I, Hikigu, are contained by the evil god

If she stayed, she could certainly catch Laimer, but she picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon.

... Anyway, Laimer can't go anywhere, and he still has a wanted warrant issued by Bi Qigu himself.In the history of the association for so many years, it seems that no one has ever escaped the pursuit of a wanted warrant.

Over there, watching Hikigu successfully get into the car, Laimer seemed to be motivated and wanted to imitate Hikigu's behavior.

——But before Laimer could act, the fat man had already opened the rusty iron door.

The door opened, the thin man stepped on the accelerator, the army green jeep hummed forward, and stopped after driving out the door.

"I'm coming."

While the fat man was yelling, he turned around and lowered his head to lock the door.

"Squeak, creak." The rusty iron door slowly closed.

Laimer was lurking in the grass, watching helplessly as the big iron gate was closed little by little... until it was completely locked with a "click".

Laimer blinked, stood up from the grass in silence, with a strange expression, and sighed for a long time.

The fat man came back in a hurry, opened the door and got in the car.

"Click!" The sound of a lighter being fired.

The fat man took out a cigarette from his shirt, lit it with a high flame, leaned his head out of the window, and leaned his arm on the edge of the rolled-down car window. The cigarette held by his fingertips flickered on and off in the night.

"Hey." Fatty looked at the night outside, let out a long breath, and smiled with a relaxed expression.

Not to mention, wearing a loose white shirt and smoking in the car, he really doesn't look like a shoe cultist.

"Skinny man, we are free for now!"

Hikigu heard the fat man shouting from below:

"Now, let's go!"

"Yeah." The thin man nodded slightly.

The thin man stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel in his hands. Then the engine roared, the wheels turned, and the army green jeep took advantage of the momentum and drove away.

Therefore, Hikigu made sure that he hadn't been discovered, and successfully got into the car.

So you don't need a ticket to get on the bus, you don't have to have a seat, and you don't even need to sit in the car.

As a qualified detective, one must have the hard-core skills of looting cars.

Isn't there such a song? "I should be under the car, not in the car, seeing how sweet you are."

Above, the conversation between the fat man and the thin man could be vaguely heard: "Skinny man, would you like a cigarette?" "No."

——In the car are the sweet fat and thin people, and at the bottom of the car is the lonely Biqigu.A jeep, a total of three people.

Well, that's why I said it was a coincidence?The current situation of the three people and the lyrics are all matched.

……

Hikigu looked at the two sides under the car, and he could probably tell that the road he was on now was a highway.

...In other words, the road outside the deserted compound?Where is he now? Why is he so desolate?

After careful observation, Biqigu also found that the facade outside the yard was a closed auto repair shop, and it was reasonable to build it next to the road.

While ensuring that there are few people on the road, it is not awkward to drive out of it. Before coming, I turned around, walked through the tunnel several times, and passed through several transfers carefully. It can be said that the cautiousness is the ultimate.

If it wasn't for Bi Qigu who ran into these two people by mistake, and with very few clues, he didn't even know the existence of the fat man and the thin man, so he wanted to find these two brothers from Baghdad. It took too much effort.

Speaking of Baghdad... this should still be Baghdad, right?

Bi Qigu thought to himself, there are not many shops on both sides of such a road, and the road is also bumpy, which feels like a suburb.

In other words, this group of people has been going around in circles for a long time, and either they have already left Baghdad, or they are about to leave Baghdad.

Thinking along this line of thought, now they have a car, gasoline, food and water, and a few large suitcases that don’t know what they’re packed in... With these things, there’s basically no place for them Can't go.

So where are they going?

Under the car, the strong smell of gasoline makes people feel the head on, and the roiling heat is very hot. The speed of the car and the narrow pipe effect between the car body and the ground lead to extremely high wind speed in the middle, and the wind is dangerous to the ears and hair.

However, Hikigaya was firmly attached to the bottom of the car like a magnet, and his two hands holding the car body were as firm as a rock, with bags under his eyes half drooping, and his expression was flat and unchanged.

Looking at his expression, it seems that this behavior is light and simple; but in fact, as long as Bi Qigu's hand is slightly loosened, the person will fall off.

As long as his head is slightly tilted back two centimeters during this process, he will be intimately touched by the rapidly receding ground and rubbed vigorously; as long as his elbows are slightly stretched a few centimeters to the sides, he will be sucked into the rapidly rotating wheels.

...Thinking about it carefully, among the people Hikigu knows, it seems that he himself can complete this work with the lowest risk-because he has the real thing.

The vibrating sound of the army green jeep engine made Bi Qigu feel agitated, the rumbling sound was louder than any stereo Bi Qigu had ever heard, but he had to endure this pain, who made him an agent.

The two people in the car were chatting, and in the fierce wind, Bi Qigu could vaguely hear their conversation with real objects.

Bi Qigu curled his lips, listening with relish.

——Let's just listen to it as a car radio, which can pass his boring time on the road.

On the way, Hikigu was still thinking, did the Iraqi Association branch find him missing?If found, how far have they tracked it down now?

Is it the room in the headquarters of the Guardian True Sect, or the morning market, or even further, the women's toilet in the public toilet?

If they can find out who came here... Biqigu left a detective trench coat on the roof of the abandoned warehouse, and there are bullets that Biqigu bounced off on the ground.

Hopefully, they can discover what Hikigu left behind, and follow the trail of Hikigu.

...Thinking about it this way, let's smack Bi Qigu's mouth.

Although it is not clear what the situation of the Iraqi Association is, it is an association after all.The working ability of the association is still worthy of trust.

The only thing that makes him regret is that he can't go to the celebration wine or reception banquet.

……

...Bi Qigu's guess was half right.

The detectives did discover Biqigu's disappearance, and they were indeed following the clues, but there is still a long way to go to catch up with Biqigu's trajectory.

——The stronghold of the Guardian True Cult in Baghdad is still dusty, and dust is almost everywhere.

In a room full of portraits, a tunnel with no end was dug out.

The sound of people shouting faintly from a distant place,

Several agents guarded the entrance of the tunnel, keeping vigilant.

According to Ahmed's command, everyone dug new soil and avoided the old soil, and dug along.The tunnel excavation work is coming to an end soon.

"Commander, that's not right." The bang bang bang dangdang sound stopped, and the team leader who took the lead in digging the tunnel put down the custom-made alloy shovel in his hand, raised his hand to turn off the flashlight on his head, and turned to ask Ahmed, "There are worms in the soil further ahead, and it is damp and hardened, not like new soil."

There is no opalescent light in the tunnel when Biqigu came, only a piece of darkness that belongs to the underground without a trace of light, and a semi-extremely hypoxic environment.

Therefore, before going down the tunnel, each agent drank the potion that allows people to self-supply oxygen, and also brought a powerful flashlight.

Ahmed thought about the team leader's question, and replied, "Is the tunnel turning here? Look in all directions."

What Ahmed said makes a lot of sense.But the team leader has already thought of this.

"I've tried everything, it's all old soil."

"Oh?" Standing behind him was a hungry Ahmed who was expressionless and didn't know what to think about.Standing in front of the mud wall in front of the team leader, he leaned his head to observe carefully.

"Here should be the authentic exit."

After confirming what the team leader said, Ahmed thought for a while, raised his head, looked at the soil above his head, and took a deep look

"The exit should be overhead, dig up."

"Ah? Dig up? If someone outside sees us, will they..."

Ahmed waved his hand, "We don't want to be seen, and they don't want to. I believe this is the exit, you just need to dig."

The team leader gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay! Everyone dig with me!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Shovels, hammers, chisels...the list goes on and on.

All kinds of tools greeted each other, and after a few clicks, the dust washed down and landed on the uniforms, heads, faces, eyes and even mouths of the agents.

The detectives didn't care about the dirt on their bodies, and their faces immediately became dusty, and there was a look of determination on each of the dirty faces.

On the contrary, the uniform was the cleanest, without any change or movement, but after the dust fell on the windbreaker, it didn't stay on the windbreaker at all, and most of the obvious large particles slid straight down the windbreaker, and couldn't stay at all.

A small part that is not obvious, melts on the windbreaker in a subtle way... like snowflakes on the hot ground.

The clothes of the association's agents are indeed more advanced than the black robes of the fat and thin Tinder brothers, which is not an exaggeration of the association than Qigu.

"Wow--" It was like an avalanche on a snowy mountain, or like a basin full of water falling from the sky. Large clods of soil separated and fell directly, smashing the agents to the ground in a panic.

As the clods fell, it was like opening a skylight, and dim but white light and bright starlight shone into the cave along the broken hole.

"..."

None of the detectives said a word, and looked up at the sky outside the cave entrance, like a frog sitting at the bottom of a well looking at the moon.

The silence outside and the inexplicable echo of the sky pierced into the ears of the detectives. Except for the faint sound of cicadas, there was nothing else.

The team leader kicked his feet and flew up directly, looking around.

After carefully looking around and confirming that there is no problem, the team leader went back to the entrance of the cave and said to the commander-in-chief: "There is no one outside, it is the morning market!"

"Morning market?" Ahmed raised his eyebrows, "Is it the morning market next to Babylon Ronata Hotel?"

"Yes, it should be this."

"I see." Ahmed nodded without commenting, calling everyone to go up first.

What he didn't say was that this familiar place was hard not to remind him of the morning market weirdo that Biqigu wanted only yesterday.

When talking about the morning market, three things come to mind.

Biqigu stayed at the Babylon Ronata Hotel, arranged by the Iraqi Association branch.

The morning market is next to the Babylon Hotel, where Biqigu met the morning market weirdo.

What's more, he, Ahmed, booked the Babylon Ronata Hotel tonight, and asked them to prepare a welcome dinner where the welcome was absent, and a celebration dinner where there were no victors and victors.

——I always feel that there is an inexplicable connection here.

... A group of detectives rushed out of the tunnel in full armor, and the clues came to an abrupt end here.

The team leader scratched his head, "Commander, it seems that there are no shoe cultists here?"

Ahmed wanted to roll his eyes, but didn't because it was too girly.

I'm not blind, I can see.

The team leader saw that he didn't get an answer from Ahmed, so he added another question: "Then what should we do next?"

"Call the headquarters immediately and ask them to check all the videos of the place we are in for nearly an hour!"

Ahmed narrowed his eyes and analyzed,

"I think the head of the branch is "waiting" for us in the surveillance."

The upper part opened his mouth, and the lower part broke his leg. Ahmed passed a word back, and the civilian staff at the headquarters who coordinated the nationwide campaign against shoe education immediately mobilized some staff and put down their work to check the monitoring of the morning market.

At this time, it was 08:30 in the evening.

It was still half an hour before the time when all the tasks that were scheduled to end, which was exactly 9 o'clock, were still half an hour away.

……

……

Not far from the morning market is the Babylon Ronata Hotel that Ahmed was thinking about.

Tonight at the Babylon Lonata was extraordinarily busy and exciting.

The most luxurious hotel in Baghdad has been booked by a mysterious and expensive man, who made them prepare for a whole day.

Up to the chairman, general manager, lobby manager, down to the waiters, doormen and cashiers, they are all fully armed and excited. They should take a shower and put on makeup to ensure that they welcome the guests in the most energetic state.

At this moment, after intense and exciting work, the hotel was finally fully prepared before the scheduled time, and there were flowers and lights everywhere.

Outside the door, red, purple, and precious flowers of various colors are arranged meticulously, and the repairs are exquisite and beautiful; the river is rippling and sparkling, and a river of stars can be salvaged by bending down.

The red carpet leads directly from the door to the banquet hall, the music is soothing and the aromatherapy is just right.

In the banquet hall, exquisite crystal chandeliers are hung high, and the spacious space is full of splendor and splendor. Red wines of various famous brands and just the right age are placed neatly on the small tables. Only when distinguished guests come, the wine bottles will be opened immediately, and the self-service snacks will also be served. Immediately fill the little table.

In the back kitchen, there are a variety of exquisite ingredients, and they are all placed full. The processing, marinating, and time are all calculated just right. Just wait for the distinguished guests to come, and immediately put them into the pot and put them on the plate.