Nomenclature of Night

　　 As night fell gradually, the autumn wind passed by the Wangcheng Bridge, Qing Chen stretched his body while running, and the wind would blow his clothes back.

　　 Maybe it’s a different mood, he feels like...

　　 The shackles once given to him by his family and environment are slowly opening.

　　 Qingchen ran faster and faster.

　　 There are occasional pedestrians on the bridge looking back at him, everyone can feel this inexplicable youthful breath, impulsive and rich.

　　 Yinrun Central Garden is one of the neighborhoods with the highest average price in Los Angeles, and it is also a well-known wealthy area.

　　 So Huang Jixian lived here as a rich second generation, Qing Chen is not surprising.

　　 The property security here is relatively strict, and you need to swipe your card to get in and out.

　　 Qingchen walked around to the back door to see if there was any way to get in.

　　 But before he could figure out how to get in, he saw six men in black suits walking out of the path at the back door of the community.

　　 The waists of those people were straight, and they looked as sharp as bayonets.

　　 During the walking, the six people have the same pace, and the time to raise their feet and the distance they take are as if someone had measured them with a ruler.

　　 Wait, Qing Chen was stunned, because he saw a teenager among the six people...Huang Jixian!

　　At this time, Huang Jixian looked at a loss, still muttering inexplicable words, prison, machinery, monsters...

　　 I saw them quickly board the two black off-road vehicles outside the back door. One of them seemed to feel a little bit, turning his head towards Qingchen from the passenger seat.

　　 Qingchen immediately turned his head and played with the phone casually.

　　 The other party didn't seem to care too much about him, and two black off-road vehicles rushed away in the night.

　　 And Qing Chen stood outside the gate of the community, looking at the mobile phone and said nothing.

　　Who are those people?

Why did 　　 take away Huang Jixian?

　　 Will it be because of the other person’s identity as a translator?

　　 It must be because of this, Qing Chen doesn't believe in coincidences.

　　 He turned around and went home.

　　 Along the way, he thought about the identity of the man in black, but gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

　　 There was a young man in a black sweater who silently followed him for five blocks.

　　 An inexplicable sense of familiarity... He has met each other.

　　 For an instant, Qing Chen felt his muscles tighten, and the invisible pressure was eroding his sense of security.

　　 is like, being stared at by the beast.

　　 He recalled that when he met the man in black at the back door of the Central Garden Community, the other party was looking at the phone not far away, but when the other party was looking at the phone, his finger never swiped the screen.

　　 Qingchen can't analyze everything he sees every minute, it's too exhausting, but he can extract memories.

　　 Thinking of this, Qing Chen casually pretended to pick up the phone, then stopped and lowered his head to make a call: "Hey, I'll go home for dinner later..."

　　 The peaked cap hides his cheeks in the shadows.

　　 The young man in black sweater walked past him non-stop after he stopped.

　　 Qingchen Yuguang locked on the opponent tightly, but the opponent never looked back.

　　 This made Qing Chen a little puzzled. At a certain moment, he even wondered if he was too concerned?

　　 On the busy street, the man in the black sweater quickly disappeared. He hung up the phone and continued to walk forward.

　　 Fortunately, I went home and changed into the school uniform and put on a hat. Otherwise, just by looking at the school uniform, he would know that he was a student at the Los Angeles Foreign Language School.

　　 At this time, before Qing Chen could relax, he discovered at the traffic light at the next intersection that a familiar face appeared in the crowd waiting for the traffic light next to him.

　　 he saw it at the front entrance of the Central Garden District.

　　 is not a coincidence.

　　 is cross-tracking.

Every person in charge of tracking is only a part of the distance away. Everyone must ensure that he is not found like a passerby. If the target stops, the person who is tracking must continue to walk forward without incident, and other members will make up for it. Come up.

　　 This is one of the safest tracking methods.

　　 Qingchen thanked herself for reading many useful or useless miscellaneous books.

　　 He finally understood that when the person on the off-road vehicle looked at him, he was being spotted.

　　 More than six people came from the other side, and there were others hiding in the dark.

　　 Is this a secret organization, so well-trained, and so concerned about things related to the traversers?

　　 Qingchen suddenly felt that he might not be the first batch of traversers, perhaps he was the second batch, or even the third batch.

　　 Otherwise, even if someone learns about the traverser today, they won't be able to react quickly today.

　　 These people come prepared.

　　The boy’s black pupils are dense and deep, the night runners on the sidewalk, the uncle who sells candied haws on the sidewalk, the slender women pedaling on high heels, and the light and shadow of the yellow street lamp beside him.

　　 He wrote down every detail and reminded himself that he can't make mistakes.

　　 The traffic light has 12 seconds left.

　　 The black-clothed man who passed by before, is probably already detouring back behind him, ready to make up for the next cross-tracking.

　　 Calculated according to the distance of Wangchunmen Street, Zhenghe Road, and Kaiyuan Avenue that the other party wants to detour. If it is an adult running speed, it will take up to ten minutes.

　　 If you want to get out of track...

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　　 The green light was on, the stalker lifted his foot to cross the road, and Qing Chen suddenly turned back and walked away.

　　 The stalker continued to cross the road without incident, and whispered: "The target person has not crossed the road. He has turned his head. How long will you be in place?"

　　 looks like talking to himself, but if someone looks closely, he can find a translucent headset in his left ear.

　　 "No, I still have two minutes to reach the tracking position."

　　In an instant, the stalker crossing the road noticed something was wrong, and he suddenly turned around to look for Qing Chen's figure, but he couldn't find the boy anymore.

　　 "Lost," the stalker at the crossroads sighed softly.

　　 The young man in a black sweater who was running at full speed in the distance responded with a smile: "It's shameful that two people stared at one person and they were lost."

　　 "You must stare at him."

　　The young man in a black sweater smiled, "Then guess if he found out that we were following him?"

　　 There was a voice in the earphone: "I'm sure he found out, he is a master."

The young man in the black sweater thought for a while and said: "The boy looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He may still be in high school. If the other party can really find us following, then this would be too enchanting. And you didn’t find out, he It was also very natural. When he stopped calling for the first time, I didn't think he found me. Otherwise, I would directly control him."

　　 "I'm curious, why you want to follow him temporarily, we have a lot of tasks today, there is no need to waste time on passers-by."

　　 "It's not a surprise, it's just that when the captain escorted target 009 out, I found him avoiding the captain's gaze."