The morning of July 14th.

Bi Fang did not participate in the live broadcast of the hunting season and gave the same reason as before.

After repairing in the town, you need to wait until the fourth day before returning to the forest for live broadcast.

In the live broadcast room, a large number of viewers who saw the leave announcement wailed, and barrages came one after another, erupting like a tidal wave.

The deep resentment contained in it is frightening to everyone who sees it, especially when it is mixed in multiple languages, which makes it even more terrifying.

【Holy shit, asking for leave again? 】

[Lao Fang really doesn’t worry about others surpassing him]

【Lazy, lazy, you are too lazy!】

[Mr. Fang, please give me some. I’m an addict. I feel so uncomfortable every day. I feel like there’s a cat in my heart without even looking at it. I’m short of breath and my heart is scratching. I couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night and I scratched every piece of my body.

Skin】

【Quit it, it won’t work.】

[We also know that we should quit, but we really can’t bear it. Mr. Fang, I know you are soft-hearted and a kind person. Please give me some help to get through this period. I will definitely quit next time. Mr. Fang~~ Error, Mr. Fang

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Since ancient times, barrage has produced talents, and Bi Fang has always liked the comments of netizens.

Putting aside the tablet full of barrage, Bi Fang picked up his backpack and walked out of the hotel openly. This was the difference between him and Richard and others.

When Bi Fang goes out, no one is watching him at all, unless he is a fan. Fans are easy to get rid of. First, he needs to track the top special forces. I'm afraid these fans also have a system.

The backpack was stuffed to the brim. Bi Fang held the map in his hand and walked to the corresponding location according to the red circles on it. Then he put down the backpack, took out the camera he had brought with him, climbed up the big tree, and fixed it at the highest point with a wide view.

good.

Bi Fang sat on a branch, looking at the bay in the distance, holding the headset and shouting: "How about the angle of view? Can you see clearly?"

"A little further up, there are branches blocking it." The computer was placed on Jarrett's lap, and he was remotely controlling Bifang through the screen above.

Bi Fang readjusted the camera position: "Okay, what now?"

"It's too high again, go down a little bit, yes, okay, this is where it is now, and it can be fixed."

Bi Fang walked around the branches, came behind the tree, tightened the fixing bolts, and stuck them firmly on the trunk. Then he slid down the trunk and quickly fell to the ground.

In addition to Dolphin Bay, there are still many places that need to be decorated.

Dolphin Bay is just one of the bloodiest and most notorious massacre sites. During the dolphin fishing season every year, the water here is blood red.

Without any exaggeration or rhetoric.

Really, blood red.

From the satellite map, the entire Dolphin Bay looks like a sea of ​​blood.

When Bi Fang saw it for the first time in his previous life, he truly understood that rivers of blood and rivers of blood were not just an idiom on paper, but a scene that existed in reality.

"Phew, another one has been solved."

Bi Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was too hot today. It was better in the forest. There was no heat island effect and there were many places to enjoy the shade. However, Bi Fang's activity level was not small, and in order to prevent scratches, he could not

Wear shorts and short sleeves.

"Is anyone following you today?"

After installing another camera, Bi Fang sat on a stone, took a drink of water and rested, holding down the headset and asking.

Bi Fang was operating in the dark, so he naturally needed someone in the open to attract the attention of the local residents. The more fierce Richard and the others resisted, the more attention they would attract.

In contrast, Bi Fang's actions are safer and more concealed.

But it shouldn’t be too intense. The scene where Richard’s car was blown up was still vivid in my mind. Everyone was trembling with fear, as if they were walking on a tightrope, carefully grasping the scale.

Exposing everything here is everyone's wish, but this does not mean that everyone is mentally prepared to sacrifice.

Whether it's wallet pickpocketing, other misdemeanors, criminal or terrorist acts, almost all criminals conduct some level of surveillance on their targets before committing the crime.

They focus on observing their target's every move, but in fact, during this time, the criminals themselves are extremely exposed - especially if their target is constantly alert and extremely sensitive to their surroundings.

Richard's team, which set foot in Japan for the second time, knew this matter very well. They knew how unpopular they were in Taiji Town.

It even felt like everyone who glanced over secretly was a resident responsible for keeping tabs, or a member of the community, ready to take out a switchblade from his pocket and hit them at any time.

No police will come to help them, and even after death the perpetrators will not be found.

He was stabbed more than 20 times in the back, and was ultimately determined to be a suicide. Such a ridiculous thing could really happen.

"How could it not be?" Jarrett smiled bitterly, pressed down the computer slightly, and opened the car window.

Beside the road, a man wearing sunglasses and wearing all black held a video recorder in his hand. He squatted on the ground and stared directly at Richard and others who were driving by, turning his head without concealing it.

As the two sides passed each other, they gave Richard and others a middle finger as they rolled down the window.

Full of provocation.

Richard looked in the rearview mirror and saw that it was already the third car following them today: "Just the license plate number, we have written down seven or eight."

"When we first arrived, we didn't know who was following him."

A few days ago, Richard and others only knew that they were being watched and followed, but they had no idea who was following them.

Whether it was whalers or a Japanese society, I have no clue.

Until this morning, Bifang taught Mandy how to find a stalker and locked in a special person.

Bi Fang told Mandy that if he wanted to confirm who was following him, he needed to take a multi-pronged approach while following the tedd principle.

The so-called tedd principle refers to time, environment, distance, and demeanor.

Time: Do you see the same person or group of people repeatedly in different settings?

To determine if this is the case, keep an eye on the time throughout the day.

Environment: Notice people whose clothing or body language doesn’t fit in with their surroundings?

Distance: Will the same group of people appear in two locations that are far apart?

For example, is this person the man wearing sunglasses who appeared at the community canteen 10 minutes ago, perhaps not looking suspicious, or is he the one who appeared two hours ago?

Behavior: In the field of surveillance, "behavior" refers to behavior and appearance. Look for people whose clothing or behavior doesn't blend in with their surroundings.

Frequently change your work schedule or walking route to confirm whether you are being followed.

Based on these, look for those "coincidences" that appear repeatedly at different times and places.

At the same time, be very careful - make the criminals believe that they just accidentally lost the target, rather than that the target is deliberately avoiding them.

The simplest thing is to go shopping in a distant supermarket to rule out the possibility of coincidence in order to confirm whether you have been monitored - and then go to another area to do some errands to test your speculation.

Keeping these rules in mind, Mandy successfully targeted one person.

I happened to meet a Japanese tourist who spoke English and asked him if he knew the guy standing by the road. If he didn't know, could he help them?

The tourists were not too vigilant, but were happy to help Richard and others.

The final answer was.

That guy is the director of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"The people following us are not social organizations or whalers, but the police." Richard touched his chin, "They have regarded us as criminals."

"Is there any way to get rid of these guys? Old Fang, can you give me a trick? They are as annoying as rats!" Jarrett angrily grabbed the communication channel and yelled.

He could hardly stand this atmosphere anymore. He was being watched wherever he went.

Jarrett has always wondered whether he was also photographed when he went to the toilet, and he would use this to threaten them to leave Japan.

Bi Fang pondered for a moment: "Yes, there is, but if you do it, you may not be successful. Moreover, the police have been dispatched, and their people are everywhere. Even if they get rid of them, if you don't plan to hide, you will still be able to do it quickly."

will be found."

"I don't care, I must get rid of them now and give them some color!"

Bifang nodded, understanding what Jarrett meant.

This kind of action is too humiliating, and everyone is angry. Even if they will be caught up soon, they still have to give these guys some color.

"Then turn off all your mobile phones." Bi Fang gave the order through the headset.

Everyone in the car followed suit.

"Tune the station to an FM station that is outside the receiving frequency."

Mandy turned the knob and the car radio soon turned to a buzzing sound with no pickup.

"How's it going? Apart from the sizzling sound, do you hear a ticking sound? Listen carefully." Bifang turned off the headset and temporarily lost contact with Richard and others.

After a while, the headset reconnected.

Richard's deep voice sounded: "Yes."

"What does this mean?" Mandy exclaimed. He believed that Bifang was definitely not intentional and that the ticking sound must have some meaning.

Bi Fang sighed.
To be continued...