After leaving Fish Street, Ai Liang rode his bicycle towards the town Mr. M mentioned.
Limited by the quality of the bicycle, Ai Liang's speed is not very fast.
Due to Mr. M's request, Ai Liang could not go to Pan Junyuan's hiding place by calling a taxi.
Although the request was reasonable, Mr. M probably didn't expect that Ai Liang didn't even have a car.
This is really hard for Ai Liang, who has no means of transportation.
"I should have borrowed a motorcycle from Shopi and the others before I left."
Looking at the location on the phone, Ai Liang sighed.
This is nearly an hour away by car, let alone by bicycle.
Ai Liang stopped the car by pressing the brake, took off his shoes and socks and tied them to the bicycle, then put the bicycle on his shoulders.
His running speed is much faster than a slow bicycle.
In order to avoid being captured by the driving recorders of passing vehicles, Ai Liang chose to leave the road and walk straight into the wilderness.
As for why I took off my shoes, it came from a lesson learned from an extreme running test.
Experiments have shown that even if the speed is slowed down and the speed is tens of meters per second, no shoes can withstand it.
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Ai Liang pushed his bicycle to the outskirts of the town. At this time, few houses had their lights on.
It seems that people here have the habit of going to bed early.
Ai Liang walked slowly along the dim street lights and finally stopped in front of a compound.
Ai Liang knocked on the iron door and soon received a message on his phone.
After giving the other party a positive reply, a gap was left in the side door, and behind the door was Pan Junyuan with a tense expression.
"Here, don't turn on the lights, be careful of being seen."
Pan Junyuan used the dim light of the mobile phone screen to guide Ai Liang. There was no difference between the light and nothing.
Pan Junyuan seemed to have noticed this. He raised his phone to turn on the flashlight, but thought of what he had just said and put it down in embarrassment.
He is irritable and has no independent opinions. Apart from his strong vigilance, he is no different from ordinary college students. To put it bluntly, he is a normal ordinary person.
Ai Liang summarized Pan Junyuan's character in his mind.
If Mr. M hadn't helped guide the operation to cover up his traces, he would have been caught in less than half a month.
No wonder Mr. M needs to find someone to assist in the operation.
"My car will be parked next to the door. Lock the door and take me into the house first. Mr. M probably has something important to say."
"Ah...yes."
Pan Junyuan lowered his voice as much as possible.
Under the leadership of Pan Junyuan, the two walked through the main room and came to the back room.
The dark night was not an obstacle. Through night vision along the way, Ai Liang could clearly see the beams covered with cobwebs and the dust thrown up by every step.
Pan Junyuan, who was leading the way, seemed to want to ease the atmosphere between the two and took the initiative to explain the hiding spot.
"This is a suburb within a suburb. Due to the lack of infrastructure, most people have moved away. There are only a few old men and old ladies. There is no need to worry too much about bounty hunters finding this place.
However, because there are few people here, everyone here knows each other, including everyone who lives in which house, so we try not to show up in front of the locals to prevent them from gossiping when they meet strangers.
And if they see someone entering or leaving the yard, they may contact the owner of the house."
"In other words, you sneaked in by picking the lock secretly. Aren't you afraid that the owner of the house will come back suddenly?"
Pan Junyuan paused and repeated the reason Mr. M said yesterday: "I...the safe house Mr. M prepared for me is here.
According to Mr. M’s investigation, the owner of the house moved to another city and has not been back for more than 20 years. If the owner shows signs of returning to China, Mr. M will notify us as soon as possible.”
It seems that this hiding spot was only temporarily determined. Otherwise, in order to ensure that the house can be used at any time, Mr. M would have to pay attention to the owner's movements 24 hours a day.
Ai Liang came to a conclusion in his mind.
Pan Junyuan pushed open the wooden door and walked into the windowless back room. The room of less than 20 square meters was filled to the brim with various items.
The piles of clay pots and wood used for making fires indicate that this is most likely a utility room.
Putting aside the belongings of the original owner, the only items belonging to Pan Junyuan were a sleeping bag, a backpack, and a laptop next to the door.
The sight in front of him made Ai Liang slightly disillusioned with his thoughts about the safe house.
The safe house in the movie may not have a sci-fi feel, but at least it has plenty of supplies, including weapons, food, and medical care. When you arrive here, it's like traveling back in time to ancient times. You don't even have a light bulb and you have to use a flashlight for lighting.
Ai Liang seriously suspected that Mr. M did not want to expose the locations of other safe houses to him, so he temporarily found such a poor place.
This can also explain why I was told on the phone that it would take a week to prepare at the earliest, but I sent a message to contact myself the next day.
Ai Liang looked around the room and couldn't find a chair that could sit on, so he just stood there and asked, "So what should we do next?"
Pan Junyuan shook his head, knelt down on his sleeping bag, and opened his laptop: "I don't know what to do next. Mr. M said that we will explain it together when you come."
While the computer was on, Ai Liang asked casually: "What do you usually do to pass the time when you don't have to evade pursuit? You shouldn't just stay in the house and do nothing."
Pan Junyuan paused while sliding his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Exercise, and... read the information Mr. M sent me."
"I know very well that my physical fitness cannot be compared with those who lick blood from the edge of a knife. Although it is too late to improvise, it is better than doing nothing. Besides..."
"Besides?" Ai Liang waited for the next step and sensed Pan Junyuan's emotions.
Pan Junyuan bit his lip and frowned: "It's nothing."
The latter two emotions are still understandable, but what do the first few emotions mean?
"The hermit is next to me now, so you can talk."
Pan Junyuan's voice pulled Ai Liang out of his thoughts.
An unknown communication software was running on the computer screen. There was only sound but no picture, which made Ai Liang a little disappointed as he was curious about Mr. M's identity.
"Now that everyone is here, I won't stop talking nonsense. I found a person, Zhao Xingsheng, 37 years old. When he was young, he was one of the thugs in the Fish Street Gambling House and was later absorbed by the Toyosaki Group. He disappeared at the same time as before.
What he did is basically consistent with the arson case, and this person has a high probability of being the real culprit."
"Where is he!"
Pan Junyuan asked loudly.
This extreme reaction made Ai Liang couldn't help but look at him twice.
"He was hidden by people from the Toyosaki Group. I have found the specific location, but there are some things that need to be explained before you take action."
Mr. M said in a serious tone: "You only have one chance. If you fail, it will be impossible to find the whereabouts of Zhao Xingsheng. And after catching Pan Junyuan, you can vent your anger, but you must not kill him."
If you still want to overthrow the Toyosaki Group and live openly in the sun, a living Zhao Xingsheng is the prerequisite for everything."