After really sleeping, it doesn't feel good, to be precise, it's much worse than I imagined. First of all, the smell of this stinky garment was much stronger than before when it was lying down and heated by the temperature of the body. In addition, there are many other aspects that cause a lot of interference. For example, there are boats carrying tourists on the river from time to time, and people walking by from time to time, some of these people are ordinary passers-by, some are homeless people who come to find a place to sleep like me, and the most disturbing thing is the old Murphy people who wander around.

An hour after he fell asleep, shortly after sending another message to D to report his safety. At the junction I saw one of the two men who had been following me before. The man stood at the junction for a moment, looked left and right, and then walked to the river, took out a cigarette, and smoked it. As he was smoking, the man looked up at me, I might be a thief, and when he looked at me, I unconsciously reached out and touched the gun I was carrying, and kept thinking about what I should do if this guy leaned over.

But after a few moments, all my thoughts became superfluous. Because the guy just looked at me and looked in other directions, and after a cigarette was finished, another figure came from 120 Marcus Street, and this figure slowly came to the man who had just smoked, and the two stood side by side by the river. After a moment of silence, I heard the two men talking as if they were talking. I don't know what exactly you say, but you say it, he seems to be discussing something. Apparently this one should have been the other of the two men.

The two men spent nearly half an hour by the river, and after making a phone call, they walked past the bench where I was lying and walked in the direction of the hotel where I had been staying.

After the two of them disappeared from view, I slowly sat up on the bench. After looking left and right, I looked at number 120 again. There was still no light coming out of the windows and balconies of No. 120, and no sound came out.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, I really wish they could move quickly and get the ones in 120 out of the way. Because this kind of sitting and waiting is really a kind of torment, not only can you not do anything, but you can't sleep yet, and you can't actually sleep with peace of mind. But there was no other response on his mobile phone except to report his safety to D on time. And at four o'clock in the morning I got up from my bench and went south along the road by the Salzach River back to the chapel at the foot of the hill, where I glared a little for about an hour. As soon as the sky began to white, I quickly changed into new clothes and hid the beggar's suit in my bag, not with me, but with a camera and a pistol. After hiding his things back in the bushes, he quietly left the place.

I didn't go around 120 again for the rest of the day, as the two guys had noticed me before and had been targeted near 120, so it would have been more suspicious to repeat it there. What's more, there is no longer any need to look at it up close during the day, and it seems to me that the alarm is either lifted or it looks like no one is living there. All I have to do is take the time to go to the monastery on the top of the hill and look north.

So after dawn, I first found a restaurant and had breakfast unhurriedly. After that, I wandered to the top of the mountain and observed No. 120 in the monastery. Everything is still the same, no different. It's the same with my mobile phone, which has no other purpose than to report safety. I decided to go to a place I hadn't been to before, and since I couldn't keep an eye on it during the day, and I had to prevent myself from being targeted, I just went to have fun, so that I could make time pass a little faster without being noticed. So I became a real tourist when I came back down the mountain. I crossed the Salzach River to the south, because from that tour map there were many more places to play in the south than in the area near Marcus Street, and at dinner last night, I also heard from the four fellow tourists that in the south is the old town, and there are many more ancient buildings and attractions than here.

But when you really want to play, things go in the opposite direction. After lunch and a report to D that he was safe, my phone suddenly vibrate. The number shown is d.

I immediately picked up the phone, walked into a handicraft shop on the side of the road, and answered the phone. After connecting, D did not speak, he still seemed cautious, and heard me "Hey" in Chinese. After a pause, he opened his mouth over there.

"How are you there?" D asked.

"It's fine." I replied casually.

"Are you alright?" D didn't seem to accept my statement, "You had a total of three delays yesterday, is there something wrong?" ”

"This... Yes. Someone followed me for a while. But I got rid of it. Everything works fine now. Including the house where the target is located, there are no changes. I said.

"Okay." d After a long sigh of helplessness when I said this, he continued: "Listen to me, I think the news of our appearance in France should have been reported. You should have a reaction there very quickly. ”

"Really? But I'm not there right now, because I'm afraid ... Before I could finish, D continued, "I understand. I said you can go as little as possible during the day. But I think old Murphy will probably have to get out of there today. You have to pay attention. ”

"Good. I know. I answered.

"That's it. If you know that Murphy Sr. is gone, you can send me a 3. I'm so good that I know what to do. D said.

"Okay. I understand. ”

"And. As I said before, old Murphy was a suspicious and cautious man. Even if you see him leaving with someone, don't let your guard down, you still have to observe carefully before looking for a chance to do it, understand? D admonished.

"Understood. I'll be careful. "I'm here again.

"Good. That's it. Good luck. D said.

"Be careful, too. Don't set yourself on fire, as I said. ”

"Don't worry." D chuckled, "I've already arranged a way out." With that, he hung up.

I put away my phone and walked around the store before walking out of the store, but instead of rushing back, I walked back thinking about what I should do next.

First of all, although the situation on the 120th may change at any time, I still can't run and stare at this time. I'll have to continue with my previous strategy. I don't have to rush, I'll have to wait until the evening to disguise before making confirmations. But I could have taken advantage of the monastery on the top of the hill and looked there again to see what was going on at 120.

Second, my trajectory may continue for a while. According to D, I have to make sure everything is okay before I can do it. And that brings us to the last question, which is the two people who are eyeing me. Because I think that the old Murphy who was hiding in No. 120 is most likely to be left behind as insurance after the evacuation, these two guys who are not in No. 120 but lurking around like me.

Thanks to the old wolf for cutting the fat!!!

It's good that I didn't buy Lao Maozi this... Perhaps among these old imperialists, the French can be relied upon.

(End of chapter)