The silence of the drone seemed to be sleeping secretly during class and was suddenly woken up by a blackboard wipe. Before I could come back to my senses, I heard the teacher’s reactions when the student asked the question “Drone classmate, please answer the teacher’s question just now”.

I took the lead in breaking the silence and deliberately said with the feeling of questioning his ability: "You don't know, do you?"

"How could this be?" He was not angry when he said this, and it felt like someone was hitting his knee with a hammer. He spitted out this sentence without even reacting. After saying it, he laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Even you?"

"Yes, even I actually tried to collect information about the sheepskin killer, but he was so weird that he ran around the city in sheepskin. Somehow there was no second witness." His tone was filled with doubts like a stinky leftover rice.

"That's a bit of trouble." I began to think about whether to replace a drone and know the whereabouts of a living sacrifice, the wanted criminal. Well, it's the same thing for me.

But he said first, "But I know who knows."

"you say."

“‘Adam’,” he said.

"I haven't heard of this person."

"Of course you haven't heard of it. He was an underground intelligence agent who debuted this year, and you haven't moved for a year."

"So, is he reliable?" I asked.

"At least the information he sold is relatively credible," he replied, "but there are also some not-so-good rumors about him."

"You mean?"

He paused for two or three seconds, then in the way he leaned close to your ear, lowered his voice and whispered, "I heard that he had betrayed his partner."

*

I finally decided to get in touch with that "Adam" first.

I hate the people who betrayed my partner, but first of all, what the drone said was nothing but hearsay and there was no conclusion; secondly, I was not going to be a partner with Adam, just doing transactions and trading information; finally, when I heard the drone complaining about the sheepskin killer, I recalled the appearance of the sheepskin killer on the wanted page of the Public Security Bureau, and I had a clear idea of ​​his purpose and method of avoiding the crowd, thus increasing his importance to him by a level.

Maybe what I really need is such a living sacrifice.

According to the unwritten rules in the black area of ​​Beaver City, the drone did not directly hand over Adam's contact information to me, but instead he would first contact Adam, and then Adam decided whether to contact me.

Not long after, my "working phone" received an unknown call. I connected.

"Hello." A very obvious mechanical mixed sound came from the opposite side of the phone. It seemed that he was a guy who valued the confidentiality of his true identity.

"You are Adam, right?" I said in a sure tone.

"Yes." Adam's tone was as unsubjective as the sound made when he rubbed a plastic bag vigorously. "Who are you?"

"Didn't the drone tell you?"

"No."

"That means you don't need to know who I am." I said bluntly, thinking: It seems that the drone is not planning to give me the news that I am still alive to my fellow travelers for free.

"I understand." Adam seemed familiar with this anonymous trading model.

I took the lead in getting to the topic, “Do you know where the sheepskin killer is, do you?”

"Yes."

"You make a quote."

"Before the quote, it was out of professional ethics," he said formulaicly, but when I heard the word "professional ethics", I couldn't help but laugh silently, not because Adam had bad rumors, but because such words came from the mouths of people in the black zone, and sounded like a suit and tie worn by a person engaged in the business of forcing good men to become prostitutes, with a very black humor.

Of course he wouldn't know the thought that flashed my moment, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart. He just continued, "I need to remind you that the sheepskin killer is probably a psychic. This reminder is given to you for free. Although I don't know why you want to find a sheepskin killer, if something goes wrong, don't take your anger on me then."

His subtext is: If you are not a psychic, don't try to fight monsters with sheepskin killers.

If ordinary people are "fists", then psychics are "bullets".

Bullets can do many things, crush fists, and build a country. If they are used to kill an ordinary person like "the editor of the magazine who broke into the secret transactions of criminals", there is no problem, and no one will think there is anything wrong with it.

But I didn't say "This is terrible! Sorry, the deal was cancelled", it would be better to say that it was still under my expectations.

"You can rest assured."

"Okay, my offer is..." Adam clearly stated a quote that I could accept, and added, "Considering that you are an anonymous customer, I need you to transfer the transaction amount to my bank account first, and then I send the sorted information to your designated online mailbox in electronic document format. The time difference will not exceed one hour. Is this OK?"

I said yes, and then reported him a random online email number that I had registered before.

*

When Adam sent the information, it was already dark outside the window, as dark as if there was a thick black fog on the outside.

I made myself a cup of instant coffee and then reviewed the contents in the document.

The information collected by Adam can be divided into three parts: the first part is to know that Adam doesn't know how to obtain information from the public security bureau at a glance, which is the result of a large amount of on-site investigation information and large-scale investigations, and there is also a psychological profile report of the sheepskin killer by criminal psychology experts, which is detailed and professional; the second part is the information that can only be obtained by people who are hiding in the black area of ​​Beaver City, mixed with many unknown gossips and rumors of catching shadows. Although the value is far less than that of the first part, it also has precious reference significance; the third part is Adam's own on-site investigation and reasoning. He used the clues he had obtained from his investigation, combined with all the information at hand, to list several places where the sheepskin killer may appear in the next week.

Among them, the most likely place to appear is the old city area, which is "a small street with few people" inside.

After reading it, I was a little surprised that this Adam seemed to have an unusual emphasis on the sheepskin killer. Normal underground intelligence providers would not care so much about a serial murderer, just as the doctors in the dentistry department of a key hospital would not spend the whole day on a mere tooth decay.

Could it be that his true identity is an insider of the Public Security Bureau? Because he is actually an eyeliner arranged by the Public Security Bureau in the black area, he betrayed his partner in the black area?

In any case, I decided to suppress my curiosity and take action first.

In order to cooperate with this action, I need to do a drag.

I took a garden shovel from my home and took the bus to the park two and a half kilometers away from my home. I dug out a black metal cane wrapped in cloth under a tree, and a black backpack placed in a large sealed bag. Then I entered the public toilet not far away, took out the backpack in the compartment, and opened it.

The backpack contains spare clothes and shoes, and some disguise tools are called "disguise tools", and most of them are just cheap cosmetics.

Disguise is also a technique I have learned in the past. Although I cannot call myself a master, it is enough to make people unable to recognize my original appearance.

I dressed myself up as a black and white hair, dark skin, wearing black clothes that are easy to exercise, carrying a black backpack, and leaning on a black metal cane, like an ordinary young man who was about to go climbing a mountain, then hid the clothes, eye masks, ordinary canes, garden shovels, and walked out of the park.

*

Disguise has its limits. No matter how you cover up your physical characteristics, it cannot cover up the disability of my right arm and left foot. Using colored contact lenses to decorate my blind right eye as if it is intact is the limit.

In other words, if a professional investigates me, my true identity will definitely be on the list of suspected suspects with a poor length.

But even so, I could only bite the bullet and go.

I am in District 2, and you can get to District 1 by bus. At about nine o'clock in the evening, I came to the "less small street" marked in the intelligence.

I wonder if the sheepskin killer is interested in a disabled person like me? If he can use me as bait and catch him, it would be much easier. But if I were him, at night, I would be wary of a disabled person of unknown origin standing under the street lights and not know who he was waiting for.

I had no choice but to hide myself in the shadow of a nearby alley and monitor the movements of the streets.
Chapter completed!