Embers Ad Infinitum

Two days later, in the morning, the owner of an electrical appliance repair shop came to the "Wolf's Den".

He is relatively familiar with Ogg. If there is any line failure here, as long as it is not complicated and you are in a hurry to use it, you will always come to him.

"The camera is broken?" The middle-aged man looked up at the equipment at the door.

Like most Red River people, he looked older and his skin looked like it had been sanded.

Although Ogg had lifted the "hypnosis" and no longer had the memory of reporting for repairs, he still nodded:

"Yes, they are all broken, so I asked you to come and take a look.

"If it doesn't work, I'll replace it with a new one. It's been used for several years anyway."

The owner of the electrical appliance repair shop smiled and said:

"Okay, I have collected some second-hand ones, and the quality is pretty good."

"Rich, are you sure it's second-hand, not third-hand, or fourth-hand?" Ogg made a joke, called out other "Black Shirt Party" members, and sent a simple ladder to the owner of the electrical repair shop.

Richie started checking in turn. When he dealt with the camera that could see the depths of the "wolf den", his expression suddenly became dazed.

He took out a memory card from the tool bag he carried and replaced the one inside.

After a brief check to make sure there was no tracking device or anything like that, Rich stuffed the electronic product with the surveillance video into his pocket.

Soon, he "fixed" the camera, took Ogg's money, and left the wolf den.

Returning to the store, he rummaged through and found an envelope with an address and recipient written on it from unknown time.

At this moment, a man and a woman wearing sunglasses entered his shop.

"Can this be repaired?" The woman with a ponytail took out a small speaker with a blue background and black surface.

Rich had no choice but to put down the envelope and memory card in his hand, took the speaker, connected it to his N-hand computer, and checked for any problems.

The tall man quickly picked up the envelope and said with a smile:

"A love letter?"

"No." Rich reflexively snatched the envelope back, preventing the other party from seeing the recipient address.

The man didn't force himself and waited for Rich to check the speakers.

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The singing soon started.

"That's no problem." Richie said doubtfully.

The man wearing sunglasses opened his mouth wide:

"You're so awesome, you just touched it and it healed!"

"..." Richie didn't know how to respond.

The woman with a ponytail immediately asked:

"How much?"

"1,1 De Lacey." Rich didn't want to accept the money at first, but since the other party said that, he didn't want to give up this opportunity to make money.

The woman with a ponytail took out a 1 de la Sé coin and pushed it to him.

After watching the two people leave with the small speakers, Richie checked the envelope and confirmed that there were no more trackers inside.

He quickly put the memory card in and sealed it.

When it was almost noon, he closed the door of the store and put the letter into the only mailbox in the neighborhood.

In the afternoon, a postman wearing a green uniform and riding an old bicycle took away the letter, stuffed it into his satchel, and kept it with the rest of the letters.

He then followed a fixed route, passing through different mailboxes.

When approaching an apartment in the Red Giant Wolf District, the postman's expression suddenly became blank.

He pulled out Richie's letter.

The address on the letter is not here at all.

The two are completely opposite.

After mistakenly delivering the letter into a mailbox in the apartment building, the postman left.

Time passed quickly and night gradually fell.

A man who lives in this apartment returns after a tiring day.

When he passed the mailbox area, he opened his own one and took out the letter inside.

After seeing the completely wrong address on the letter, the expression of the short and stocky man changed slightly.

He climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and walked along the corridor to where he lived.

When passing by a neighbor's house, he suddenly bent down and tied his shoelaces.

In the process, he quietly slipped the letter in his hand into the crack of the neighbor's door.

In the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn, a slightly pale hand picked up the letter.

The hand then opened the letter and took out the memory card inside.

The owner of the hand briefly checked and confirmed again that there were no additional electronic products attached to the envelope or the surface of the memory card.

He found a dead insect inside the envelope and thought it might have flown in before the letter was sealed.

The owner of the hand opened his laptop and inserted the memory card into the attached card reader.

As soon as he opened the newly appeared drive letter, the computer suddenly became very slow.

Immediately afterwards, the speaker was unmuted and the volume was raised to the maximum.

Woo! Woo!

A fire engine-like sound rang out, echoing throughout the room and through the closed windows.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice shouted at the top of his lungs:

“I am the priest of the ‘Anti-Intellectual Cult’, come and arrest me!

"I am the priest of the 'Anti-Intellectual Cult', come and arrest me!"

The owner of the hand stood up suddenly and ran straight to the door without trying to stop the out-of-control computer.

When he opened the door, the sound coming from the computer speakers changed again.

A male voice sounded slightly resentful:

"Hey, I really miss you..." (Note 1)

The owner of the hand slowed down for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

He ran along the stairs to the second floor, turned directly into the corridor here, rushed into one of the houses where dinner was being cooked at the door, and jumped from their window into the alley behind the apartment.

boom!

Stone chips flew in front of the hand's owner's feet, and a bullet almost hit him.

This is not like a sniper failing to aim, but closer to doing it deliberately, which is equivalent to a warning.

The owner of the hand was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his hands.

He no longer tried to run away, because the next shot might hit his body, and the sniper was dozens of meters away and was beyond his reach.

At first, weapons were not allowed in the city and the back alleys were relatively quiet. After such a gunshot created a brief moment of tension, the pedestrians on the street outside quickly forgot about the matter. Only a few enthusiastic people tried to find the Sheriff and asked him to send his men. Check out the alley to see what's going on.

The owner of the hand waited for a while, and a figure appeared in front of him.

The visitor was Shang Jianyao wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt. He closed his eyes and said with a warm smile:

"I wasn't the one who fired the shot."

What he means is that the person responsible for sniping is still there, so don't try to play tricks.

The owner of the hand remained silent and did not respond.

But thoughts were racing in his mind.

The best way he analyzed was to restrain the person in front of him and use him as a hostage to fight against the sniper in the distance.

Shang Jianyao opened his eyes and saw in front of him a brown-haired, brown-eyed man about 1.7 meters tall with a haggard face. His mental state was not very good but not too tired.

"Fake 'priest.'" He sighed and shook his head.

For this tracking, the "Old Tune Team" used Jiang Baimian's ability to sense bioelectric signals and the virus written by Gnawa.

They originally followed Richie, the owner of the electrical repair shop, but found out that he was just a tool man, so before the other party had put the envelope in place, they used the excuse of repairing a small speaker to get a bug in.

In the eyes of people who don't understand the corresponding abilities, this is just an insignificant thing and will basically not be noticed, and other letters on the postman often do not have similar things.

In this way, it is equivalent to having a biological locator in the letter.

Considering that the bugs in the letters may not live long, Gnawa created a virus in the memory card in advance, which can cause the infected computer to turn on the speaker and play the predetermined content of the virus.

With it, the narrowed-down "Old Tune Team" can lock the target by sound and ambush each other's escape routes separately.

After such two-pronged efforts, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, who were in charge of the back alley area, successfully blocked the escaping enemies.

Unfortunately, he is still a fake "priest".

"Fake 'priest'..." The man who had planned to "hypnotize" Shang Jianyao while their eyes met was stunned.

His expression changed several times and he blurted out:

"Why do you say I'm a fake 'priest'?"

Shang Jianyao didn't answer him immediately and threw him a piece of black cloth:

"Cover your eyes."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes again.

The fake "priest" hesitated for a few seconds, seeing that there was no chance to take advantage of him, and the snipers from a distance were watching eagerly, so he had no choice but to cover his eyes with black cloth strips.

After receiving Jiang Baimian's confirmation message through the intercom, Shang Jianyao opened his eyes, smiled and said to the fake "priest":

"Because the real 'Father' is between 1.75 and 1.8 meters tall and has heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looks very tired..."

As he listened, the fake "priest" suddenly covered his head and showed a painful expression.

Shang Jianyao asked:

"After you get the memory card and read the contents, who will you give the compiled information to?"

At this time, there was music coming from a room upstairs:

"Hey, I really miss you..."

Note 1: Quoted from Karen Mok's "Without You"