"One, two...five." Yi Song lit the number of people leaving the room, and finally confirmed that he was the only one in the room. Because he turned his back to the window, Yi Song did not move, but instead inserted a fake eye into the next door with an ornament. Yi Song saw that his quilt was twisted on the chair, and the sheets and mattresses were cruelly turned on.

Yi Song obscured a few seconds of silence for his new home, then exhaled, moaned silently, and slowly squatted down with his legs that had been spread for nearly an hour. At the same time, in order not to break the invisibility, he tried hard to control his feet and not move until his head fell completely under the window before he relaxed.

Just as he was about to teleport away, he suddenly thought of something, so he squatted out of the bedroom, put his hand on the host computer standing upright under the desk, and looked at the display screen above the desk with heartache, plugged a control guard near the corner of the wall, and then teleported back to New York.

...

A day later, Team Song, who was called in his dream, stood in Yi Song's rental house with a serious expression, and in front of him were four plainclothes with their heads down.

"You really haven't seen anyone come in?" Team Song asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Wang, tell me when did you find that the host disappeared."

"Brother Yawen, it was when I was changing shifts. I probably thought to check the situation in the house before handing over, and I called you as soon as I found out." Xiao Wang explained.

"That's when Zhang Xing and Zhang Qiang are on duty," Song Yawen looked at the first group of people watching the door, "Did you notice anything unusual?"

"Apart from blinking, my eyes never left the doors and windows." Zhang Xing, who was looking at the door, said helplessly with guilt.

Zhang Qiang, who was responsible for staring at the toilet window, nodded in agreement, with the same expression as me.

Song Yawen did not continue to hold accountable. After all, solving the problem is the most important thing. Secondly, he also believes in these subordinates, because if their abilities or attitudes are not up to standard, they will not be selected into their own team.

"The current situation is that the prisoner takes away the host computer without you noticing it." Song Yawen continued, "This shows that the target's infiltration ability is far above your reconnaissance ability. In addition, there may be important information in the host, where is the thing you said on the phone before."

"There are two, one here and the other in the toilet. We don't know this thing and dare not move around." Zhang Xing said, pointing to a columnar object about two centimeters long, the thickness of the index finger and the thickness of two corners.

When Song Yawen heard that there were two, he nodded and pinched the control guard. Then he pulled it hard, and found that the thing in his hand was still motionless. He added strength, but still did not pull it out. So he took a deep breath, lifted it up with his index finger, middle finger, and thumb three fingers. The control guard was still standing upright. Yi Song, who was peeping on the other side of the ocean, clearly saw that only the last square of the blood in his true eyes was left.

"Why don't you let me try?" Zhang Xing, who felt guilty about his dereliction of duty, hoped that he could make up for some of his mistakes, so he stepped forward and asked.

Upon hearing this, Song Yawen stood sideways.

Zhang Xing took a deep breath, pinched the control guard and pulled it hard...

"Tsk tsk." Although Yi Song couldn't hear anything, he could guess the rough situation when he saw this situation and couldn't help but observe a moment of silence for this young peer.

Five people in the room looked at the fragments on the table, staring at them with big eyes...

After a while, Yi Song discovered that another real eye had not been destroyed, and there was also a group of well-dressed people coming and going to play with some instruments at the real eye, but because the position of the eye insertion was tricky, the picture was too beautiful, Yi Song was too lazy to see it.

...

A month later, whenever Yi Song had time, he would take a short-distance bus that did not require an ID card to walk southwest. When he was tired, he would go back to the restaurant to rest, and then he walked around and arrived in Lanning.

In the evening, Yisong was strolling in the night market with his stomach after dinner. Because it was a bit cold in the winter, he couldn't help but lick the whole bowl of old friend's noodles with soup. Now he smelled sour and spicy in his mouth. He wanted to buy a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth. He looked up and saw a fruit stall in front of him. Then he thought that it seemed better to eat some light fruit, and the bowl of noodles was not very full.

So Yi Song walked up and saw what to buy at the stall. After about a minute, he said to the guy who was giggling and sending a text message to whom he didn't know: "Boss, come half a watermelon." Eating ice cream and watermelon in winter is the most enjoyable~~ At the same time, he was also very curious. Seeing papaya, star fruit, carrots, and things like plums on the stall, he thought: the scope of fruit recognition here is really wide, cucumbers and carrots are actually fruits.

The boss put away his phone and changed into a serious expression and responded with a smile: "Okay boss."

"By the way, can you cut it?" Yi Song asked.

The boss was stunned for a moment and continued to smile and said, "It's already cut."

Yi Song nodded and waited when he heard this, and was stunned for a while.

"Can the boss eat spicy food?"

Suddenly, Yi Song heard someone talking to him and replied without thinking: "It's OK." Then he was a little strange. The sound seemed to be from the boss.

"Do you want coriander?" the boss asked then

"???" Yi Song asked strangely: "Didn't I buy watermelon? Why do I need to add spicy food, and coriander?"

The boss was stunned again when he heard this. He held the spoon upside down in his palm with his right hand, and pointed at the small blackboard hanging under the cart and said, "This is sour."

Yi Song turned his gaze down along his fingers, and saw four words of fresh sour wild with white chalk shoes hanging horizontally on the blackboard. There was also a circle of neon lights around the blackboard, but maybe because the sky was not dark yet, the guy did not turn on the lights in order to save electricity.

"Oh... it's sour, you can continue." In awkward manner, Yi Song decided to buy what he bought himself and would have to finish it even while kneeling.

"I'm another out-of-towner." The young man smiled and did not say what he thought.

After the money was finished, Yi Song wanted to throw away the bag directly, but curiously, he still inserted a piece of watermelon with a tag and put it in his mouth. He felt a strange smell spreading in his mouth, and the sour and sour taste surged up. However, after all, it was the food he bought for money, Yi Song was reluctant to throw it away, and still ate it all.

"The boss has a bottle of mineral water, and then a bottle of fairy grass honey." Yi Song, who felt his mouth was swollen, came to a convenience store.

"... Below is the Ministry of Public Security...a Class B wanted order..." Yi Song took the plastic bag containing the drinks, heard the sound from the TV, and looked over curiously.

Σ(#?Д?)!!

Yi Song was shocked and angry because he saw his name on TV. In addition, although he was not as ugly as himself, he clearly remembered that the avatar on the TV was a photo on his "ID card".

Why did he become a fugitive? Yi Song didn't expect that the spy whom he just pretended to be a joke was confirmed.

"Is my plan C..." Yi Song had an ominous premonition.
Chapter completed!