Zhao Pengcheng was hidden in the dark carriage, feeling the bumps of the car, counting the numbers in his heart. When the car stopped, his heart also stopped beating. He knew there was a door there and the car was being inspected.

He vaguely heard the driver roll down the window, show the pass and the signed registration form to the guard, and chatter with the guard.

According to the normal process, the guards have the right to inspect the vehicle, but in this freezing night, no one is willing to do so. What's more, the driver is familiar with the road, the procedures are complete, and there is no trouble.

The first two doors passed smoothly, but the vehicle stopped at the last door for a long time. Zhao Pengcheng couldn't hear what the driver and guard were talking about, but he heard two dog barks.

Then the back door of the carriage opened with a bang, and the light of a flashlight shot in from the gap between the stacked cartons, leaving a mottled light on the inner wall of the carriage next to Zhao Pengcheng.

The barking barking sounded loudly, accompanied by the drooling sound of eating and eating. Judging from the sound, there are at least two dogs lying at the entrance of the carriage.

Zhao Pengcheng held his breath, not letting himself make a sound, but he couldn't stop the smell on his body.

He heard the driver's voice: "These are the goods every day, and the procedures are all about it. Is there anything to check? What's wrong today?"

Another voice said: "You think I am willing, this dog is barking desperately, and we have to investigate it as soon as it barks."

The driver complained: "This dog is also true. It's cold, what's the call? There are no bones in my car." Suddenly he called out, "Could it be because of this..."

Zhao Pengcheng heard the sound of thumping footsteps, and the driver's voice suddenly went far and near, "I still have half a roasted chicken in my car. Doesn't the dog smell the roasted chicken?"

Another voice said, "What are you doing with roast chicken in your car?"

"Hey, just the food in you, dinner, pickled vegetable buns every day, I have to unload the goods, no one can stand it! This dog nose is really good, I can smell it in the car."

"It didn't call when you came."

"The plastic bag for the chicken was not opened at that time, maybe it's not heavy." The driver said haha, "You said, it's such a small matter, I'm really embarrassed to make you feel tired too! Come on! Come...I still have a few packs of good cigarettes here. You can smoke them..."

...

The car started again, and the sound of the heavy iron door creaking when it closed came from behind.

Zhao Pengcheng let out a sigh of relief, and his tight muscles relaxed. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked. In the cold night, the sweat quickly became cold and pressed against his skin, he couldn't help but think of the laboratory that could be infinitely close to absolute zero.

The driver in the cab hummed a relaxing song:

Onadarkdeserthighway,

coolwindinmyhair,

Warmsmellofcolitas,

risingupthroughtheair.

...

Iwasrunningforthedoor,

Ihadtofindthepassagebacktothe;Iwasbefore,

, Saidthenight-man,

Weareprogrammedtoreceive.

...

Zhao Pengcheng stretched out his stiff arms and legs, and kicked a big bag in the corner. He guessed that this bag might be prepared for him, so he fumbled to open it. There were a few pieces of clothes inside, and a stiff machine-like thing, I didn't know what it was in the dark.

In the mezzanine of the bag, he touched a mobile phone. He turned on the phone and irradiated it with bright light, only to find a small handheld cutter in his bag. This cutting machine comes with a lithium battery, DC power supply, compact and convenient, the disadvantage is that the power is very small, but it is easy to cut the shackles on his feet.

He took out the cutting machine, pressed the switch, and the metal cutting disc on the roulette spun around.

This is the first time that he has operated this kind of machine, and he has to cut the tight iron ring on his leg in the dark, which will inevitably be nervous. However, when the cutting discs and the iron shackles rubbed sparks, the high-pitched and piercing sound of cutting sounded in the carriage, and an inexplicable and unspeakable excitement rose in his heart.

The shackles were opened.

Zhao Pengcheng's eyes were a little painful when stimulated by the sparks, and he couldn't open them for a while. After adjusting to the darkness for a while, he began to change clothes. Then he stuffed the phone into his clothes pocket.

The van stopped. Boxes of goods were removed from the truck, exposing an opening for one person to enter and exit.

Zhao Pengcheng climbed out of the car and saw the honest face of the driver.

The light of the car lights shot into the darkness ahead, illuminating a few quiet grasses. Only the sky in the extreme distance had already glowed with a cloud of white light.

The driver smiled at him and said, "Cross the road in front is the old ferry crossing. I can only take you here."

Zhao Pengcheng also smiled, said "thank you", and rushed into the side road without looking back. The high and low tree shadows quickly covered his figure.

A crow swept across the treetops, croaking twice as if it had completed the task, and then flew towards the city's still-bright lights.

The truck drove away, the night was quiet, and everything was calm again.

Zhao Pengcheng crossed the small road and walked forward for about half a mile, and saw a business car parked at a three-way intersection in front of him. He walked to the commercial vehicle and tapped the window glass three times with his hand. The glass shook, and a strange middle-aged man sat in the cab and looked at him and asked, "Huang Liang?"

"I am Huang Liang." Zhao Pengcheng replied.

The middle-aged man got out of the car and helped him open the door: "Get in the car, Comrade Huang Liang."

Zhao Pengcheng got into the car, sat in the back seat, took a long breath, and slowly closed his eyes. He knew that he was finally free, but he might no longer be able to use the name "Zhao Pengcheng" in the future.

The middle-aged man sat back in the driver's seat and handed over a purse and said, "I will take you to the airport. Your ticket and documents are here."

Zhao Pengcheng took the bag and opened it to take a look. It contained his ID card and passport. The names on it were Huangliang. The ticket is for Amsterdam, and there are some RMB and U.S. dollars.

The middle-aged driver said: "The mobile phone card hasn't been issued yet~lightnovelpub.net~ But don’t worry, it’s still early to board the flight. When I get to the airport, I will buy you a mobile phone first, and then apply for a card. Your itinerary."

"No need." Zhao Pengcheng said as he took out the mobile phone tucked in his pocket.

Swiping the screen, he saw a folder named "Ghost" lying in the corner of the screen on the second page.

...

In the basement of the experimental building, Aoki connected his mobile phone to one of the servers with a data cable. After a while, a "Ghost" folder was added to his mobile phone.

Aoki unplugged the phone, sighed softly, and said to himself: "This is convenient and convenient. Then, will you know all the things I will do with the phone in the future?"

Wake up and train the ghost, this may be a Pandora's box, no one knows what the result will be after opening it. Although he knew that, besides this ghost, there was a bigger and more terrifying ghost that was ubiquitous like a god, looking at the world all the time.

One day, we shall meet. he thinks.