Rooftop rooftop.

A dusty hand grasped the fence.

Bi Fang's muscles exerted force and he pulled his whole body up, turning over and entering the rooftop.

"Phew, so tired."

Shaking his sore arms, Bifang wiped the sweat from his forehead. Unexpectedly, the whole process of climbing the stairs was easier than he thought. He simply reached the top floor in one breath. Anyway, it wasn't much different.

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 little by little.

If Richard and others did not show up, they must have been blocked by external forces, so they must not enter through the main entrance.

Bi Fang, who was slowly lowered by a rope, really looked like a glass cleaner. Unfortunately, how can any cleaner work in the middle of the night?

I wonder if those two people will call the police.

Bi Fang thought, at the same time, he had landed in front of Richard and others' room, fixed the rope, and Bi Fang put his ear against the wall.

There is no sound.

Bi Fang felt secretly that it was difficult, so he stepped on the outdoor air conditioner and went to the next room to continue listening.

Now there is a sound.

"You can't restrain us, it's illegal!"

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't leave this room. No filming is allowed, sir. Thank you, no filming is allowed."

"There is no freedom at all here, not even three feet of digging! You are doing nothing, get out, get out!"

A loud noise came through the glass.

Bifang picked his ears and could imagine Jarrett closing the door angrily.

After waiting for a moment, there was another noise in another room.

Bi Fang leaned against the wall and waited for about ten minutes. When all the rooms were quiet, he knocked lightly on the glass wall.

In the room, Jarrett, who was furious, was stunned for a moment, 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 came to the bedside, and gently lifted the curtain...

"wtf!"

Jarrett's legs weakened and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.

Assistant Mond was so excited that he jumped up.

Bi Fang calmly knocked on the window and mouthed: "Let me in."

Under the moonlight, the blood in his brain surged and Jarrett, who almost had a cerebral infarction, saw clearly who it was. He slowly calmed down and quickly stood up and opened the window.

Bi Fang 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 and 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 thought to be in a group?"

"Don't worry." Bifang waved his hand, "I climbed up from below."

"Climb up x 2!?"

Jarrett and Mond rushed to the window and looked down. The smooth glass wall reflected the flickering moonlight. Only the seams between the glass and the glass had a slightly raised steel frame structure.

Other than that, there are only air conditioning brackets covered with rust spots.

Jarrett sat on the sofa blankly and murmured: "Although it's incredible, if it's Bifang, it's normal..."

Mond was young and had obviously never seen this scene before. He couldn't calm down for a long time and kept repeating words he didn't understand.

Bi Fang came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, took out a stool and sat in front of the two of them: "Don't be stunned, tell me, what's going on?" Gu Jiao

"Eh~~"

"Ah~~"

Jarrett and Mond sighed.

Bi Fang looked amused: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I have to go back to bed in a hurry."

"Can't you see it yet..."

There are a total of seven people in Richard's group, all of whom have foreign faces. It is very, very difficult to stay in this Asian town where they have already met their faces.

No hotel or hotel was willing to accommodate them, and they all protested.

On the second day of driving and looking around, there were people following them in cars. Pang Di even wrote down seven license plate numbers. No matter where they went, there were always people looking at them intentionally or unintentionally.

Even staring directly.

"If you look at them, they will wipe your neck." Mond drew his knife on his neck, slicing it from left to right. "I think they may be a Japanese society. Last time Richard's car was stolen.

It must have been blown up by them."

Mond's face was full of anger, but after the anger, there was fear. The eyes of those people covered with tattoos were as fierce as a wolf, no, more terrifying than a wolf.

The wolves will charge at you, and you can fight until the last moment, but they will not. You will be stuffed into an iron bucket in a silent corner, poured into a cement pile, and sunk into the bay forever until you are a few years old.

Over the years, the green corpse oil slowly seeped out, printing a human shape.

Your life is yours, and you only have one.

Mond has begun to regret setting foot on this land for the second time. At that time, he just thought that with Bi Fang's help, it would be less dangerous, but now, fear enveloped him again.

Why should I agree?

for money?

No money.

For career?

You can refuse it yourself, Jarrett is a good person.

Or a momentary impulse?

Yes, it was a momentary impulse.

Fire, explosions, flying iron fragments, the broken corners of the eyes of my companions, bent joints, the smell of blood that cannot be washed away from the ground...

The orange-red images in his memory flashed like a raging film projector. He sat blankly, and the turbulent emotions exploded from his chest and poured into his eyes. At the moment when they burst out of his eyes, a big hand suddenly cut off the film.

.

Everything quickly went back to where it started.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Mond's shoulders were firmly pressed. He looked up at Bifang and regained consciousness in a daze.

Bi Fang ignored it and looked at Jarrett again: "Then what happened just now?"

Jarrett looked frustrated: "The police are here too, and there are people watching from the door to the lobby. Starting tonight, whenever they see us coming out, they will come forward and block us back, not letting us out at all."

"Pang Di wanted to rush out, but he was beaten up and dragged back. This group of people just wanted to wait for our visa to expire and then send us directly back to the country. Damn it, why did a hotel suddenly want to take us in? Damn it!"

"But there is good news."

Jarrett, who was already depressed, suddenly remembered something, went to the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out a roll of maps, and spread it out on the coffee table.

"Yesterday afternoon, Richard and I went to the city hall together. They gave us a map and marked these places. It was strictly prohibited for Richard and I to go. Once we went, we would be trespassing on private property.

We will be arrested and imprisoned."

Jarrett pointed to the red circle circled on the map, his tone inexplicable.

"I think what they said makes sense and is a big help."

He raised his head and found that Bifang was also looking at him.

The two suddenly looked at each other and smiled.
Chapter completed!