Chapter 22 Tracking

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

He traveled light, carrying only three ballpoint pens besides his cell phone, ID card and GPS.

Yes, ballpoint pens...

He wanted to bring a bow and arrow, but he couldn't get on the train. His arrows could really be used for hunting.

Mo Qiong was too lazy to dismantle the arrows for this. If he just wanted to defend himself, three ballpoint pens would be enough.

For him, three pens, when used well, were no different from three flying knives.

In fact, he didn't think he had to confront Zhao Mingjun. After seeing where the other party was hiding, he would call the police directly.

Once the person was arrested, 50,000 yuan would be in his hands.

"Well, let's continue to confirm his location."

After getting off the train, Mo Qiong didn't rush to the point where the GPS had landed before. He avoided the cluttered field of vision.

After looking around, he walked straight to a nearby supermarket and bought a set of chewing gum, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Now the range has been narrowed down, just use anything to locate it."

Standing in an empty place, he took out a stick of gum, and while chewing the gum, he threw the wrapper away.

The wrapper floated in the air, flying in one direction at a very slow speed.

After confirming the direction, he reached out and took the paper off and put it in his pocket.

After rejecting all the black cars soliciting passengers, he walked two streets before finding a shared bike.

After swiping a bike, Mo Qiong pedaled wildly towards the target.

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

Step by step, Mo Qiong left the city and was sweating profusely on the road to the county town.

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

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

According to his estimation, Zhao Mingjun must have been frightened last night after someone threw a GPS at him. He thought he was being targeted and hurriedly moved his hiding place, but did not dare to take the train.

Therefore, even if he escaped from the city, he should have used other means of transportation, and the speed might not be fast.

In other words, he should still be in the nearby county at this moment, and has not escaped from Weifang.

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

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

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

"We can only try step by step."

"We can't use GPS again to alert the enemy. When he is arrested and interrogated by the police, he will definitely confess this matter."

Although it is very inefficient to determine his direction bit by bit through the flying paper, it is far less convenient than GPS.

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

Being hit in the face by a GPS thrown by someone unknown, this kind of thing is enough once, and it is very suspicious if it happens more than once, which directly proves that someone has been following him since last night.

If it was only once, then Mo Qiong would report him, and he would just have to deny it, after all, he had an absolute alibi: when he was hit last night, Mo Qiong was in the dormitory of Yanda University.

If it wasn't him, the police wouldn't care, and would think that the GPS hit on Zhao Mingjun's face last night was just a coincidence, and it was probably thrown by someone nearby at the time, and it hit Zhao Mingjun. And Zhao Mingjun ran away in fear, but it was just a guilty conscience, and he was afraid of the grass and trees.

On the contrary, if he used GPS to hit Zhao Mingjun many times, and called the police after finding him, then when combined with Zhao Mingjun's confession, the police would think that he was the one who hit him last night.

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

So Mo Qiong had no choice at all, he absolutely couldn't say that he threw the GPS, and he had to downplay the GPS.

"Ha, what a annoying guy..."

After sitting in the car for half an hour, Mo Qiong walked out of Changle Railway Station.

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

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

Fifty thousand yuan is not so easy to get. After riding for another half an hour, Mo Qiong arrived at a certain community.

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

The gateman didn't even look at him, and Mo Qiong walked in swaggeringly.

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

At this moment, this piece of paper looked like the life paper in One Piece, which was closely connected to Zhao Mingjun's position, swaying and persistently chasing him.

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

"It's confirmed. It's in this building."

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

He didn't know how to smoke, so he used the cigarette as an arrow and exhaled it at Zhao Mingjun.

The smoke floated upward at a constant speed until it reached the fourth floor, and it didn't dissipate.

The smoke penetrated the gap in the window and floated directly into the room.

"401..."

Mo Qiong nodded, walked downstairs and saw a security door, so he pressed 401 directly.

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

"Hehe..."

...

Zhao Mingjun has been on the run for three years. He has been living a wandering life under a pseudonym.

Because his ID card was not usable, he could not find a job and could only do some petty thefts. When things were not going well, he would just rob with a knife and then move to another city.

After three years of wandering, he came to Qilu Province.

With money, it was easy to find a place to live. At first, he couldn't find a place that didn't require an ID card, so he just slept in the park.

Later, in the cold winter, when the weather was bad, seeing that the police had never caught him, he gradually became bolder and started to get acquainted with some local gangsters.

After making so-called friends, he gave some rent and had a place to live.

However, because he had major cases on his hands, he would flee immediately after committing some crimes in a city.

He also stopped contacting all the new friends he met and started over.

Because he was not like those gangsters. If he committed a crime, he would be detained for a few days at most, which was not a big deal.

If he was caught for something else, the crimes he committed before would be immediately exposed.

With seven lives to his name, if he was caught for theft, robbery, or even fighting, he would really want to die.

It was also during his escape that he was constantly committing crimes and did not have a stable living environment, so his vigilance was always very high. If something was wrong, he would immediately move to another place.

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

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the window shattering, and then something hit his face, which directly caused bruises.

He jumped up from the bed in shock and went to the window to look out.

But he looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone.

He put on his clothes and ran out of the house cautiously. He hid in the dark and waited for a long time, but he didn't find any movement. It seemed that only someone had smashed the window.

Because he lived in a gangster's house, he was not surprised that someone smashed the window.

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

Seeing the sponge ball on the ground, he felt strange again: Who used this thing to smash other people's windows? And why was it so painful?

He tore it open and was shocked.

There was a GPS hidden in the sponge ball, and it was in operation and positioning.

This scared him. What was it for? Why did it locate here? Who did it?

He didn't think it was directed at him. He just thought that the original owner of the house had offended someone, but he couldn't think of what this thing was used for.

In the mind of not wanting to cause any trouble, he crushed the GPS, packed up his things and ran away at night.

He walked all night and planned to walk to Qingzhou.

Because he was not in a hurry to get there, he walked and stopped, and chose small roads. He walked until dawn the next day and only reached CL County.

He didn't sleep at night and walked all night. He was too tired.

When he was tired, he thought, am I too sensitive? If you want to catch me, what's the point of throwing a GPS?

And he waited for an hour, but no one came. Maybe he thought too much. It might be that the people on the opposite building had a lot of money to burn, and took a GPS and threw it randomly, and it happened to hit his room and hit him in the face.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt. He had been living in fear, and the thief God sent a fool to make him restless. He couldn't help but feel angry.

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

Anyway, he was going to move to another city, and making a fortune before leaving was his normal practice in recent years.

He picked a shabby community at random and walked in with a swagger.

Wandering under the buildings, he would go up to any building where someone came out and sneak into the building.

After going up and down the stairs and observing for a while, he chose 401, because from the door, this was the richest house, and he could hear someone inside by lying on the door.

Yes, he specifically looked for houses with people, because he couldn't get in without anyone...

He rang the doorbell, and when he saw the door just opened a crack, he directly hit it and squeezed in.

He closed the door with one hand and took out a knife from his pocket with the other hand.

He wore a mask on his face and said calmly: "Robbery."

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

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

"Puff!" Zhao Mingjun swung his hand and cut off a finger that the man stretched out.

This cruelty 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 were no more deaths in the past three years, mainly because the police had different police response strengths for robbery and murder. He could still run away after robbing money, but he might not be able to leave the city after killing someone.

So when he committed a crime, he still had to cover his face, which was also to prevent robbery from turning into murder. Otherwise, the person he robbed would describe his appearance to the police and it is very likely that he was a wanted person, and then he would take him very seriously.

Over the years, he has done a lot of robberies and knows very well how to control the situation.

Holding a knife and threatening others with a fierce look is far less effective than just slashing them with a knife. It doesn't need to be too much, just enough to draw blood.

In the former case, the other party may appear to be submissive, but inwardly he is still thinking about how to fight back and how to fight.

In the latter case, after being slashed with a knife, the other party will immediately become timid and cooperate, not daring to have any thoughts of resistance.

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

"Quick! Go get the money! Why are you crying, silly woman? Hurry up!" The man hummed and growled at the woman.

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

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

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

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

"Ah?" The couple was also confused.

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

Just when he was wondering, a bell rang at the door.

...

p.s: Sorry.