With the help of the disguise items in the storage compartment, Jian Jing got rid of the pursuers as quickly as possible.

But she still couldn't relax.

Although South Korea does not have a real-name system, she still had to use her passport to fly back to the country. As long as the 3Q Group notified the customs, she would be detained as soon as she arrived at the airport.

Otherwise, ask the embassy for help?

Jian Jing thought about it and decided not to do so. She didn't know much about Korean law. If they fabricated a crime to detain her, the embassy would be powerless. Extradition was not that easy.

Who knows what would happen if she fell into their hands.

She had to find a way to leave by herself.

But she was unfamiliar with the place and had no idea what to do. She had to find a helper.

Uncle Park Min-cheol was the best choice.

Jian Jing thought they would not be let go so easily, so she went back to the hospital to look for someone. Unexpectedly, she saw the reporter climbing down from the air conditioner.

The two bodyguards drew their guns and opened fire.

The reporter fell into the creek behind the hospital with a splash.

Blood floated to the surface of the water. The bodyguards observed for a moment and then retreated.

Jian Jing wrapped herself in a cheap scarf bought on the roadside and walked slowly downstream. After a while, she saw a dark shadow slowly floating up. She observed carefully for a moment and then climbed ashore trembling.

"Agassi." She leaned over the railing and greeted with a smile, "See you again."

Park Min-cheol was startled and almost fell down. However, Jian Jing had taken off her disguise mask and only put on heavy makeup. If you are familiar with her, it is not difficult to recognize her facial features.

"Miss Jian?" He breathed a sigh of relief, "Help me."

Jian Jing stretched out her hand and pulled him up: "It seems that you were not shot."

"Almost, luckily I put a rice bowl under my clothes." Park Minzhe is also a talented person. The hospital issued stainless steel bowls for meals. He hid two and put them on his chest and back as a bulletproof vest, so he was not shot to death.

Jian Jing looked at the blood on his clothes: "Blood plasma bag?"

Park Minzhe nodded.

"Smart." She praised, "You have a lot of experience."

The reporter smiled bitterly: "You have a lot of experience. You have to be rich."

Jian Jing: "You can't stay here for long. Do you have a reliable place to go?"

"Come with me."

Park Min-cheol entered the TV station at the age of 22 and worked there until he was 37. He has reported countless news of all sizes, including scandals of big chaebols.

Of course, this cannot be obtained through normal channels. It always involves some gray areas.

Park Min-cheol borrowed a public phone and contacted a friend, asking him to drive to Busan to pick someone up. Jian

Jing asked him if he could get a fake certificate, which she needed to buy a ticket back home.

"I can ask for you, but I can't guarantee it." Park Min-cheol said, "Ms. Jian, to be honest, our situation is not optimistic."

He got straight to the point: "As far as I know, 3Q Group has contacts with many members of parliament. Once they are determined to shut us up, we will be in big trouble."

Jian Jing asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Jin Lan'er and Liu Xiuzhi have a backstage to protect them, so they shouldn't be as unlucky as me." He wiped his glasses and thought for a while before saying, "Of course, the first thing I think about is to save my life, but to be honest, if 3Q Group doesn't fall, even if I can return to the TV station, I still have to be prepared for suicide at any time."

"So?"

Park Min-cheol said bluntly: "I want to know the truth about this shipwreck."

"This is a conspiracy of the séance." Jian Jing said, "an evil sacrifice."

"Sure enough." He breathed a sigh of relief, "Is there any evidence?"

Jian Jing smiled: "Of course, do you want it?"

"If you believe me." He said seriously, "I want to report this matter, not only for me, but also for the people on the ship. They can't die in obscurity."

Jian Jing asked: "Will the TV station dare to report it?"

He paused.

"You should know that the séance is not only related to the 3Q Group. The captain called for help at first, but it was impossible to get through." She reminded gently, "Things are more complicated than you think."

Park Min-cheol nodded, but he didn't show much surprise. He insisted, "Even if that's the case, I have to try."

"Okay." Jian Jing said straightforwardly, "I will send you the information I have, but I don't recommend taking action now."

Park Min-cheol agreed with her: "Leave here first."

Busan and Seoul are far away on the map, but they are actually very close. They stayed in the country and didn't leave the province. In about two hours, Park Min-cheol's friend arrived.

He didn't ask what he wanted the car for, he would leave after sending it to him.

Park Min-cheol asked Jian Jing whether he wanted a passport or a landing permit. The former required customs clearance, which was a bit troublesome, but the latter could be bought for real.

Jian Jing said, "It has to be real."

Park Min-cheol found another friend and bought a real resident registration certificate from him. The origin of the certificate was unclear. It might be lost or dead. The age was about the same as Jian Jing. If you pay more, you can get a fake passport.

He also got one for himself. He looked the same as a middle-aged man with a beard.

"Now 3Q is strictly checking in Busan. We can't go directly." Park Min-cheol said, "Let's go to Jeju Island. There are many Chinese people there, and visas are exempted. It's most convenient for you to go there. It's better not to use a passport."

Jian Jing agreed.

You can't take a plane to Jeju Island. You still have to drive. On the way, I met a traffic policeman who checked my driver's license. Fortunately, it was not connected to the Internet. He let me go after checking my ID.

However, when she arrived at Jeju Island, Jian Jing found that all the air and boat tickets to China were out of stock.

"This is a problem." Park Min-cheol looked at Jian Jing and asked her what to do.

Jian Jing decided to play along.

She borrowed the bathroom of a cafe, took off her makeup and changed her clothes, restored her original appearance, showed up openly, and even arrogantly posted on Weibo to report that she was safe.

Jian Jing V:

The scenery of Jeju Island is really nice.

[Selfie.JPG]

I chose to send it half an hour later, and then retreated quickly.

"Go back to Busan." She said to Park Min-cheol.

——

Jian Jing's microblog report that she was safe made many people feel relieved. This at least proved that she was still alive and did not seem to be under house arrest.

Netizens commented one after another, hoping that she would return home as soon as possible and explain what happened on the cruise ship.

But she did not reply to these messages.

Kang Mucheng called her phone, but it was still turned off.

He wanted to try again, but another call came in.

"Stop calling. Teacher Jian doesn't dare to turn on her phone in South Korea." Ji Feng seemed to know what he was doing and said straight to the point, "She is afraid of being located, so she must be locked up all the time."

Kang Mucheng asked, "Can she come back safely?"

Ji Feng: "Since she can run away, she can't be caught later. South Korea is at least 100,000 square kilometers. It's not easy to find someone."

"She is alone abroad..." Kang Mucheng took a deep breath, "Can she be brought back through the embassy?"

"If I wanted to contact her, I would have contacted her a long time ago." Ji Feng was not optimistic, "In my opinion, she can't leave Jeju Island. She will most likely return to Busan and take a boat to Japan from there. If you are worried, go to Fukuoka, maybe you can meet her."

There was no other way now, Kang Mucheng immediately said, "Okay, I'll go now."

Ji Feng hung up the phone.

——The

next morning, Jian Jing boarded a ferry to Fukuoka, Japan.

Just as Ji Feng guessed, she posted on Weibo to lure 3Q people to Jeju Island, making them mistakenly believe that she had no passport and could only sneak back to China in this way.

However, in reality, she disguised herself as the girl on the resident landing permit and went to Japan as a Korean.

Korean passports allow 90 days of visa-free travel to Japan, which is a little more convenient than China.

Of course, her passport was fake, and when she left the customs, she had to give all her spare US dollars as a tip, and then people turned a blind eye and let her pass.

Anyway, the boss was looking for a Chinese girl, and the one who gave the money spoke fluent Korean, and her demeanor was no different from that of a local girl, and she was not suspicious at all.

So she passed the customs smoothly.

The temperature in November is already very low, and the sea breeze is stiff, blowing on the face like a steel knife shaving. But no matter how cold the air outside is, it is more comfortable than the warm air mixed with human body odor indoors.

"You actually dare to take the ferry." Park Minzhe stood far away, almost not daring to approach the railing, "I have a psychological shadow."

Jian Jing didn't care: "What is there to be afraid of? Are you afraid that there are monsters on this ship?"

Park Minzhe smiled bitterly and walked over slowly: "Yes, I am afraid. I don't want to experience the same thing for the second time in my life."

Jian Jing smiled: "There won't be a second time."

"I hope so." He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. The nicotine took effect, and he seemed to calm down a little. He asked her, "What is that monster? Is it something summoned by the necromancer?"

"You can think so."

He asked, "What do they want to do?"

Jian Jing said, "Isn't it clearly written in the script? Eternal life."

"The script..." Park Minzhe pondered for a while and shook his head, "It happened only three days ago, but I actually feel like it was a lifetime ago. I can't remember any details at all. Don't you think it's strange?"

"People have self-protection mechanisms. It's normal to forget scary things." Jian Jing called Liu Hai who was talking nonsense, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have a sick wife or child, the kind that is dying?"

Park Minzhe was stunned: "Why do you ask this?"

Jian Jing asked back: "What do you think?"

"I see." He flicked off the cigarette ash. "You doubted me."

"Immortality is an old joke. Asia has the elixir of life, Europe has vampires, and the United States put a sci-fi coat on it and called it genetic engineering. There is actually no difference." Jian Jing said slowly, "Since ancient times, health and longevity have been what mankind has been pursuing."

"Everyone wants health, but not necessarily immortality. Besides, I don't believe it at all." Park Min-chul said, "Only those superstitious guys believe in gods."

"You don't believe it?"

"I don't believe it."

"Then do you want money?" she asked, "Do you want to be a senior executive at a TV station? Do you want to go into politics? Do you want to be a superior person?"

Park Min-chul paused and turned his head to stare at her.

Jian Jing asked, "Did 3Q Group promise to give you these things?"

"Yes," he admitted, but said, "I didn't promise, do you believe it?"

Jian Jing looked at him and smiled, "Yes."

Park Minzhe raised his eyebrows.

"If you are a pawn arranged by 3Q Group, I can't get on this ship." Jian Jing brushed off all the temptations lightly and looked at the looming horizon in the distance, "Fukuoka is almost here."

Park Minzhe said "um" and stopped one and a half meters away from her.

Jian Jing turned her head.

He said, "The engine of the ship is so loud, if someone fired a gun, no passenger would hear it."

"So?" She was curious.

"I was wondering if you would shoot."

Jian Jing smiled: "You also suspect me."

"Why not?" Park Min-cheol said coldly, "You know what that thing is. As soon as you got on the ship, you flirted with the people from the 3Q Group, and happened to appear in the place where I escaped. Is it strange to suspect you?"

"Not strange." She wanted to laugh for some reason, "Then let's keep this distance to Fukuoka, how about it?"

Park Min-cheol: "It's better."

So, the two of them kept a distance that they could see each other, and blew the cold wind on the deck for nearly an hour, and finally stepped onto Japanese territory safely.

Jian Jing said: "We will separate here, give me an email, and I will send you the information."

Park Min-cheol opened the cigarette box and wrote a Google email.

Jian Jing stuffed it into his pocket and said, "Goodbye."

He plunged into the crowd without hesitation.

Jian Jing was calmer than him and walked around the pier twice to make sure there were no stalkers. Then he put on a disguise mask in the toilet, changed his clothes, and took a taxi to leave.

The driver asked, "Where are you going?"

Jian Jing picked a coffee shop blindly.

The distance was not far, but the fare was so high that she was dumbfounded.

"Uh," she felt her pockets, and all the US dollars she had previously stuffed into customs, and there was not enough change left, "Can I scan the code?"

The driver looked alert: "Only cash is accepted."

"Then wait for me." She went straight into a drugstore, found a girl from a tour group, borrowed their website to log into her account, and wanted to find someone to exchange some cash.

There were a lot of unread messages in WeChat, and one of them was actually very useful.

Ji Feng: [199XXXXXXXXX, the password is the one you played a trick on me that day, it’s inconvenient to use your own identity, so scan this]

A small WeChat account!

It’s so timely.

Jian Jing quickly switched accounts, found a girl without any pressure, and scanned the code to exchange for cash. She

paid the fare smoothly.

A message popped up on the small account: [Are you in Japan? ]

At this speed, the bank card must have been tied up.

Her: [I’ll go back and return your money]

Ji Feng: [Kang Mucheng is looking for you, be careful, don’t get targeted]

Her: [Aren’t you curious?]

Ji Feng: [Not curious]

She: [Then get out]

Ji Feng didn’t reply, and she was so angry that she almost blocked him.

But on second thought, blocking him was too cheap, so she decisively went back to the drugstore to buy things.

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Ding Dong, [Your account with the last digit XXXX spent 748 yuan]

Ding Dong, [Your account with the last digit XXXX spent 481 yuan]

Ding Dong, [Your account with the last digit XXXX spent...]

Ji Feng muted the notifications on her phone to avoid the endless vibration.

Lao Gao was surprised: "Why do you have so many text messages?"

Ji Feng: "I bought something on Double Eleven, and they asked me to give a good review."

Lao Gao just asked casually, and immediately thought about Jian Jing again: "I don't know if Teacher Jian is a good person, she is a little weird."

"She will be back soon." Ji Feng said, "Don't worry."