Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 256 Reminiscing about the past
Actually, even without Ai Liang's reminder, Mu Si already knew what to do.

As soon as he got in the car.

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

After doing all this, he even offered a proactive explanation: "Don't worry, I checked on the way here. I don't have a GPS tracker on me. If you don't believe me, just go to any hotel later and test it with a security gate."

Ai Liang kept her eyes glued to the car as she drove: "You seem to have misunderstood something. What I don't trust isn't your counter-surveillance awareness, but you yourself."

"Don't give me that, Lao Li. What do I have that I can't trust?"

Mus casually placed his phone on the car's charging pad: "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."

Ai Liang did not answer the question directly.

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

Upon hearing the voice, they rushed over without stopping.

That's really not like a Muslim's style.

Although the messenger had some acquaintance with him, he didn't trust him to that extent.

Given Mus's personality, he would definitely investigate the other party thoroughly first.

Even if you've decided to meet the other person.

They would also devise an extremely complex meeting plan and observe which passersby would follow them closely.

Before he directs you through countless twists and turns, leaving everyone behind.

You can't see anyone at all.

It's nothing like now, where they're like a lapdog, calling me with just one phone call.

Mus chuckled twice. "Hey, isn't this an old friend I haven't seen in a long time..."

He was about to explain when Ai Liang abruptly stopped him, saying, "Just say what you have to say. Did you orchestrate the throat-slitting incident?"

Mus, who doesn't like wearing a seatbelt, slammed his forehead hard against the dashboard.

"Damn it... You can ask, but can you please not slam on the brakes all of a sudden..."

Mus rubbed his forehead: "I was involved in this, but I didn't kill anyone."

Making a big fuss about this was a last resort, since we couldn't contact that guy at all..."

"To lure out the hermit?" Ai Liang asked.

Mus couldn't help but complain, "That's right, you know that guy disappears from sight as if he's vanished into thin air."

He's always the one who contacts us; when we run into trouble, we can't find him at all.

Especially when I used to go to the black market to collect bounties.

The black market wanted him to come and verify my identity, but they couldn't get in touch with him no matter what they tried, which almost got me a beating.

And when he first went crazy, the various forces in Nevada, big and small, couldn't easily take action against you guys who had official positions and connections, so they could only question me.

During that period, when I walked down the street, groups of people would suddenly appear and block my way in seven or eight cars.

I was so afraid to even leave the house that I had to survive on the food stored in the safe house.

You have no idea how terrible it was…

When old friends meet, Mus starts reminiscing and pours out his troubles.

He kept talking the whole way.

He went on a rant about how the hermit had acted and how upset he had been.

Ai Liang gripped the steering wheel with both hands and listened silently to his complaints.

Is this just a simple complaint?

No.

Mus was simply using shared memories to bridge the gap in their relationship, which had grown distant after many years apart.

Just like at a class reunion, you can chat with old classmates you haven't kept in touch with much since graduation.

Since I know nothing about my old classmate's current situation in recent years, I'll start with memories.

Let's talk about the silly things we've done together, and then tease our homeroom teacher.

Humans are inherently nostalgic creatures. Activating memories of those youthful days can help people quickly let down their guard and overcome barriers.

Then, during the conversation, try to find out about the other person's current situation from the sidelines.

After a few exchanges, the topic naturally came up.

Surely they can't have completely forgotten everything they did in the past.

That makes sense, but the topic chosen by the Muslims was not quite right.

No matter how he tried to steer the conversation, Ai Liang drove on without saying a word.

This gave Muss a sense of déjà vu.

It was as if he had returned to the days when he collaborated with the hermit.

He kept telling jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

The hermit, with a cold face, silently selected his prey.

Mus shook his head vigorously, trying to banish this unrealistic idea from his mind.

"So many years have passed... and you still can't forget?"

Seeing that Ai Liang remained silent, Mu Si hesitated for a moment before finally bringing up the messenger's painful past.

"get off."

Ai Liang suddenly said.

Mus turned his head and glanced at his surroundings.

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

Step by step, you ascend to the monument at the top, inscribed with golden lettering.

The dark clouds in the sky happened to block out the sun at that moment, casting a gray hue over everything.

Although the outdoor temperature has been gradually rising as the sun rises.

But inside the car, the air conditioning made the thinly dressed Mus shiver.

"get off."

Ai Liang repeated it again.

"Couldn't you pick a more normal place to talk business?"

As Mus got out of the car, he still had to mutter something under his breath.

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

This is the most open area in the entire cemetery.

Standing here, you can take in everything around you.

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

Mus pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped the bottom of the pack with his index finger, and popped one out: "Want one?"

Seeing that Ai Liang didn't respond, he wasn't embarrassed. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

Ai Liang crossed her arms and looked up at the horizon: "So, you offered a bounty on my whereabouts in Thousand Flower City because you wanted to know if I had any news about the Hermit?"

"I was also pushed into a corner."

Mus exhaled a puff of white smoke, then stubbed out the cigarette he had just taken a puff of and threw it into the ashtray: "If I can't find the Hermit within the allotted time, I might lose my life."

"You know the Hermit's personality. I had absolutely no leads, so I could only try my luck with you. I didn't expect the throat-slitting case to attract you here instead of the Hermit."

"What exactly happened? Who told you to seek out the hermit?"

Ai Liang pressed for an answer.

The more apprehensive Muslim was when he arrived, the more disappointed he is now.

Judging from Ai Liang's behavior, he had no idea where the hermit was.

Mus shook his head and patted Ai Liang on the shoulder: "If you don't know the whereabouts of the Hermit, then let's catch up like old friends today... Are you short on cash? Do you need me to lend you some?"

Having an acquaintance as a helper is certainly a good thing.

But Janus's situation has clearly exceeded the realm that normal humans can understand.

No matter how many ordinary people go, they'll probably just be delivering food.

Although Muslims don't have much moral character.

But he still greatly admired the messenger's character.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to offer help when most people remained silent.

Thanks to the efforts of all parties, the messenger was spared the death penalty and imprisonment.

Now, dragging the messenger into this mess again.

This is undoubtedly harming him.

Therefore, Mus did not intend to describe to the messenger the other side of the world as he knew it.

The moment Mu Si's left hand touched Ai Liang's shoulder.

His expression changed drastically.

pat.

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

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

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

Musk gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain: "My arm! My arm is going to break! Let go!"

Ai Liang shook off Mu Si's arm.

The immense force from his arm caused him to stumble and fall to the ground.

After getting up, Mus put on a sour face and gently rubbed the muscles in his left arm.

"It hurts so much... It was wrong of me to put a bounty on your head, but there was no need to be so ruthless. I could have just removed the bounty when I got back..."

Ai Liang asked coldly, "Where did you get the mark on your left hand?"

His words were brimming with murderous intent.

If Mus hadn't put his hand on her shoulder.

He didn't even sense the presence of the imprint.

Moreover, the aura of the inscriptions I sensed was exactly the same as those on the masks.

It was able to evade Ai Liang's senses right under his nose, and it even carried the aura of a mask.

There is no one else in the world who can do this except for a person with a thousand faces.

Mus looked completely innocent and tried to explain, "What mark? It's just a tattoo."

But deep down, his heart was in turmoil.

Why would a messenger recognize an engraving?

Could this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes also be a member of the Apostles?
The hermit has problems, the messenger has problems, and then there's Yang Xingguo, who was close to the messenger, and Xia Qiyuan, who mysteriously disappeared... Could it be that I was the only one kept in the dark back then?!

"I'm asking you, who gave you the mark on your hand?"

Ai Liang's face contorted and shifted, and the messenger's appearance vanished completely.

Instead, he had a face with a hint of wildness.

Mus raised his head, his pupils contracting.

"A hermit?!"

(End of this chapter)