The people who were following him hid in a corner, but when they came out again, Gao Dan's figure had already disappeared.
"Damn, where are they?"
"try to find!"
As the group passed the newsstand, they didn't notice the newsstand owner's sharp gaze sweep over them before he silently took the cigarette money that was placed in front of him.
Surprisingly, a small note was mixed in with the money: Address: XX, see you in half an hour.
The owner lowered his gaze and then began to tidy up the things in the newsstand.
After finishing collecting, he called out to the owner of the nearby grocery store:
"Old Wang, I have to go home for a bit. Could you keep an eye on things here for me?"
"Okay, don't worry."
Soon, the newsstand owner disappeared.
...
Gao Dan, having shaken off the group of followers, hadn't actually gone far; he was at a noodle stall under a bridge not far away.
track?
His cold, stern brows furrowed, and a cold smile seemed to appear at the corners of his hard lips.
"Comrade, your noodles with minced meat sauce are ready."
The noodle stall owner brought over a steaming bowl of noodles, and suddenly felt the temperature around him drop considerably. He couldn't help but look up at the sky.
There's no wind, so why is it so cold?
It's so late at night, could it be... oh no, really?
The elderly often say that when you suddenly feel a chill in your body, it's very likely that something has bumped into you.
Depend on!
The noodle stall owner turned pale with fright, and the bowl in his hand trembled.
Gao Dan had already recovered his composure. He reached out and took the bowl of noodles that had been swaying a few times, said a simple thank you, and began to eat.
As for the stall owner who was frightened by his own actions, he took a deep breath and ran back to the stove to whisper to the woman next to him.
"Honey, shall we pack up and call it a day?"
The woman was washing dishes and didn't seem to care much about what her husband was saying: "Why are you washing dishes? It's still early. Your son is waiting to earn enough money for his school fees."
Otherwise, who would set up a stall on the street in such cold weather during the Lunar New Year?
Everyone has their difficulties.
Due to the pressures of life, the Spring Festival is no different from any other day.
cough.
The male boss slumped to the side and said nothing more.
But in his heart, he thought, "Why don't I go to a temple in a couple of days, on the first day of the lunar new year? To ward off evil spirits and avoid running into those unclean things again."
Pfft, bro, are you possessed by a drama queen?
Where do so many ghosts come from in the world?
Commander Gao had already stood up and left, completely unaware of the deep shadow he had cast on the noodle stall owner!
A cold wind was blowing. Gao Dan, carrying a backpack, pulled his collar up as he walked out of the noodle stall, his gaze fixed on a certain spot.
There was less than half of the agreed-upon half hour remaining.
However, that's enough to deal with this bunch of tails!
Since we've followed them all the way from Kyoto to this province, how can we face them if we don't meet them?
...
In the old alley, several people looked around.
"Where did they go? Damn, did they grow wings or something?"
"Brother, what do we do now?"
"What else can we do? Of course we have to keep looking! If we don't find it, would you dare go back?"
Hmm... It seems I really don't have the guts.
Suddenly, at that moment, a clear, cold voice rang out:
"Are you looking for me?"
Forehead?
In the blink of an eye, Gao Dan's figure appeared in front of them.
It scared a group of people:
"You...you...how...?"
Damn, is this person some kind of devil? He walks without making a sound.
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