Chapter 530 Map
Rooftop terrace.
A dusty hand grasped the fence.
Bifang used his muscles to pull himself up and flip over to the rooftop.
"Phew, so tired."
Shaking his sore arms, Bifang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He did not expect that the whole process of climbing the stairs was easier than he had imagined. He simply went all the way to the top floor. It was not much of a difference anyway.
Taking out the Dyneema rope from his backpack, Bifang tied one end of the rope to the fence and the other end to his waist. After tying it tightly, he lowered himself down little by little.
Richard and others did not show up, which must have been due to external blocking, so they definitely could not enter through the main gate.
The Bifang that was slowly lowered by a rope really looked like a glass cleaner. Unfortunately, how could a cleaner work in the middle of the night?
I don’t know if those two people will call the police.
Bifang thought, at the same time, he had landed in front of the room of Richard and others, fixed the rope, and Bifang put his ear against the wall.
No sound.
Bifang felt the situation was tricky, so he stepped on the air conditioner and went to the next room to continue listening.
Now there is sound.
"You can't restrain us, it's illegal!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't leave this room, sir, no filming, thank you, no filming."
"There is no freedom here, even if you dig three feet deep! You are doing evil, get out, get out!"
A loud bang was heard through the glass.
Bifang scratched his ears and could imagine Jarrett angrily closing the door.
After waiting for a while, the noise started again in the other room.
Bifang leaned against the wall and waited for about ten minutes. When all the rooms were quiet, he knocked gently on the glass wall.
Inside the room, Jarrett, who was furious, was stunned. He looked at the photography assistant beside him and asked, "Did you hear that?"
The assistant looked confused and asked, "What did you hear?"
Jarrett sat up from the chair, slowly walked to the bedside, and gently lifted the curtains...
"WTF!"
Jarrett's legs went limp and he fell to his knees.
Assistant Mond was so excited that he jumped up.
Bifang knocked on the window calmly and mouthed, "Let me in."
With the help of the moonlight, Jarrett, who was almost having a cerebral infarction due to the rush of blood in his brain, finally saw who it was. He slowly calmed down, quickly got up and opened the window.
Bifang swung into it and rolled to the ground, leaving only a white rope dangling outside the window. He did not forget to say hello to the frightened Mond: "Good evening."
Mond's teeth chattered as he said, "Good evening...good evening."
When Bifang stood in front of Jarrett, Jarrett was dumbfounded: "You, how did you get up here? Will you be seen entering the hotel? What if you are considered to be in the same group?"
"Don't worry." Bifang waved his hands, "I climbed up from below."
"Climb up x2!?"
Jarrett and Mond rushed to the window and looked down. The smooth glass wall reflected the flickering moonlight. Only the seams between the glass had a slightly raised steel frame structure.
Apart from that, there are only air-conditioning brackets covered with rust.
Jarrett sat on the sofa in a daze, muttering: "Although it is incredible, if it is Bifang, it is normal..."
Mond was young and had obviously never seen such a scene before. It took him a long time to recover and he kept repeating words he didn't understand.
Bifang washed his hands and came out of the bathroom. He moved a stool and sat in front of the two of them: "Don't be stunned. Tell me, what's going on?"
“Eh~~”
“Ah~~”
Jarrett and Mond both sighed.
Bifang found it funny: "If you have something to say, please tell me now. I have to go back to bed in a hurry."
"Can't you see it yet..."
Richard's group consisted of seven people, all foreigners. It was very, very difficult for them to stay in this small Asian town where they had already been seen.
No guesthouse or hotel was willing to take them in and all of them protested.
On the second day after they drove around, someone followed them in a car, and Pang Di even wrote down seven license plate numbers. No matter where they went, there were always people watching them intentionally or unintentionally.
Even staring straight at you.
" If look at them, they will cut your throat." Mond made a hand knife gesture on his neck, slicing from left to right. "I think they might be a Japanese gang. The last time Richard's car was bombed, it must have been them."
Mond's face was full of anger, but after the anger, there was fear. The eyes of those people with tattoos were as fierce as wolves. No, they were scarier than wolves.
The wolves will charge at you, and you can fight and struggle until the last moment, but they won't. You will be stuffed into an iron barrel in a silent corner, cast into a concrete pile, and sunk into the bay forever, until years and decades later, the green corpse oil slowly seeps out and prints a human figure.
You only have one life.
Mond had begun to regret setting foot on this land for the second time. At that time, he just thought that it would be less dangerous with the help of Bifang, but now, fear once again enveloped him.
Why should I agree?
For money?
No money.
For career?
I can refuse. Jarrett is a good man.
Or was it just a momentary impulse?
Yes, it was a momentary impulse.
Fire, explosions, flying iron fragments, broken eyes of companions, bent joints, and the smell of blood on the ground that could not be washed away...
The orange-red images in his memory flashed like a runaway film projector. He sat there blankly, surging emotions exploding from his chest and pouring into his eye sockets. Just as they were about to burst out of his eyes, a large hand suddenly cut off the film.
Everything quickly went back to square one.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Mond's shoulders were pressed down firmly. He looked up at Bifang and came back to his senses from a trance.
Bifang ignored him and looked at Jarrett again: "Then what happened just now?"
Jarrett looked frustrated. "The police are here too. There are people following us from the door to the hall. Starting from tonight, whenever they see us coming out, they will come up to us and block us back. They won't let us out at all."
"Pondi tried to rush out, but was beaten and dragged back. These people wanted to wait for our visas to expire and then deport us directly. Damn it! How come a hotel is suddenly willing to take us in? Damn it!"
“But there is good news.”
Jarrett, who was already depressed, suddenly remembered something. He went to the bedside table , opened the drawer, took out a map, and spread it out on the coffee table.
"Yesterday afternoon, Richard and I went to the city hall. They gave us a map with these places marked out. They strictly prohibited Richard and I from going there. If we went there, we would be trespassing on private property and they would arrest us and imprison us."
Jarrett pointed to the red circle on the map, his tone inexplicable.
"I think what they said makes sense and it helped a lot."
He looked up and found Bifang was also looking at him.
The two suddenly smiled at each other.
