Chapter 155
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Grabbing the gap between the boulders, Dean quietly climbed up the wall.
"One hundred and fifty meters to the left and one hundred and fifty meters to the right. A soldier is stationed every three hundred meters." Dean sensed the smell. The place he chose was exactly in the middle of the two. As he climbed to the middle of the wall, dark clouds rolled over his head.
Dean stuck to the wall and waited quietly.
A moment later, a torrential downpour fell.
Dean immediately took the opportunity to quietly grope up. As he climbed to the top of the sharp wood, he looked around and saw that the two soldiers had left and returned to the pavilion five miles away to take shelter from the rain.
When it rained, the stationed soldiers would retreat and change from garrison to intermittent patrol.
Dean seized the opportunity and quickly crossed the aisle on the high wall and climbed down from the other end.
Although the smell was suppressed during the rain, he could still roughly sense it within a range of about seven or eight miles. He lowered his body and ran stealthily. Occasionally, when he ran into a patrol team, he couldn't avoid them, so he lay on the ground and hid in the rain. Although the rain was very harmful to the human body, he was already wet and couldn't care less.
Half an hour later.
In the outer edge of the commercial district, a figure was running in the drizzle. There were no pedestrians in the wilderness. After the rain stopped, he took off his clothes and wrung them out. Then he continued to wear them until he came to the nearest suburban town.
"I'm back …" Dean looked at the town with cold eyes. He silently said in his heart and then quietly entered the town.
He came to the town's post station and hired a horse from the boss.
The boss saw that Dean was wearing wet clothes and felt a bit strange, but seeing that Dean had handed over silver coins, he didn't ask anything. He took two horses and gave them to Dean.
Dean turned over and rode on one of the big horses. At the same time, he pulled the other horse's rope and galloped away.
After leaving the town, Dean rode all the way along the suburban trail at full speed. He didn't enter the commercial district. There were many people on the street and it would inevitably attract attention. Moreover, some streets prohibited horses unless they had aristocratic status.
Da Da!
Along the suburban streets all the way.
Dudian rode two horses. Although it was a bit of a detour in the suburbs, and occasionally they would encounter attacks from wild wolves and porcupines, but the confidentiality was much higher.
"It's getting dark …" Dean looked at the sky and urged the horse faster.
Two hours later.
One of the six boundary walls between the commercial district and the residential district. In front of the boundary wall closest to the giant wall, there were not many people going in and out. At this moment, a black horse was galloping over. A thin figure was sitting on the horse. It slowed down on the path in front of the passage and followed the sparse crowd into the passage of the boundary wall.
Dean who was sitting on the horse saw that there was no wanted poster on the boundary wall. He was relieved. He knew that the news hadn't reached here yet. It would save him a lot of effort.
There was no inspection to enter the residential district from the commercial district, but a strict inspection was required to enter the commercial district from the residential district.
Therefore, Dean rode through the passage safely. As for the other horse, he had already lost it on the way. Otherwise, it would be somewhat unusual and conspicuous for a person to carry two horses. After all, the wanted poster would be delivered sooner or later, and the pursuers would come sooner or later. If he was too conspicuous, it would be easy for the pursuers to track him down.
After coming out of the passage, Dean slowly accelerated and galloped away again.
"Residential district … I don't know how uncle and aunt are. Have they been implicated by me? Three years have passed. Will aunt's legs still hurt in rainy days …" Dean could not help but think of Jura and her husband as he galloped all the way. In addition to his biological parents and sister, Jura and her husband were the most guilty people in the world.
However, he knew that with his current identity, it was not appropriate to appear in front of them. Moreover, he had no time to find them.
The sky was dark.
Dean galloped at full speed, trying to enter the slums before the curfew.
A few hours later.
Dean rode past the boundary wall leading to the slums. He was back to the slums. His keen sense of smell suddenly smelled the turbid air and all kinds of strange and unpleasant smells.
He rode the exhausted black horse to the abandoned factory that Barton and the others had found. It was located on the outskirts of the slums.
At the moment, it was curfew time. There were soldiers patrolling the streets. If they saw a pedestrian, they would be beaten. If it was serious, they would be detained for a few days.
Halfway through the journey, Dean encountered the curfew patrol. He immediately abandoned the black horse and tied it to a shed post outside a hotel. Taking advantage of the darkness, he went to another street to take a detour.
Because of his sense of smell, it was almost impossible for the curfew patrol to find him.
A few hours later, Dean came to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the slums. Weeds were everywhere. The abandoned factory was like a dark skeleton standing in the wilderness of weeds.
Dean didn't smell the smell of Barton and others. He frowned slightly. But thinking that he hadn't come back for more than three years, it was normal that they were not here. He immediately pushed the weeds and entered the factory.
The darkness didn't affect his vision. There were some weeds growing in the factory. It should be deserted for a while. He walked around and quickly found some materials that he had specified to Barton and others to buy. He didn't expect that after three years, these materials were still piled up here and hadn't been sold.
Dean silently stroked the wooden crates that stored the materials. After a moment of silence, he found some coal and smeared it on his face. After that, he found a slightly clean place and lay down to rest.
He had not slept for two days and one night from the time he dug the tunnel to the time he was on his way. He was completely exhausted.
The next day.
Dean woke up. In the warm golden light, he left the abandoned factory and went to the square where he and Barton had contacted each other. He immediately saw that the square was engraved with special symbols that he had taught them.
"Dean, we have bought the things …"
"Dean, are you okay? Everyone is waiting for you …"
"Dean, we are waiting for you at the Green Street, North District, Source Mountain Factory …"
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