Blue and White Society Chapter 22: Tracking

Early the next morning, after a three-hour drive, Mo Qiong arrived in Weifang.

He traveled lightly, and besides his mobile phone, ID card, and GPS, he only carried three ballpoint pens.

Yes, ballpoint pen...

He would like to bring a bow and arrow, but he can't get on the train. His arrows can really hunt.

Mo Poor didn't bother to dismantle the arrow for this, but for self-defense, three ballpoint pens were enough.

For him, three pens are no different from three throwing knives.

In fact, he didn't feel that he was going to confront that Zhao Mingjun. After seeing where the other party was hiding, he just called the police.

When others are arrested, fifty thousand yuan will be happy to get it.

"Well, now continue to confirm his location."

Getting off the train, Mo Poor was in no hurry to go to the previous GPS location, he avoided the cluttered field of vision.

After looking around, I went straight to a nearby supermarket and bought a set of chewing gum, plus a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"The range is almost narrowed now, just use anything to locate it."

Standing in a place where no one was around, he took out a stick of chewing gum, and while eating the gum, he threw the wrapping paper away casually.

I saw the wrapping paper floating in the air, flying in one direction at a very slow speed.

After confirming the direction, he reached out to take off the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

After rejecting all the soliciting black cars, he walked two streets to find a shared bicycle.

After swiping a bicycle, Mo Qiongkuang pedaled towards the target.

On the way, he would throw out the piece of paper from time to time to confirm Zhao Mingjun's direction.

Step by step, Mo Poor left the urban area, sweating profusely on the road to the county seat.

"Sure enough, I knew he ran away again."

Mo Poor sighed, took a taxi back to the train station, turned around and entered the ticket office, and lined up to buy tickets.

According to his estimates, Zhao Mingjun must have been terrified when he found out that someone had dropped a GPS on him last night. He thought he was being targeted and hurriedly moved his hiding place, but he didn't dare to take the train.

So even if you escape from the urban area, you should use other means of transportation, and the speed may not be fast.

In other words, they should still be in a nearby county at this moment, and have not yet escaped from Weifang's territory.

"In this direction, both Changle and Linqu are possible."

"Let's go to Changle first and see again."

Mo Poor bought the ticket quickly, and got on the bus after waiting for more than ten minutes.

"I can only try this step by step."

"We can no longer use GPS to scare the snake away. When he is arrested and interrogated by the police, he will definitely explain it."

Although it is very inefficient to determine his direction little by little through the method of flying paper, it is far less troublesome than GPS.

But after Zhao Mingjun suspected of discovering the GPS last night, Mo Poor must never use the same method again.

Being hit in the face by a GPS thrown by someone, this kind of thing is fine once, and it will be very suspicious if it happens more often. It is just that someone has been following him since last night until now.

If there is only one time, when Mo Poor reports him, as long as he doesn't admit it, it's fine. After all, he has an absolute alibi: when he was smashed last night, Mo Poor was in the Yanda dormitory.

If it wasn't for him, the police wouldn't have cared. They would think that the GPS smashing in the face last night was just a coincidence. It was probably thrown by someone nearby at that time, and it just hit Zhao Mingjun. And Zhao Mingjun ran away in fright, but he was guilty of being a thief, and all the grass and trees were soldiers.

Conversely, if you use GPS to hit Zhao Mingjun many times and call the police after you find him, then combined with Zhao Mingjun's confession, the police will think that you hit him last night.

But the problem is, Mo Poor was still in the dormitory last night... Once the police noticed this detail, they would wonder how Mo Poor hit Zhao Mingjun in Weifang in Dengzhou?

So Mo Poor has no choice at all, he absolutely cannot say that he threw the GPS, he must downplay the GPS.

"Ha, what an annoying guy..."

After half an hour's car ride, Mo Qiong walked out of Changle Railway Station.

Continue to use the flying paper to determine the direction little by little, and chase after riding.

He didn't believe that Zhao Mingjun would keep running and would always stop. He probably felt that he was too sensitive last night, and when he realized that no one was chasing him, he hid somewhere to rest.

50,000 yuan is not so easy to get, and after Mo Poor rode for another half an hour, he came to a certain community.

There is almost no security in this community, and the broken surveillance is rusted...

The concierge didn't even look at him, Mo Poor went in swaggeringly.

There was no one around, I saw him put his bicycle away, chewing gum while walking, a piece of gum wrapper floating in front of him, guiding him in the direction.

At this moment, this piece of paper is quite like the life paper in One Piece, it is closely connected with Zhao Mingjun's position, chasing him wobbly and persistently.

Seeing that the flying paper suddenly rose and was about to float to the upper floor of a certain building, he just grabbed it and put it away.

"OK, it's in this building."

As for which floor... Mo Poor took out a pack of cigarettes he bought just now, lit one, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke.

He doesn't know how to smoke, at this moment he is using cigarettes as an arrow, spitting at Zhao Mingjun.

I saw the smoke floating upward at a constant speed until it reached the fourth floor, but it didn't dissipate.

The smoke wafted through the cracks in the windows and drifted directly into the room.

"401..."

Mo Poor nodded, walked downstairs and saw the safety door, and pressed 401 directly.

But the bell rang for a long time, but there was no response, as if there was no one in the house.

"Hehe..."

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Zhao Mingjun has been on the run for three years. During these three years, he kept his name and lived a nomadic life.

Because the ID card can't be used, he can't find a job at all, so he can only do some petty theft.

Three years later, he came to Qilu Province.

With money, it is easy to solve the problem of housing. At first, I really couldn't find a place that didn't require an ID card, so I simply slept in the park.

Later, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the weather was bad, seeing that the police still failed to catch me, I gradually became bolder and started to get acquainted with some local gangsters.

After having a so-called friend, give him some rent, and he will have a place to live.

However, because he had a major case in hand, he immediately ran away after committing some crimes in one city.

Some of the new friends I met also stopped contacting all of them and started again.

Because he is not like those gangsters, he committed some crimes, at worst he will be detained for a few days, it doesn't hurt or itch.

If he was caught for something else, the things he committed before would be lost immediately.

With seven lives, if you are caught for stealing, robbery, or even fighting, you really want to die.

It was also during his escape that he committed crimes all the time and did not have a stable living environment, so his vigilance was always high, and if something went wrong, he would immediately change places.

Last night, he slept in a friend's house and was lying in bed watching TV.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a window shattering, and then something hit his face, causing bruises.

He was so startled that he jumped up from the bed and went to the window to look out.

You can look left and right, but you can't see anyone.

Prudently, he put on his clothes and ran out of the house first. He hid in the dark and waited for a long time, but he didn't find any movement, as if someone just smashed the window.

Because he lives in the house of a gangster, it is not surprising that someone smashed the window.

After staying for an hour without any movement, he returned to the room in peace.

When I saw the sponge ball on the ground, I felt strange again: Who smashed other people's windows with this thing? And why is it so painful?

He tore it open and looked, but was startled.

There is a GPS hidden in the sponge ball, and it is running and positioning.

This can scare him anyway, what is this for? Why do you want to locate here? And who did it?

He didn't think it was aimed at him, but that the original owner of this room had offended someone, but he couldn't figure out what this thing was used for.

He didn't want to cause any trouble, after crushing the GPS, he packed his things overnight and slipped away.

He walked all night, planning to walk to Qingzhou.

Because I was not in a hurry to get there, I stopped and went and picked paths. It was not until dawn the next day that I reached CL County.

I didn't sleep at night, I was too tired after walking all night.

When I was tired, I thought about it, did I feel that I was too sensitive? What does it mean to throw a GPS if you want to catch yourself?

Besides, he waited for an hour, but no one came. Maybe he was thinking too much. It might be that the people upstairs opposite had a lot of money. They took a GPS and threw it around, and it happened to hit his house. Li, hit him in the face.

The more I think about it, the more I think it is possible, and the more I think about it, the more I feel suffocated. I was already living in fear, but God even sent a melon skin to make him uneasy, so I couldn't help but feel very angry.

Hungry and tired, with no money on him, he planned to make a fortune by taking advantage of this evil fire.

Anyway, he is going to change cities, and it has been his normal practice to make some money before leaving.

He picked a dilapidated neighborhood at random, and walked in with a big swagger.

Walking around the buildings, when he saw someone coming out of any building, he took advantage of the situation and sneaked into the building.

After observing up and down the stairs for a while, he chose 401, because from the door, this one was the richest, and he could hear someone inside when he leaned on the door to listen.

Yes, he is looking for someone, because he can't get in if there is no one...

Ranging the doorbell, he saw that the door just opened a crack, and he slammed it directly, and the whole person squeezed in.

Close the door with one hand, and take out a knife from his pocket with the other.

With a mask on his face, he calmly said: "Robbery."

There were only two people in the room, a man, a woman and two young people. The woman who opened the door was hit by him and fell to the ground.

The man ran out and saw the situation, it seemed that because Zhao Mingjun's tone was too calm, he pointed at him and shouted: "Are you looking for death?"

"Pfft!" Zhao Mingjun swung his hand with a knife, directly cutting off a finger that the man stretched out.

This ruthlessness immediately made the two people in the room stunned.

Although Zhao Mingjun fled in fear, he cherished his own life and didn't care about the lives of others.

There have been no more deaths in the past three years, mainly because of robbery and murder, and the intensity of the police is different. He could still run away if he robbed the money, but if he killed someone, he might not be able to get out of the city.

So when he commits crimes, he still has to cover his face, this is also to prevent robbery from turning into murder. Otherwise, the person who was robbed by him, after describing his appearance to the police, would probably find out that he was the person on the wanted warrant, and then he would attach great importance to it.

Over the years, I have done a lot of robbery, and I know how to control the situation very well.

Wearing a knife and threatening others fiercely, it is far better to just come up with a knife, not much, just see blood.

The former opponent may be obedient on the surface, but in his heart he is still thinking about how to fight back and how to fight.

The latter was stabbed, and the other party was immediately persuaded, promising to cooperate and not daring to have any thoughts of resistance.

Sure enough, the man whose fingers had been cut off was trembling with his hands covered, his face covered with tears and snot, but he didn't dare to yell too loudly for fear of being silenced, so he could only hum in a suppressed manner.

"Quick! Get the money quickly! Why are you crying, silly girls, hurry up!" the man growled at the woman while humming.

The woman also cried in fright. She was hit and couldn't stand up for a while.

At this moment, a puff of smoke suddenly came out of the room, spraying Zhao Mingjun in the face.

"Ahem... Bah!" Zhao Mingjun waved his hand, and the smoke was immediately dispersed.

"Is there someone in the room?" Zhao Mingjun's eyes turned cold.

"Huh?" The couple were also puzzled.

Zhao Mingjun drove them into the house, and went in to check by himself, but found that there was no one in the room, even the windows were closed.

Just as it was strange, a bell rang at the door.

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