he didn't even know he was one of the shadow candidates, and Lu didn't say it either.but now he suddenly realized why he was in Prison 18.I have to say that he Xiaoxiao's strategy is extremely helpfu...the cause of this crisis is that the boss of "Daylight" twice used "a Little Duck" and "Liu Dezhu" to act together in a small group chat, drawing great hatred to the demon stamp holder Mianyu.

eventually leads to the exposure of the phantom feather and the increase of everyone's awareness of the phantom feather.

although the name "daylight" is not yet known to the outside world, it has been confirmed that it is an organization.

Qingchen wondered many times what he would do if he were a phantom plume.

is, of course, kidnapping daylight members and interrogating information about daylight "bosses".

for Mianyu, it is not in line with his rules of the game and rules to directly hit the day. The most urgent thing is to find the boss of the day and make the boss of the day his slave.

Qingchen calmly pulled out of the school from the fence.

it was no surprise that he had just walked out of school for two minutes when he found the middle-aged man in his sight.

counting this time, the other person has appeared inexplicably four times.

in the afterglow of sunset, Qingchen walked in front of him in school uniform, while the middle-aged followed quietly, always keeping a distance of more than 100 meters.

the middle-aged man wears a Bluetooth headset on his right ear. He tracks Qingchen while reporting his whereabouts.

when Qingchen walked to his home in the No. 4 courtyard, the middle-aged man whispered outside, "the target has returned home. His house is on the first floor. There are anti-theft windows in the front and rear windows, so you can only come out through the gate." The neighborhood is quite quiet. If someone dismantles the anti-theft window, I am sure I can hear the noise. "

"stand by nearby," there is a sound coming from the Bluetooth headset.

"got it," said the middle-aged man

at this moment, Qingchen slowly changed into clothes in the house and bought clothes he had never worn before.

in the far west, when the last glow of the sun was extinguished in the sky, he gently opened the door of his house, and his face changed from the moment his right foot stepped out of the door.

Qingchen walked out, he brushed past the middle-aged man, and the other side was unaware and defenseless.

the attention of the middle-aged people is all focused on the narrow corridor exit.

at the moment when the figures of the two sides crisscross, when the sky changed from yellow to gray, Qingchu suddenly reached out his hand, and his right hand accurately removed the Bluetooth headset from the other's ear, covering his thumb over the receiver of the headset.

the left hand is like a thunder, knocking on the neck artery of the middle-aged man.

the middle-aged man slowly softened down, while Qingchen gently dragged him down and helped him back home as soon as the other person's body tilted.

Qingchen watched his surroundings and slowly closed the door of his house.

No one noticed what happened here, and even if there were passers-by, they didn't notice anything unusual because the celebrating dust was moving so fast.

Qingchen stood quietly in the dark and glanced at the Bluetooth headset that was turned off.

he needs to know the middle-aged man's name now.

at this time, one's voice came from his mobile phone: "you didn't kill him, do you want to use a marionette on him"

"Hmm," Qingchen replied.

"but it may not be easy for you to interrogate his name so soon," Yi said.

"there may be no interrogation," Qingchen said, searching for the middle-aged man and finding an ID card from the other person.

like the identity of the inner world, it is impossible to travel without an ID card, unable to take a long-distance bus or stay in a hotel. Qingchen suspects that the middle-aged man is not from Los Angeles at all and is not a professional killer at all.

there are no guns on the other side, only knives. Qingchen feels that this is just an ordinary time walker controlled by the magic feather.

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therefore, there is a certain probability that the other party's ID card is carried directly with him.

of course, if you can't find an ID card, you'll have to use interrogation techniques.

the prerequisite for string puppets is to know people's names. Qingchen looked through other pockets of middle-aged people and muttered, "first, is there anything taboo that can directly know other people's names"

"No, you're overthinking it," one replied.

Qingchen looked at the identity card of the other party: Chen Siheng, 37, registered permanent residence, Rongcheng District, Xiancheng Literature and Art South Road. Sure enough,

came from out of town.

Qingchen silently guessed that Mianyu is probably not a resident of Los Angeles, and the other side's root system of strength in Los Angeles is not strong, so it is necessary to transfer people from other places.

I don't know how many people there are.

he gently shook his wrist, but saw the transparent silk thread of the puppet thrown out and wrapped tightly around Chen Siheng's left wrist.

in the darkness, the middle-aged man stood up slowly, but his eyes had no focus.

Qingchen put the headphones back on, and then manipulated the middle-aged man out of the house and stood in the position where the other person had been watching him.

after an interval of 30 minutes, a voice sounded in the headphones: "Chen Siheng, report."

the middle-aged man said: "nothing unusual, the other party is still at home."

"continue to stand by."

Qingchen distinguishes the voice on the phone through the marionette.

Yes, it's the voice he once heard on Laojun Mountain.

Young men, with a soft voice and a lack of breath, seem to be a little weak.

Phantom plume appears.

this time, the other party is still hiding in the dark and controlling everything.

but Qingchen is not in a hurry to find out the other party, he needs to wait patiently now.

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Los Angeles Foreign language School ends at 09:40 in the evening.

Liu Dezhu said goodbye to his classmates alone and then rode his shabby bike into the night.

he rides at a leisurely pace, and his eyes wander around all the time, as if looking for something and being on guard against something.

not far behind him, there was a taxi following at a distance.

the eagle sat in the car and watched it from afar. He said to the communication channel, "it's strange. This Liu Dezhu seems to have sensed something. He has been looking around. What is he looking for"

"does it have anything to do with the dangerous incident in he Xiao's novel" Someone on the communication channel replied.

in the headphones, the sound of the distance sounded: "High probability."

"but," wondered the little eagle, "isn't it a warning tomorrow The other party's plan is tomorrow, and I'm not sure who it's for. "

"plans will change, especially those that are already known," Lu said. "maybe Liu Dezhu already knows something in advance, or his boss already knows something. Eagle, keep an eye on Liu Dezhu. You may get something tonight. "

"copy that," replied the little eagle.

at this moment, however, the eagle suddenly saw Liu Dezhu stop his bike and glanced at his mobile phone.

then the other person turned his head and rode towards his taxi.

when the eagle slammed on the brake, he saw Liu Dezhu stop by his car and look through the window: "you are from Kunlun, right we have met several times."

"huh What Kunlun, "the baby eagle still pretended to be as if nothing had happened after being exposed.Qingchen believes this is not a coincidence.so the first time he bumped into Wang Yun in the corridor, he chose to shoot.this may be the coldest side of the celebratory dust, but it is also the hottes...