In fact, Moose knew what to do without Ai Liang's reminder.

He just got in the car.

Turn off all electronic products such as mobile phones and Bluetooth headsets.

After doing all this, he took the initiative to explain: "Don't worry, I checked it on the way here, and I don't have a tracker on me. If you don't believe me, just find a hotel later and use the security gate to test it."

Ai Liang drove the car intently: "You seem to have made a mistake. What I can't trust is not your anti-reconnaissance awareness, but yourself."

"It's too late, Lao Li, there's nothing I can't believe."

Moose put the phone on the charging board in the car casually: "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."

Ai Liang didn't answer the question directly.

Instead, he asked Moose: "Are you so sure that it was me who called you?"

Just hearing the sound, I rushed over to meet him non-stop.

It's not like Moose's style.

Although the messenger has some friendship with him, he doesn't trust him to this extent.

According to Moose's personality, he will definitely investigate the opponent first.

Even if you are sure to meet the other party.

I will also design a set of extremely complicated meeting plans, and observe those passers-by who have been following closely behind.

Before he directs you to circle around and throw everyone away.

You don't see other people at all.

How could it be like now, like a dog licking, calling over with just one phone call.

Moose laughed dryly, "Hi, this isn't an old friend long time no see..."

He just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Ai Liang slamming on the brakes: "If you have anything to say, just tell me, you were the one responsible for the throat-cutting case?"

Moose, who didn't like to wear a seat belt, bumped his forehead firmly against the dashboard.

"I'm Oo... If you ask, just ask, can you stop braking suddenly..."

Moose rubbed his forehead: "I participated in this matter, but I didn't kill people.

To make this matter a big deal was a last resort, who made it impossible for that guy to get in touch at all..."

"To catch the hermit?" Ai Liang asked.

Moose couldn't help complaining: "That's right, you also know that as soon as that guy disappears from your eyes, it's as if the world has evaporated.

He has always been the only one who can contact us. When something happens to us, we can never find anyone else.

Especially when I went to the black market to collect bounties.

The black market wanted him to come over to confirm my identity, but in the end I couldn't get in touch with others, and I was almost beaten up.

And when he just went crazy, the big and small forces in Nevada City were inconvenient to take action against you guys who have establishments and connections, so they could only catch me and ask.

Walking on the street during that time, a group of people would appear from time to time, driving seven or eight cars to block me.

It made me afraid to even leave the door, and I lived on the food stocked in the safe house.

You don't know how miserable it is..."

When old friends met, Moose turned on the memory killing mode and began to pour out his bitterness.

His mouth didn't stop all the way.

Crazy complaints about what the hermit did at that time made him feel so uncomfortable.

Ai Liang held the steering wheel with both hands, and listened to his complaints in silence.

Is this just plain complaining?

Not really.

Moose is just using the shared memories to draw closer the relationship that has not been seen for many years and has gradually become unfamiliar.

It's like talking with old classmates who haven't had much contact after graduation at a class reunion.

Since I don't know anything about the current situation of my old classmates in recent years, let's start with the memories.

Talk about the stupid things you have done together, and then make fun of the head teacher.

People are creatures that are prone to nostalgia, and activating the memories of those lush years can make people let go of their guard and barriers as quickly as possible.

Then in the conversation, understand the other party's current situation from the side.

Once you come and go, the topic will come.

It's not like I've completely forgotten everything I've done before.

The truth is this, but Moose's topic choice is not right.

No matter how he brought up the topic, Ai Liang drove the car without saying a word.

It gave Moose a sense of déjà vu.

It's like returning to the days when he cooperated with the hermit.

Telling jokes and telling jokes to enliven the atmosphere.

The hermit kept a cold face, screening the hunting targets without saying a word.

Moose shook his head vigorously to get this unrealistic thought out of his brain.

"After so many years...you still can't forget?"

Seeing that Ai Liang has been refusing to speak, Moose hesitated for a while, and finally brought up the scar in the messenger's heart.

"get off."

Ai Liang said suddenly.

Moose turned his head and glanced at his surroundings.

Rows of cypress trees are neatly planted on both sides of the road.

One step at a time, leading directly to the monument engraved with golden text on the top.

The dark clouds in the sky happened to block the sun at this time, casting a layer of gray on all this.

Although the outdoor temperature has gradually risen with the sun rising.

But it was different inside the car. The air conditioner in the car made the thinly clad Moose shudder.

"get off."

Ai Liang repeated it again.

"Can't you pick a place in the sun to talk about things?"

When Moose got out of the car, he still insisted on muttering something.

Ai Liang ignored him, parked the car by the side of the road, and led him to the highest point of the cemetery.

This is the place with the widest view in the entire cemetery.

Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of everything around you.

The two sat down on the steps on the edge of the monument.

Moose took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped the bottom of the box with his index finger, and pushed out one: "Do you want to smoke?"

Seeing that Ai Liang didn't respond, he was not embarrassed, took out the cigarette and lit it on his mouth.

Ai Liang crossed his hands and looked towards the sky: "Then you offered a reward for my whereabouts in Qianhua City, and you also wanted to ask me if there was any news about the hermit?"

"I was also pushed into a hurry."

Moose exhaled a puff of white smoke, then snuffed out the cigarette he just smoked and threw it into the ash bag: "If I can't find the hermit within the specified time, I may die.

You also know the character of the hermit, I have no clue here, I can only try my luck with you, I didn't expect that the throat-cutting case did not attract the hermit, but attracted you first. "

"What happened, who asked you to find the hermit?"

Ai Liang asked.

How apprehensive Moose was when he came here, how disappointed he is now.

Judging from Ai Liang's performance, he didn't know the hermit's whereabouts at all.

Moose shook his head, reached out and patted Ai Liang's shoulder: "If you don't know the whereabouts of the hermit, then let's meet up as old friends today... Are you short on money, do you need me to lend you some?"

It is certainly a good thing to have an acquaintance as a helper.

But Janus' side has obviously gone beyond the realm that normal humans can understand.

No matter how many ordinary people go, it is estimated that they will deliver food.

Although Moose's moral sentiment is not very good.

But he still admires the messenger very much.

Otherwise, it would not have been the case back then. When most people remained silent, they chose to take the initiative to help.

With great difficulty, the messenger was saved from the death penalty and prison with the efforts of all parties.

Now drag the messenger into this muddy water.

It was undoubtedly hurting him.

So Moose didn't intend to describe to the messenger what he had learned, the other side of the world.

The moment Moose's left hand touched Ai Liang's shoulder.

His complexion changed drastically.

Slap.

"Hiss! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! What are you doing?!"

Moose's left arm was twisted in a circle by Ai Liang.

If he hadn't turned his body in time, he might have twisted his arm off.

Moose gritted his teeth, his facial features huddled together: "Arm! The arm is going to break! Let go!"

Ai Liang shook Moose's arm away.

The huge force carried by his arm caused him to stagger and fall to the ground.

Moose put on a bitter face after getting up, and gently rubbed the muscles of his left arm.

"It hurts me to death... It's my fault to offer a reward to you, but there's no need to be so ruthless. When I go back, the reward will be withdrawn..."

Ai Liang asked coldly: "Where did you get the engraving on your left hand?"

In the words, there is a killing intent.

If Moose hadn't taken the initiative to put his hand on his shoulder.

He didn't perceive the existence of the engraving at all.

Moreover, the engraved breath felt is exactly the same as those masks.

Being able to avoid his perception under Ai Liang's eyelids, it still has the breath of a mask.

In this world, apart from the man with thousands of faces, there is no second person who can do it.

Moose's face was innocent, and he opened his mouth to defend: "What engraving? It's just a tattoo~lightnovelpub.net~ But in the bottom of his heart, there are turbulent waves.

Why does the messenger know the engraving?

Could it be that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is also a member of the Apostolic Society?

The hermit has a problem, and the messenger also has a problem. Yang Xingguo, who has a good relationship with the messenger, and Xia Qiyuan who disappeared inexplicably... Could it be that I was the only one kept in the dark? !

"I'm asking you, who gave you the engraving on your hand."

Ai Liang's face twisted and changed, and the messenger's appearance completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a wild face.

Moose raised his head, his pupils constricted.

"Hermit?!"

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