Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 346 123: Inexplicable Words

"Of course! It's convenient for others and for yourself."

"Xiren knows my contact information, but if it's after tonight, you don't have to contact me because it will be too late."

"By the way! What kind of flowers do you like?"

Teacher Li swept all the pots, pans, and utensils on the cart onto the carpet, and reached out to help Dayan onto the cart.

He reached into Dayangma's waist, took out a bunch of keys, untied the handcuffs on Dayangma's hands, and then threw the keys on the coffee table.

"I like chrysanthemums. If you attend the New Year's party I host, don't bring this unlucky and disgusting flower. Don't give me roses either. I'm afraid my girlfriend will get suspicious."

"If you attend my funeral, you don't need any flowers, because we are not related enough to send flowers to a funeral!"

Chi Mengli could certainly understand Teacher Li's subtext. He watched Teacher Li and others leave, then locked the door of the private room and quickly walked back to the bedroom.

There were three pagers on the bedside table, and the finger-wide screen of Shenxianjin's mission machine was flashing with light.

The mission is coming!

The reason why Chi Mengli did not refuse the test of Shenxianjin was because everything happened too coincidentally, one thing after another, and he could also judge from this that he was also in the game and became a chess piece.

To describe the feeling of being a chess piece in one sentence, it is extremely uncomfortable!
Chi Mengli has had enough of this sticky experience!
As for reaching an offensive and defensive alliance with Teacher Li, it was because my head had been on my shoulders for too long and I wanted to change places and restart this game called life with many difficult copies.

Nine out of ten sentences of this old fellow are false and cannot be verified at all. The remaining sentence is even more interesting because it is a lie.

It's very dangerous to be a partner with such a dodgy guy. Besides, he said he was Teacher Li, so he really is Teacher Li?!

Stop joking, the old joke about me being Qin Shi Huang has gone viral on the Internet in later generations. As a surfing expert, Chi Mengli has already experienced the diversity of organisms on the Internet.

But one thing Teacher Li said was definitely true. It is very likely that the Eight-Faced Buddha is really in Hong Kong, waiting for someone to rescue him.

Thinking of this, Chi Mengli did not hesitate at all and extracted the encrypted message according to the contact information given by Wen Gui.

0125-0478-6625-8456-7744-1025
The customer service lady of the telecommunications company read out this series of numbers in a gentle and sweet voice.

Chi Mengli was worried, so she asked the customer service lady to repeat it twice. After confirming that it was correct, she hung up the phone.

The encrypted message was in hand, so he immediately opened the bedside table, took out the newly bought Kangxi Dictionary, and began to decipher it based on the encrypted message.

As a martial artist, Chi Mengli found this task very difficult, after all, it was his first time doing it. But after translating the first two words, he gradually got the hang of it and his speed became faster and faster.

"See you at the carousel in Guardian Gardens tonight at 12:30 p.m."

Chi Mengli looked at the deciphered encrypted message and subconsciously raised his wrist. He found that it was only six o'clock in the afternoon and there was still time.

Three quarters past the hour of Hai is seven quarters past the hour of Hai. This moment is not only the midpoint of the hour of Hai, but also an important node for the alternation of yin and yang. The ancients believed that one should rest and recuperate at this time and follow the rhythm of nature.

The hour of Hai is from 9:00 to 11:00 p.m. In ancient times, one hour was divided into eight ke, each ke is equivalent to fifteen minutes now. Seven ke of the hour of Hai is 10:30 tonight.

There is only one Guardian Park in Hong Kong, located at the foot of Cameron Hill.

"Drip drip"

The pager announcing the mission rang again.

Without any hesitation, Chi Mengli dialed the telecommunications company's number again, then wrote down a long string of numbers in his notebook and translated them with ease.

"The cargo weighs 56 kilograms, is 1.61 meters long and 0.6 meters wide. The signal for the connection is: This road is blocked. Answer: The ship passes through Miki Castle."

《The whole process of Jie Zi protection》

The solution is here!

Chi Mengli was stunned for a moment, but it was normal when he thought about it. It only takes two or three hours to get from Haojiang to Hong Kong by speedboat. The Dafei speedboat is even faster and only takes half the time to reach Hong Kong.

It is normal that you cannot receive the wind.

The cargo to be sent into the silver furnace this time is an adult who is 1.61 meters tall and weighs 56 kilograms.

The encrypted message did not inform me where to send the goods, so I probably need to keep it for a while. Of course, this is just my guess. Maybe after I receive the goods, the delivery news will follow.

Chi Mengli took out a lighter, lit the encrypted message he had deciphered, and threw it into the oversized crystal ashtray provided by the hotel. He lay on the bed, staring at the flame in the ashtray, and began to think about how to break the deadlock.

"Dinner is here!" The Eight-Faced Buddha was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. When he heard that dinner was here, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar room, and sighed in his heart.

This was his forty-fifth dinner, which meant that he had lost his freedom for forty-five days since the second day of his arrest! At the same time, this was also his fifth safe house.

The Eight-Faced Buddha didn't know whether to be happy or sad. His old friends still remembered him and had not forgotten him. It was just that these old friends had disagreements. Some wanted him to shut up forever, while others wanted to rescue him. That was why he changed five safe houses.

Man is iron and food is steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry!

In order to live longer, the Eight-Faced Buddha reluctantly got up from the bed, put on his soft and shapeless slippers, and walked to the front door to get today's dinner.

A carton of milk, an egg sandwich, and a glass of water, but today the fruit has changed from apples to oranges.

Standard white people’s meal, not enough to starve you to death, but not enough to fill you up either.

To prevent something from happening to the Eight-Faced Buddha, all the furniture in this safe house is wrapped in soft foam. Even the water is in limited supply, only seven glasses of water a day. Once you drink it all, there’s no more water left.

Eight-Faced Buddha suddenly missed the roast goose, honey-glazed barbecued pork, and the jar of aged daughter's red wine that Yaqi had prepared at the welcoming banquet.

The sandwich was very dry and crumbs fell apart when you bit into it. You could eat it with milk or water.

After quickly finishing his dinner, the Eight-Faced Buddha lay down on the bed again, playing with the orange in his hand, which was his after-meal exercise.

After all, in order to prevent him from having any contact with the outside world, there were no words on the outer packaging of the milk cartons, not to mention real-time communication devices such as television and radio, and there was not even a newspaper.

Even the guards here would not chat with the Eight-Faced Buddha except during interrogation. Even if the Eight-Faced Buddha spoke eloquently for hours, these wooden men would not open their mouths but would only look at him coldly.

Even though the Eight-Faced Buddha is now very cooperative, he has explained several routes from Chiang Mai to North America, how to contact the Russians, as well as the trading channels and shipping routes with the Russian lawyers in North America.

But this is far from enough. These foreigners who have no reputation but are fluent in Cantonese want the biggest secret hidden in the Eight-Faced Buddha's belly, not these dispensable drug trafficking channels.

No one can cure this spiritual cancer of emptiness in the human heart!
But the Eight-Faced Buddha will not easily reveal this secret, and both sides are engaged in a psychological game.

The Eight-Faced Buddha hopes to use this hidden secret to exchange for a new identity and a new and free life that says goodbye to the past.

But these foreigners outside have been slow to come up with a plea agreement and have just been changing safe houses one after another. It's really a mess!
After turning the orange fifteen times, the Eight-Faced Buddha stopped thinking and began to peel the orange bit by bit, but halfway through, his fingertips touched a sharp object.

This is not pulp!
The Eight-Faced Buddha reacted immediately, and a ripple appeared in his calm heart, but he did not alert the enemy, because there were more than a dozen closed-circuit cameras in the room, and there should be a lot of people in the monitoring room, watching his every move without blinking.

He still peeled the orange peel bit by bit according to his usual rhythm and threw it on the ground casually.

But after his fingers went around the sharp object area and pulled off all the skin, he bit down on the orange and took the sharp object area into his mouth.

"cough cough"

The Eight-Faced Buddha pretended to be in a hurry to eat, coughed violently, and spit the sharp object on the bed sheet, deliberately making the bed sheet a mess.

The interrogation is conducted once a day and lasts for two hours. During these two hours, the detention room will be thoroughly cleaned and the bed sheets and bedding will be changed.

The Eight-Faced Buddha quickly stood up, took a palm-sized piece of toilet paper, cleaned the orange flesh off the bed sheet, and grabbed the sharp object in his palm.

He quickly squatted down, lying in the blind spot, opened his palm, and found a roll of notes in his palm.

There were dense footsteps in the corridor. The Eight-Faced Buddha didn't care about anything else at this time. He quickly opened the note and found that there was only one sentence in it.

Stay away from the door!
The words on the note left Eight-Faced Buddha completely confused, but he quickly put the note into his mouth and swallowed it, then pretended to be dizzy and stood up trembling.

The big iron door of the detention room opened, and several foreigners in white shirts walked in. They quickly controlled the Eight-Faced Buddha and carefully searched for the orange flesh on the ground and on the sheets.

"Sir, I'm old and can't stand steadily. I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone. But sirs, the bed sheet is dirty. Can you change it for me? I'm a mysophobe. I won't be able to sleep if I lie on the stains!"

The Eight-Faced Buddha leaned against the wall, opened his hands very cooperatively, and let these foreigners search him, making sarcastic remarks.

The leading ghost didn't answer, but watched his men searching for the fruit pulp carefully.

The peel, orange flesh, toilet paper, and the entire body of the Eight-Faced Buddha were all searched and no problems were found.

"Eight-Faced Buddha, I know what you are up to. Your good days are about to end. I hope that by then, you can be as optimistic as you are now!"

The leading ghost warned the Eight-Faced Buddha, then said to his men in front of him: "The room is not safe, lock him up in the interrogation room. Tomorrow morning, we will continue to change the safe house!"

(End of this chapter)