Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 225

2022-03-09

Chapter 225 Family Daily

Leaving the underground factory, Moose returned to the surface.

Although there are no road signs in the industrial park, he still uses the flashlight on his mobile phone to find the location of the garage based on the stampede marks of fallen leaves on the ground.

Arriving at warehouse No. 4, Moose successfully got a taxi.

He was not surprised that an ordinary taxi was parked in the garage.

Because the people who do black work, their favorite car is the taxi.

There is a kind of car, no matter if it appears in the city hall, public security bureau and other institutions, or in entertainment places such as foot wash city, massage parlor, hotel, bar, KTV, etc., it will not produce a sense of disobedience.

The answer is taxis.

This is the same as the principle that no one will doubt the delivery staff, as long as they are at meal time and appear anywhere.

With all the taxis of Asia Union, the style is the same.

This is a great convenience for criminals.

Nowadays technology has developed and surveillance cameras are everywhere.

If you don’t want to be caught by surveillance cameras, it will take an hour just to detour.

Is that work still done?

For other cars, the police only need to know the brand, model and color of the car, and they can quickly target the target through surveillance.

The taxi is different, except for the license plate number, which is the same everywhere.

On the same road, countless taxis pass by every day.

Only need to change the license plate, the police can hardly tell which is the taxi they are looking for.

The daring and ruthless, even wearing fake license plates, deliberately wandering around the city twice.

Let the people in the technical department be blind.

After all, 90% of the detection and investigation of ordinary cases relies on cameras.

Wait until they lock on to the car for the slightest difference with red eyes.

The prisoner has long since escaped.

However, with the continuous development of science and technology, the monitoring system has been gradually upgraded and iterated, and many auxiliary software have appeared.

These software can locate suspect vehicles based on small traces, such as scratches and the car's interior.

But these softwares are still in the trial stage and have not been widely popularized.

At present, taxis are still the most convenient tool.

"This Apostle Association is really a wicked sect."

Instead of getting in the car in a hurry, Moose stood at the door of the warehouse and opened the personal cloud notepad on his mobile phone.

"Is something unknown extracted from those victims... So what the Maoyan Gang did back then can be considered a reasonable explanation."

Mus Holding the phone, he quickly entered what he saw and heard today with his thumb.

The business that Maoyan helped to do was much more ruthless than that of the lame wolves.

Proper inhuman behavior.

Maoyan integrates the entire industry chain and implements the integration of production and sales.

People who die every year from cat's eye helpers.

At its peak, it even accounted for one-fifth of the unnatural deaths in Neihua City.

In addition, Maoyan Gang also works as a scavenger part-time.

Many of the corpses that were merged after the fire were sent to the operating table by them to harvest organs that could be used.

The corpses of the fire, plus the innocent victims.

With so many organs, just one Neihua City, how can such a large market be digested?

Even if the Maoyan Gang expands the market to the entire Asian Union.

If everyone used organs provided by the black market, they would have been taken by the police in other cities.

The people of the Maoyan Gang are not afraid, but the doctors in charge of organ transplantation are still afraid!

The Apostles I learned about today have solved the doubts of Moss until now.

"And that Nata..."

Moose's typing hand was paused.

In his impression, Maoyan is a pervert who has no empathy and is sick in all aspects from body to spirit.

But when he kidnapped Nata, he read a trace of surprised and angry on Cat Eye's face.

People's subconscious reactions are faster than subjective thoughts.

So people's reaction within 0.5 seconds after seeing or hearing something is a person's innermost thoughts.

And Moose happened to have learned a little bit before, the practical application of the psychology of microexpressions.

So he was sure that Nata was very important to the cat's eye.

Moss didn't expect , a guy with both physical and psychological perversions like Maoyan still has someone he cares about.

This is really an eye-opening durian.

"Maybe I can use the brat of Nata as a bargaining chip, so that the cat's eye does not dare to do it easily, so that even if the hermit does not appear in the end, I have the probability of surviving... Well, it is best to use the slow poison. Kind of..."

Moose picked up the villain script without the slightest hesitation.

Then began to plot against in the bottom of my heart, how to hold Nata reasonably and effectively, so that Maoyan did not dare to act rashly.

For him, survival is the most important thing.

"I have to find a way to upgrade my identity from a garbage bag to a henchman. As long as it is convenient for me to use it and he is reluctant to kill me, he will definitely save my life and let me continue to do things for him... ..."

Mus wants to hold Nata hostage, but also considers the attitude of Janus.

I have to say that Moose's psychological control of Janus is very precise.

He doesn't care who you are or who you are.

It just depends on how useful you are to him.

Like an APP that can be used for mobile payment, you can still use cash to pay for consumption without this APP.

Although it will not affect daily life, it is always inconvenient to use cash when you are used to mobile payment.

Mus is ready to make himself into a similar existence.

As long as it is easier to use than the cat's eye, the opponent will definitely give up the cat's eye without the slightest hesitation.

Moose opened the car door and got into the driver's seat while doing career planning on his mobile phone.

With a heavy heart, he replaced the notepad with navigation.

But soon this weight was destroyed by C and T languages.

"Fuck, how many years has TMD been abandoned in this place, and there is no navigation on the map!"

The night is blurred, and a taxi is in the industrial park where you can't see your fingers , keep spinning.

It looks like a ghost is hitting a wall.

Moose walked around the industrial park for nearly twenty minutes, and finally found the rusted gate.

He slammed on the accelerator and sped away.

It was close to three in the morning when Moose returned to his temporary rented apartment.

After a brief shower, he lay in bed for hours, unable to sleep.

The pendulum clock in the living room rattled, making Musben's restless heart even more restless.

"Style, style, shitty tone, TMD is annoying! The landlord should have moved this crap away in the first place!"

Moose came to the living room, I can't wait to pick up the hammer and smash the pendulum clock.

But thinking of the price of this thing, he forcibly suppressed the urge.

Moose pulled out the thick canvas for dust protection from the utility room and wrapped the pendulum clock layer by layer.

It wasn't until the sound of the pendulum clock was faint that he returned to the sofa and sat down.

At this time, Moose was no longer going to sleep.

Suddenly encounter and see the other side of the world, the enemy who has been dead for many years is resurrected again, and the hermit will be sliced by the cat's eye.

A variety of complexities are so complicated that when one piece is taken out alone, it is the events of the plot of a movie, mixed together.

It nearly shuts down his brain.

How can I fall asleep when I encounter so many things that subvert the worldview.

Besides, it's getting brighter.

Moose took out the old man machine used to contact the hermit.

Although he knew it was unlikely, he still dialed the hermit's number with the attitude of giving it a try.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

It should be by rights if you cannot get through. After all, no one will always be on your phone except during working hours. Keep it on for a while.

Moose put down the old man's machine and sighed: "Forget it, go back and find a chance to contact the messenger guy. He happened to be in Qianhua Market recently. Let's see if there are any traces of hermits on his side."

Moose looked at the bright sky outside the window and muttered to himself: "Hermit big brother, where is your TN..."

 … …

On the other side, dozens of kilometers away.

The hermit that Moose was thinking of, just got up, started brushing his teeth and washing his face, and was ready to go to school.

After washing up, Ai Liang put on his regular clothes.

As for why it's not a school uniform.

The school has just started, and the school uniform has not been issued yet.

Fiction, mobile phone, earphones, power bank...

After making sure that he had brought everything he should bring to school, Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

"Come here, don't rush!"

Ye Qing's voice came from behind the door, followed by the pa ta pa ta of slippers.

After school, Ai Liang went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things.

Ye Qing had a very fulfilling night yesterday.

In order to repay Ai Liang, she immediately invited Ai Liang to come to her house in the morning of the second day.

I mean, of course, eating.

Yesterday's leftovers almost all went into Ye Qing's stomach.

Thanks to this, she ran out of spare fried rice in the refrigerator.

Ye Qing felt that it was not good to eat and drink unilaterally, so she decided to invite Ai Liang to eat too.

Because there were no utensils such as lunch boxes at home, she directly invited Ai Liang to come to her home for breakfast.

However, Ye Qing said it herself, don't expect too much.

The only breakfast she can make is egg noodles and porridge.

Ai Liang looked at the dishevelled hair, and Ye Qing in short-sleeved shorts couldn't help but ask: "You just woke up?"

"Yes, what's the problem? Who knows? You got up so early."

Ye Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Fortunately, I woke up earlier today, you go to the sofa and sit for a while, and then go to the kitchen after I wash up. Cook."

After speaking, Ye Qing got into the bathroom.

Ai Liang came to sit on the sofa and briefly looked around the living room.

There is not much difference between Ye Qing's home and his home.

The distribution of the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and the decoration of the living room are exactly the same.

Even the position of the coffee table, sofa and TV cabinet has not changed.

At first glance, Ai Liang seems to be back home.

It is estimated that the landlord was too lazy to reimagine when placing furniture, and directly copied the decoration style of the previous house.

There is only one pink cartoon throw pillow, and some private items, declaring the difference between the two houses.

Ye Qing's washing speed is so fast that it doesn't look like a normal girl at all.

Thinking about her experience, it is not incomprehensible.

She hummed a little tune and took out a handful of small greens and four eggs from the refrigerator, as well as the sliced ham she bought yesterday.

Then took another handful of noodles from the closet.

Ai Liang sat on the sofa and quietly read the novel.

To be honest, I judged according to the cooking process described by Ye Qing.

This guy usually cooks and can't even tell the amount of seasoning.

The amount of oil, salt and soy sauce depends on the degree of arm shaking.

In this case, the cooked meals...

"It's time for dinner!"

A very clear voice came from the kitchen.

Ai Liang closed the novel and put it on the coffee table, while I moved towards the kitchen.

Whether it's breakfast or dinner, Ye Qing's mood will become very lively every time it's time for dinner.

Food was like a stimulant to her.

Ai Liang came to the kitchen, Ye Qing pointed to the bowl beside the pot: "It's ready for you, you can bring it to eat first, I'll save some for you if it's not enough."

Ai Liang looked at the bowl of greasy egg noodles, then looked at the steel bowl in Ye Qing's hand.

The other party seemed to be expecting what Ai Liang was thinking: "Look, you don't know that I have a big appetite. I have to run several times every time I eat with a bowl. How can I use a basin."

Ai Liang looked at the steel basin and hesitated.

"Don't say it's like a dog basin!"

Can you read minds too?

It's okay if you want to say anything.

Ai Liang sighed helplessly and took the bowl of noodles to the dining table in the living room.

Not long after, Ye Qing, who had filled the noodles, also sat across from the steel basin.

After Ye Qing sat upright and picked up the chopsticks, Ai Liang put up the chopsticks and instigated a mouthful of noodles.

Ai Liang immediately frowned upon the entrance.

'Is this pouring all the oil into the pot? '

To be honest, in terms of normal human taste, this amount of oil can completely make people tired.

But Ai Liang looked at Ye Qingshi who was eating happily across the table.

The idea began to waver again.

He began to ask himself, has he eaten too much delicious food recently, and his appetite has been raised?

But looking at the oil layer floating on the noodle soup with a thickness of nearly one centimeter.

Ai Liang really couldn't deceive himself.

“How much oil did you use to cook the noodles?”

Ai Liang asked, putting down his chopsticks.

"Ah? Is the oil too much?"

Ye Qing frowned and began to recall: "I usually fry two eggs when I cook egg noodles, but I added them today. Two, so I put more oil..."

"... Is this your first time cooking?"

Ai Liang's voice was a little tired.

This is not the degree to put more.

Even if you find a tutorial on the Internet, you won't make such a low-level mistake.

You've eaten your own food over the years, and compared it a little with the restaurants outside, haven't you noticed anything wrong?

"That's not true."

Ye Qing touched the back of her head and smiled cheekily: "My cooking skills are really not good, and I have never been in contact with him, always. It's okay to eat, sorry."

What else could Ai Liang say?

After all, you can't always pick on faults when someone treats you to dinner.

“Do you have sesame oil at home?”

Ai Liang asked.

"No, I never put those things in cooking!"

Ye Qing raised her chest confidently, and in this posture of the two rabbits, she became Especially obvious.

So is this something to be proud of?

Ai Liang is really powerless to complain.

“Pour out the noodle soup,” said Ai Liang.

"Don't waste it! If you find it unpalatable, give it to me, and I'll invite you to the breakfast restaurant or the school cafeteria for another meal later."

Ye Qing pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Ai Liang ignored her, got up and left.

(end of this chapter)