."
"Where to go?"
"My place is safer there."
Zhang Heng followed the little boy to her apartment. It was an old house with mottled walls. When he looked up, he could see mold on the ceiling. There was no elevator. The door had the most ordinary mechanical lock. The little boy took it out of his pocket. Take out the key and open the door.
This is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. However, unlike the appearance of the old and dilapidated staircase, the house is very tidy. Although the area is not large, it is very warmly decorated. There is also a British shorthair nestled on the sofa, listening to He didn't even look up when the door opened.
"The first thing is," the little boy opened the door of the microwave oven, "put in all the smart devices that can be connected to the Internet."
"I don't have a smart device." Zhang Heng said.
"you are lying."
"You can search me if you don't believe me."
The little boy frowned, but he didn't trust someone because of this. Instead, he really touched his body to confirm that he was not lying, and then said, "Sit down wherever you want."
There was only one sofa in the living room, and it had been claimed by Ying Duan. Zhang Heng wisely did not infringe on the Yuan Devouring Beast's territory and sat down on a stool at the dining table next to it.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Cafe."
"No."
"Where's the tea?"
"nor."
"Then just plain water."
"good."
Three minutes later, the little boy heated up the milk and poured a cup for himself and Zhang Heng. Then he picked up the lazy British shorthair on the sofa and sat down opposite Zhang Heng. "What do you want to know?"
"Where is Edward?"
"You actually know this name?" A look of vigilance appeared on the little boy's face, "And you said you are not from Black Nest."
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