Zhang Heng ran to the end of the alley with Little Boy in his arms.
"Dumpster. There's a folding ladder inside. You can put it on the wall. You go up first, and then pull me up," Little Boy said.
"Maybe there's an easier way."
Zhang Heng took off his coat and tied Little Boy to his chest. He then stepped on the dumpster, jumped onto the wall, and flipped to the other side before the police arrived.
"… I destroyed the surveillance camera there two days ago." Little Boy paused and continued to point the way.
Zhang Heng didn't say anything and ran directly to the path on the right.
"Turn left. Pay attention to the surveillance camera next door. You can avoid it by sticking to the wall."
The little boy seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding area. From the countless surveillance cameras, he managed to plan an escape route that would not be captured.
Ten minutes later, the two were far away from the scene of the incident, and there were no more sirens behind them.
"Hey, can you put me down now?" Little Boy frowned.
Their current posture was a little ambiguous. Their upper bodies were pressed together, and Little Boy had to clamp her legs around Zhang Heng's waist in order not to fall. She also had to tilt her head to observe the route, causing her neck and thighs to be a little sore.
Back on the ground, she stretched her neck and then looked at Zhang Heng.
"I didn't have time to ask you before. Who are you? Why did you save me?"
"Your personality hasn't changed after so many years. In this case, you should thank me first," Zhang Heng said. "It's not too late to thank me after figuring out your purpose.
Maybe you're from Black Nest, just like the pair of police officers before. They pretended to be a couple to arrest me, and you pretended to be a kind-hearted person who helped me. You want to use this method to get close to me. Who knows if you have ulterior motives? Also, don't talk to me in that tone. It's like we know each other very well. "
Little Boy wanted to tidy up her hair, but her hands were handcuffed behind her back.
Although she was as stubborn as ever, Zhang Heng still managed to glean a lot of information from her words. This parallel quest was different from the past. It was no longer about the past, but the future. And the little boy looked like he was meeting him for the first time. In other words, there was a high probability that the so-called "future" was deduced from a past where there were no player activities.
"You're from 01 Guerrilla Team, right?"
"That's obvious. We're the only ones in the city who are still resisting CTOS."
"By throwing stones at the cameras?"
"…"
"Are you mocking us?"
"No, I admire you very much. Where are Philip and Waldo? Are they with you? Magician and Semiprime?"
Hearing these names, the little boy's expression changed. "Are you really here to cause trouble?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you usually watch the news? Black Nest has wasted their money hiring you to work undercover. "
"Ha, you guys are on the news? Well … it seems that I need to catch up on what happened all these years," Zhang Heng said. "How about we make a deal?"
"What deal?"
"I'll help you unlock the handcuffs on your hands. You have to answer a few of my questions. If you think it's too sensitive, you don't have to say anything."
"Heh, I don't need your help to unlock the handcuffs." Little Boy snorted.
Before Zhang Heng could say anything, a passerby passed by and saw the little boy and the handcuffs on her hands. A look of suspicion appeared on his face.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen someone who likes this?" Zhang Heng lifted the little boy and pressed her against the wall with one hand while unzipping her sportswear with the other.
"Shameless!" The passerby cursed in a low voice and left in a hurry.
"Look, it's not just the camera's problem now. You can't even take a few steps in your current state." Zhang Heng zipped up the sportswear again.
The little boy's expression changed several times. After a while, she asked, "Can you really unlock my handcuffs?"
Zhang Heng looked at the type of handcuffs, "Of course. Do you have a wallet?"
"In my right pocket."
To Zhang Heng's surprise, there was no credit card in the little boy's wallet. It was all cash.
"They can use your credit card spending records to find out when and where you went and what you bought. They can even compare other people's credit card records to find out who you've seen. Only paper money is the safest."
"You're right." Zhang Heng folded a brand new euro into a slender strip, inserted it into the slot, and reversed the handcuffs. The next moment, the handcuffs were slit open along with the euro.
"Who are you? A murderer, a thief, a gang member?"
"It's just a trick I learned from watching videos on the Internet."
"Aren't you afraid of being monitored by them when you browse such videos?"
"I don't live here."
"Is that so? You're lucky." After the little boy took off the handcuffs, she moved her wrists and looked at Zhang Heng. She stared at him for a long time as if trying to read something from his face. Half a minute later, she said, "Come with me."
"Where to?"
"My place. It's safer there."
Zhang Heng followed the little boy to her apartment. It was an old house with mottled walls, and mold could be seen on the ceiling. There was no elevator, and the door was locked with the most common mechanical lock. The little boy took out the key from her pocket and opened the door.
It was a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. Unlike the old and dilapidated staircase, the house was clean and tidy. Although it was not big, it was decorated warmly. There was also a British shorthair nestled on the sofa, not looking up when it heard the door open.
"The first thing," the little boy opened the door of the microwave, "is to put in all your smart devices that can connect to the Internet."
"I don't have smart devices," Zhang Heng said.
"You're lying."
"You can search me if you don't believe me."
The little boy frowned, but she did not believe Zhang Heng. Instead, she searched his body to make sure that he was not lying. "Sit anywhere you like," she said.
There was only one sofa in the living room, and the British shorthair had claimed ownership of it. Zhang Heng was wise not to invade the Flare Eater's territory and sat down on the stool at the dining table next to him.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Coffee."
"Nothing."
"Tea?"
"Nothing."
"Plain water then."
"Okay."
Three minutes later, the little boy heated up the milk and poured a cup for herself and Zhang Heng. She then picked up the lazy British shorthair from the sofa and sat down opposite Zhang Heng. "What do you want to know?"
"Where is Edward?"
"You know this name?" The little boy's face showed a hint of vigilance. "And you said you are not from Black Nest."
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