The gray Chevrolet parked at the entrance of the Crown Hotel, and Winston chose to hold a jewelry exhibition here because the latter is one of the top hotels on Mars, but due to what happened the night before, there were much fewer guests than usual.

In contrast, the bounty hunters coming here have skyrocketed a lot.

Weize threw the car keys to the doorman beside him, glanced at the parking space outside the door, and saw many cars with the office logo printed on it, but fortunately there was no Red Nest.

Levi was very quick and should have sent someone to collect information on the night of the commission. After all, the less things you can get in this way, and the hotel must be open. It is impossible to just put the entire scene there all the time. In fact, after the police completed the investigation, the Crown Hotel resumed opening in less than half a day.

The Jewelry Exhibition is held at the top floor, and the Essay is on the elevator.

The previously messy hall has now been cleaned up, the broken glass has been replaced with new ones, and the bullet holes on the wall have been filled one by one. Now, standing here, you can hardly see the traces left by that battle.

Fortunately, Weize didn't come here to see those things.

He connected to the Internet with his personal terminal, found the news at that time, enlarged the pictures, compared it with the place where he was standing now, and soon found the location where the Mask was taking a snatch that night.

Looking up at the place, Weize grabbed a passerby, "Is the current glass the same specifications as the previous glass?"

The latter probably has been asked questions like this in the past two days, but his excellent professional qualities still keep him in a good attitude. He nodded after hearing this, "We are the top hotel, and all procurements have fixed standards. Unless the supplier does not exist, they are generally rarely replaced."

"Thanks."

As expected by Eize, this glass has a good lighting. Standing below, you can clearly see everything above your head, but on the other hand, it is difficult for people outside to see the scene inside. It is a high-tech product and is expensive together. Only luxury hotels like Crown can be used on a large scale.

Weize tried to put himself in the mask position to think. Before the night of the incident, he sneaked into the hotel and placed the mechanism near the runway, and then climbed along the maintenance ladder to the roof. There was a structure at the edge for him to hide. So he waited here until the sound boom exploded, descended from the gap rope, threw smoke bombs to cover himself, got the Emerald Star, and then ran away from the ambush circle.

Theoretically, there is no problem, it works completely, but Weize always feels that something is wrong. When contacting the cases Mask has done before, he finally found out where the violation was.

——Why choose here to start?

Jewelry was previously locked in a safe and equipped with strong security forces, so it is the best time to start when these are worn on models.

There is no problem with this idea itself, but the problem is that if you want to start from the model, there is actually a better choice.

The clothes changing room in the backstage is significantly looser than the security in the lobby, and there are fewer people who are unrelated. At the same time, it is next to the maintenance ladder, which is convenient for escape.

After turning over the previous record of the Mask, Weize found that he had a characteristic, that is, he could always find the weakest link in a security system, why did his level drop this time? Moreover, he never showed up in front of others in every action, which is also the reason why he was always so mysterious. Until two days ago, everyone didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman.

It is extremely rare to fall from the sky directly from the heads of hundreds of people like this and have videos recorded.

Although he wore a mask on his face to cover himself up, some basic characteristics have been exposed, and it was basically a matter of time before he was caught in the eyes of experts like Bounty Hunter.

"Interesting." Weize touched his chin.

He had seen what he wanted to see and did not stay any longer.

Shortly after leaving the Crown Hotel, his stomach started to growl. Only then did Weize notice that it was almost dark. He hadn't eaten since he left the house, so he drove his Chevrolet around for a few times and finally found a small noodle restaurant nearby that was not marked on the navigation.

Wei Ze lifted the greasy curtain and walked in. He found that the kitchen was less than twenty square meters in size, barely enough to place four small tables. The narrow aisle made people have to lift their butts when passing by, so as not to rub against the black oily stain on the table.

Because the meal has passed, there is only one customer in the noodle restaurant.

Like Weize, the other party had Asian faces, black eyes and black hair, but his facial features looked more like Japanese. He was eating a bowl of vegetarian noodles. When Weize walked in, he looked up and nodded politely, as if he had greeted him.

Weize sat down at the table next to him, "Give me a bowl of plain noodles too."

"Great, the more unlucky thing than meeting a poor man is meeting two poor man." The boss's wife complained while watching the soap opera with her personal terminal, but she still said to the man in the kitchen, "A bowl of plain noodles."

Then she said to Weize, "6 credit points, pay first, I don't want to chase you two streets, although you look OK." After that, she let out a hissing laugh, and the fat on her face trembled.

The man had to bow his head under the eaves. Wei Ze obediently took out his wallet, settled the bill, and then began to wait quietly for his dinner.

During this period, the Asian man who came first had eaten his bowl of plain noodles, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. Eize noticed the black cello case leaning beside him and said curiously, "Musician?"

The latter smiled, "It's just a hobby. My main business is circuit repair. What about you, sir?"

"Oh, I've been unemployed for a while and am currently wandering around and finding something to do." Weize was interrupted by the boss's wife before she could finish her speech.

"Just eat, what's the conversation? It's disturbing me to watch TV series!"

"Sorry." The circuit repairman who likes to play the cello apologized, then stood up, put on the piano case, and nodded at Weize again, "I just received an emergency order, so I'll take the lead. I wish you good luck and find a job as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your good words."

At this time, the plain noodles of Weize were also brought up. It was indeed plain noodles, with nothing but a pitiful spot of shallots and sesame oil.

Fortunately, there are enough noodles in the bowl, so there is no problem filling your stomach.

Weize was not picky either. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the paper box beside him and started to eat it. However, when he was halfway through the swallowing, a violent shaking suddenly came from the ground, and the old wall skin was shaken off, and one of them fell directly into Weize's bowl.

But at this moment, he didn't care about such things at all. He widened his eyes and stared blankly across the street.
Chapter completed!