Chapter 90 The Mouse Was Frightened
He sighed, took out an old anonymous phone card from the drawer, handed it to Wu Suowei, and quickly wrote an address on it.
"Here, take the card. This address is the old house of a distant cousin of mine, in the south of the city. The tenants change frequently, so it's a mess. You can go there first to avoid the limelight. Is the money enough? I still have some..."
Wu Suowei took the phone card and address as if he had grabbed a talisman.
He can't take Xiao Shuai's money, Xiao Shuai has a hard time too.
The instinct of stinginess and loyalty to brotherhood were fighting, but fear finally prevailed.
He had to keep the money and run away.
Wu Suowei pushed away the money Jiang Xiaoshuai handed over: "I have it! Enough! Thanks, brother!"
He quickly took out the old SIM card, broke it, flushed it down the toilet, and replaced it with a new one.
His movements were so agile that he didn't seem like someone who had just collapsed.
The will to survive overwhelmed the weakness brought by fear.
"I'm leaving now! I can't stay here any longer! What if they find you here..." He hurriedly packed up his meager belongings - a tattered backpack.
Jiang Xiaoshuai sent him to the back door and looked around.
"Be careful! If there is anything... send me a message using the new number! Don't call! Contact me anytime!" He watched Wu Suowei's thin figure quickly disappear in the rain and the depths of the messy alley, and closed the door worriedly.
Wu Suowei completely turned into a frightened bird and began a life of constant fear and panic on the run.
Every footstep approaching the door of the rental house made him hold his breath, his heart beating like a drum, and he tightly grasped the cheap fruit knife he bought from the flea market in his hand.
Any black car that stopped outside the window would make his hair stand on end. He would immediately lie down on the ground and stare through the gap in the curtains, not daring to breathe until the car drove away.
Sleep? He didn't dare to fall into a deep sleep at all. The slightest movement would make him sit up in a startle, sweating profusely.
The fear of snakes is infinitely magnified. Seeing ropes, belts, or even eels on the eel stall in the vegetable market will cause palpitations and nausea.
He strictly enforces his own "safety regulations":
I only lived in the south of the city for three days, but when I noticed a few unfamiliar faces downstairs, I immediately packed up and left.
Next are the even more dilapidated tube-shaped buildings, self-built houses in urban-rural fringe areas, and even construction site sheds that are paid on a daily basis.
Accommodation is never fixed for more than a week.
When going out, always plan three or more different routes in advance, and never go in a straight line.
Take a bus and get off after two stops and transfer to another one, or go to a vegetable market or wholesale market with a large flow of people and use the complex terrain to shake off possible "tails".
Frequently turn suddenly while walking, enter small shops, or cross the street quickly, and look behind you.
The mobile phone film stall that had just started to pick up momentum has closed down completely.
All sources of information that could connect him to the past were cut off.
He merged into the crowd like a drop of water, trying hard to erase his own traces.
I eat the cheapest steamed buns, drink tap water, and wish I could break every penny into eight petals.
Every penny of his savings is his capital for escape and his hope of survival.
Being stingy becomes a life-saving skill at times like this.
I only dared to use my new number to send Jiang Xiaoshuai a short encrypted message to report my safety, and never called him.
Looking at the information continuously reported by his men:
"The target appeared in the south of the city, renting room X, unit X, building XX."
"The target moved away three days later and his whereabouts are unknown."
"The suspected target appeared at the Chengxi Wholesale Market, buying daily necessities, but disappeared after blending into the crowd."
"The target appeared at the XX bus stop, took bus No. XX, and got off at the XX market two stops later. The surveillance footage was lost after entering the market."
The cigarette between Chi Cheng's fingers was burning, and the smoke blurred the emotions surging in his eyes.
Annoyed? A little.
But what is more important is the completely aroused, almost excited hunting desire.
Wu Suowei was more slippery and interesting than he had imagined.
This kind of dodging and scheming resistance not only did not make him lose interest, but instead aroused an unprecedented desire for control, like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake.
He enjoyed the feeling of the chase, watching his prey struggle in vain under his net.
He wanted to see how long this little mouse could hide and what new tricks it could come up with.
He enjoyed the process of being in control of the situation and watching the other party exhaust their energy.
Finding him is a matter of time. No rush.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette. His voice was inexpressible, yet filled with absolute authority. "Keep following him. Post people around every possible point of contact he might have. Place people around the clinic of his friend Jiang Xiaoshuai. Don't alarm him. I want to know every place he stays and every move he makes. Also..."
He paused, his eyes deep, "Check Wang Shuo. He 'ran into' Wu Suowei that day and 'kindly' took him to the pet store. What a coincidence."
A text message was sent silently, with only the cold time and location coordinates in its content.
He was reminding the little mouse: I know where you are and I can come anytime.
Wu Suowei was wearing the most inconspicuous old clothes, a tattered hat, and with his head lowered, he quickly moved among the crowd of people buying vegetables.
He needs to buy the cheapest vegetable leaves to survive.
The crowded environment made him feel a little safer, but his nerves were still highly tense.
He glanced around quickly, like a wary rabbit.
Suddenly, an almost instinctive, creepy feeling crawled up my spine!
He looked up suddenly, as if he was being stared at by some extremely dangerous beast!
Across the bustling crowd, at the entrance of the morning market, a tall and straight figure was leaning against a black car that was out of place in this messy environment.
Although it was just a silhouette, that outline, that cold aura emanating from his body that could be felt even from a distance - Chi Cheng!
Wu Suowei's heart suddenly stopped beating!
The blood rushed to the top of the head in an instant and froze into ice in the next second!
He was frozen in place as if under a spell.
Chi Cheng's eyes seemed to casually sweep across the bustling morning market, like a beast patrolling its territory.
Of course he knew that Wu Suowei was inside, and his subordinates' information was very accurate.
He was not in a hurry to go in and catch anyone, but instead enjoyed this feeling of oppression "from a distance".
He believed that his presence was strong enough for the sensitive little mouse to sense.
He deliberately did not hide himself.
Chi Cheng seemed to sense the frightened gaze and turned his head slowly and accurately.
Through the crowd of people, his eyes penetrated the distance and accurately locked onto the stiff, pale, thin figure in the crowd.
Their eyes met.
Those bottomless eyes, filled with scrutiny and amusement!
It’s him! He really came!
The huge fear instantly took away all of Wu Suowei's strength and ability to think!
Run! Run!
Wu Suowei turned around suddenly almost instinctively!
He didn't even care about the potatoes he knocked over at the nearby vegetable stall!
Like a stone shot from a slingshot, he used all his strength to dive into the depths of the denser and more chaotic crowd in the completely opposite direction of Chi Cheng's position!
Stumbling and falling, panicking, he just wanted to escape from that cold gaze that seemed to be real as soon as possible!
The back figure looked extremely embarrassed and panicked.
Chi Cheng looked at the panicked figure that instantly disappeared in the chaotic crowd, and the determined curve at the corner of his mouth deepened.
He slowly took out his phone and sent a message: "The mouse got scared and went back into its hole. Keep an eye on the new hole."
Then he opened the car door and got in.
The car started slowly and drove away from the bustling morning market.
Don't worry, he has plenty of patience.
He is addicted to this game.
The more the prey struggles, the sweeter the taste will be when it finally falls into the net.
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