Embers Ad Infinitum

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen looked intently at the back door of Old K's house through binoculars, trying to figure out what the visitor looked like. Unfortunately, several nearby street lights broke down at the same time for some unknown reason, making them unable to do so.

"It would be great if Lao Ge was here." Long Yuehong couldn't help sighing.

Compared with fully functional intelligent humans, carbon-based humans require too much additional equipment to improve themselves.

Of course, Long Yuehong has always remembered what the team leader often said and used it to motivate herself:

"A gentleman's life is not different; he is good at things and fake things."

Bai Chen deeply agreed with Long Yuehong's sentiments:

"Unless it's completely dark and there's no light, Lao Ge has something to do..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Chen's attention returned to the back door of Old K's house.

Another car drove over and stopped outside the door.

What happened before was repeated again. A servant of Old K's family came out to greet a certain guest holding a big umbrella.

In just half an hour, nearly twenty visitors arrived at the back door area where the street lights were broken. Judging from their clothes, they were both men and women.

This made Long Yuehong and Bai Chen a little stunned, not understanding what was going on.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who received a report from Long Yuehong, also discovered that a large number of cars drove into Masgar Street where old K's house was located and parked on both sides of the road.

Under the illumination of a large number of street lights, the car doors opened one after another, and brightly dressed men and women stepped out.

Surrounded by bodyguards, they approached the main entrance of Old K's house openly and walked in.

However, their bodyguards and entourage stayed outside the door and returned to the car.

"They are all nobles..." Jiang Baimian observed carefully for a while and came to a conclusion.

When she and Shang Jianyao pretended to be nobles and watched the gladiatorial competitions, they had a certain understanding of the people of this class, so as not to know how to greet them when they met.

The other party does not have to know them, they must know each other. Only in this way can the risk of exposure be avoided to the greatest extent.

"Yeah." Shang Jianyao pointed at a male noble and smiled, "I remember him. He laughed at Dino for almost becoming the first person in the upper class to choke himself to death by drinking water."

Dino is one of the protagonists of the Arena Assassination Case.

The one who was assassinated.

"My name is Phelps, it seems..." Jiang Baimian said not so sure.

Phelps is also from Axon, with black hair and blue eyes.

He seems to have undergone genetic optimization. Both his height and appearance are considered good, but his cheek muscles are slightly droopy.

After watching these people enter Old K's house, Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"Is this a party?"

She didn't make a definite judgment because the timing was very embarrassing.

According to her understanding, gatherings of the aristocratic class often start at dinner and last until the early morning. You can leave at any time in the middle. How can there be any reason to convene at nearly 11 o'clock?

"Maybe the theme of this party is ghosts." Shang Jianyao guessed enthusiastically.

He seemed eager to take out the monkey mask with a furry face and a sharp mouth, put it on his face, and then participate in the game.

Jiang Baimian ignored him and said to himself:

“Close all the curtains just for this party?

"What's going on with those people at the back? Special guests?

"How could it be possible not to let bodyguards in for a normal gathering? Are those nobles so relieved?"

She couldn't think of answers to these questions for a while, but Shang Jianyao provided a variety of possibilities, but they were all obviously absurd.

Jiang Baimian had no choice but to take out the walkie-talkie and told Long Yuehong and Bai Chen:

"Continue to monitor and wait until it's over."

They waited for several hours, and it was not until about three o'clock in the morning that the front door of Old K's house reopened, and the well-dressed men and women walked out one after another with tired but relaxed expressions, and left in the car.

At the same time, cars arrived at the back door area and quietly picked up the secret visitors.

Due to environmental factors, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong still couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Team leader, do you want to choose a target to track?" Long Yuehong asked Jiang Baimian for his opinion.

If he and Bai Chen went downstairs and drove the jeep at this time, there was still hope of locking in a car.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

“There are too many unknowns in this matter, so for the sake of conservatism, we won’t use it for the time being.

"Well, our next step is to track down a nobleman and find out from him what kind of party Old K held at his home and what roles those people who came in through the back door played."

Compared with those secret visitors who hide their heads and tail, and compared with Old K who seems to be a bit of a mystery, nobles with families and families who are on the edge of power are more suitable and safer targets.

Without too much elimination, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao unanimously chose Phelps.

They knew about him and knew that his grandfather was once a senator, but he died early and failed to pave the way for his descendants. This led to Phelps's fathers being gradually squeezed out of power. The core, by his generation, was even more in decline.

Judging from his previous performance in the arena assassination case, Jiang Baimian believed that there were no awakened persons among Phelps' bodyguards and entourage.

Taking all factors into consideration, this is really a rare target for action.

Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to go downstairs to follow him, because it was late at night, quiet and few people were around, so it was easy to be discovered. Anyway, the monk could not escape the temple, so he would not be afraid of not finding anyone if he went to "visit" Phelps during the day.

"When these things are investigated clearly, the plan to deal with 'Garibaldi' will probably be formed." Jiang Baimian said casually while watching the nobles' vehicles go away.

In fact, if she didn't worry too much, she could give a feasible plan now:

After Lao K went out to deal with business problems and took away most of the "accidents", he then quietly sneaked in or used "friends" to pick up "Garibaldi".

From "Garibaldi", I was able to successfully hide in Old K's house and hide for several days without being discovered. This plan has a high success rate.

Of course, after "Garibaldi" got inside and hid, he didn't dare to move because he lacked grasp of the surrounding environment.

…………

In the afternoon of the next day, the rested "Old Tune Group" used the method of "making friends" to temporarily borrow a car and drove to the Golden Apple District, preparing to look for communication opportunities with Phelps, a son of the aristocracy.

"Hey..." In the car, Shang Jianyao let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Long Yuehong asked alertly and worriedly.

Shang Jianyao replied with a sad face:

"I miss Mr. DiMarco."

"Why?" Long Yuehong was a little confused for a moment.

Jiang Baimian sneered:

"Hey, do you miss him? You miss his Fate Tong!"

"'Fate Tong' is really useful." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly, "I also think Mr. Di Marco is very cute."

What adjective is this? Long Yuehong almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Jiang Baimian agreed with the first half of Qi Shang Jianyao's sentence:

"Indeed, if the 'Destiny Bead' is still there, we don't need to look for opportunities to deal with a relatively marginal nobleman like Phelps. When he goes out and gets in the car, it will attach to his body more than 20 meters away. , directly evokes his relevant memories.”

The whole process is silent and invisible to ordinary people.

If Shang Jianyao's hands and feet were cleaner and the environment was better, Phelps might not be able to find out who had touched him afterwards. He might think that he had overindulged recently and was weak and suddenly dizzy.

While several members of the "Old Adjustment Team" were communicating, the vehicle turned into a relatively quiet street.

At this time, a figure crossed the road, then stopped in the middle and refused to leave.

He is from Honghe. He wears a gray robe and has a bald head that reflects the light. He is a bit thin and out of shape. His specific age cannot be seen, but his face is not pale and his mental state is not bad.

The man half-closed his emerald eyes, holding a rosary in one hand and raising the other to his chest, facing the "Old Tune Group" and bowed:

"Namo Anuttarasamyaksambodhi, all donors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but you can turn around and find the shore."

He spoke Honghe dialect, and his voice was obviously not loud, but it echoed in the ears of Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others like a bell.