[Comprehensive] fog

"Okay, you guys can take a good rest, I'm going to find someone now..." Frank said while packing up his things, he looked at Sarah with a little worry: "You won't run away, will you?"

Because of Lin Qing's reconciliation, he had already untied the ropes on the hands and feet of the two girls.

"Of course we won't run away." Lin Qing yawned again: "Because we need to follow you."

Sarah nodded repeatedly.

Lin Qing felt that he was extremely innocent, and it was an innocent disaster.If what Frank said was true, then the accident was aimed at him. Sarah was implicated because she was having ambiguous and frequent phone conversations with him, and Lin Qing was completely out of luck.

Why does this couple need an extra me when they are in a romantic fugitive?Lin Qing asked the sky speechlessly.The gesture made her yawn again.

Frank is going to a nursing home.

"I have a friend who lives here," he said.

Frank's friend, Joe, is an old black man in his 80s.Behaved rather obscenely.When Lin Qing and his party found him under the guidance of the nursing home staff, this disrespectful old guy was asking a girl to help him fix the TV, while he sat happily on the sofa and watched the girl bend over up hips.

Sarah couldn't help curling her lips.Frank was a little embarrassed.Lin Qing guessed that he must regret bringing the two of them here.After all, birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. Lin Qing is sure that Frank's image in Sarah's mind has dropped a lot.

Frank asked Joe to look things up for him, and Joe had the information within a few hours of making a few calls.Sarah looked at this wretched old man in a little surprise, completely unable to see that this old man who looked like an old pervert actually had this ability.

"It's an independent killer group in South Africa." Joe said: "They killed a reporter from the New York Times before, named Stephanie Chen. There is no other news yet."

So Frank drove Lin Qing and Sarah to New York to find the reporter's family.

"Maybe there's a clue over there," Frank said.

A series of things made Sarah believe this guy's words a little bit, but only a little bit.She asked half-believingly, "Wow...so, are you really the CIA?"

"Of course." Frank replied seriously.Lin Qing could swear that she saw a little bit of coolness in the old man's expression.

So along the way, Sarah asked and answered Frank enthusiastically. Lin Qing felt that she had become a shining spotlight, so she had to lie down on the back seat with her eyes closed to catch up on sleep.

Stephanie Chen, a Chinese-American, lives in Chinatown.Her mother owned a small shop in Chinatown.

When he walked to her shop, Frank took out the rope and tape from his bag, and while arranging the rope, he handed the tape to Sarah in a serious manner and said, "You take this, let's talk to her mother."

Sarah looked at him in disbelief: "You plan to talk to her like this?"

Frank had an innocent expression: "Of course. Is there something wrong?"

Sarah's eyes widened: "She just lost her daughter!" Lin Qing looked embarrassed beside her.After getting along for a while, she finally understood that although Frank was a little older, he was very shrewd about some things, but confused about some things.The style of acting can be described as simple and rude.

Frank looked at Sarah inexplicably: "I know, but it's easier to talk about it."

Sarah was annoyed: "You can't just stick tape when you see people!" She saw that Frank's expression still didn't agree, so she simply stopped him from speaking: "Let me talk to her."

"what?"

"Let me do it." Sarah repeated, angrily stuffing the tape back into Frank's hand, turning her head and entering the store first.

Stephanie's mother was a gentle and generous Chinese woman.The grief of losing her daughter has not yet faded from her.

"...The case is closed like this. The police said it was a robbery, but nothing was lost." The woman's eyes were wet: "She must be very scared..."

Sarah, a sensitive guy, also had red eyes, and Lin Qing patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.Sarah took the mother's hand and said softly, "Hope we can help."

Stephanie's mother looked at Sarah and Lin Qing seriously: "Are you Stephanie's colleagues?" Sarah pursed her lips and nodded slightly.The mother twitched her nose slightly, got up after controlling her emotions, walked to the altar with Stephanie's photo and candles, reached out and pulled out a postcard from behind the frame of the photo.

"She sent this to me." The woman stroked the postcard with her hand, tears finally fell down: "I received it the day she died." She handed the postcard to Sarah.

Lin Qing leaned over to look. Apart from the address and zip code, there was only one line of numbers on the postcard.

"What does this mean?" Sarah asked, pointing to the row of numbers.

"I don't know, I tried calling the number and the police didn't understand either."

"This is the book index number." Lin Qing said with a little surprise: "Many books in China are sorted in this way, but..." The index numbers of American libraries all start with a letter.Lin Qing didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the others understood what she meant.

Frank took the postcard from Sarah and turned it over to look at it. The building printed on the postcard had been seen by several of them, and it was Harvard University.

"Where did Stephanie go to college?" Frank asked.

As if she understood something, Stephanie's mother eagerly replied: "Harvard, she studied at Harvard University's Yenching Institute."

With the expectation of a mother, the three moved to the Yenching Institute of Harvard University.The Asian book index number here really starts with a number.

After finding the place, Sarah quickly found the book according to the index number, and there was a note paper full of names in the middle of the book.Sarah and Lin Qing started working together, using the Internet to search for information on the people on the note one by one.Unsurprisingly, the first few people checked were all dead.

Although the truth of the matter is still confusing, Sarah, who loves adventure novels, has obviously found fun in the process of solving puzzles.She talks to Frank while recording the information she finds.

"Hank Masciano, died two weeks ago, in a car accident...Daniel McKinzie, died last week, of a heart attack... Wait!" She opened her eyes wide open as if she had discovered a treasure, and beckoned to Frank. Come and see.

"If this is the assassination list, why is this person still alive?" Sarah lowered her voice, pointed to the profile on the computer screen and said, "Gabriel Singh, the one who drove the cargo plane."

"Good question." Frank smiled approvingly at Sarah, who returned a slightly smug smile.

Lin Qing saw Sarah and Frank looking at each other with a fruitful smile, and wished to reach out and cover their eyes.Is it really good to show affection like this before the relationship is confirmed?Is this your first time meeting?And the investigation is very serious. Is it okay for you to do this? !

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.Just after finding the clues, I heard the bad news again.Frank's friend Joe has an accident.

Frank, who originally wanted to ask Joe to help him find clues, was depressed for a while and then quickly returned to normal. He took Sarah Lin Qing and went straight to Florida, where his former colleague Marvin lived.

Marvin lived in the middle of nowhere and, according to Frank, had been seriously injured at a previous job, so his way of thinking was... hard to judge.Before Frank went to see him, he gave Sarah and Lin Qing good instructions.

"Don't mention the phone, don't mention the satellite..."

"You haven't returned our mobile phone to us after you took it away." Lin Qing couldn't help complaining.Even though she knew that Frank was trying to prevent them from being tracked because of the mobile phone, she was still not used to the life without the Internet, mobile phone and even books.

Frank concluded helplessly: "In short, keep your voice down and your movements down, and don't irritate him."

"Uh... persecution paranoia?" Lin Qing and Sarah looked at each other and curled their lips at the same time.

It turns out that Marvin's persecution paranoia is more serious than they thought.

This guy's daily attire is an auspicious suit, with a gun in his hand, a knife with him, and the place where he lives is also around.His lair is actually disguised under a car.Open the trunk of the dilapidated car, and there are long stairs below.

Going in is even more surprising.He put a lot of weapons, food, water, and various materials in this underground fortification...

"You obviously have a house, why do you live here?" Sarah was puzzled.

"Let's put it this way," Marvin said as he tossed the water bottle to Frank, "I knew they were watching me last year when I spotted helicopters circling over my head. It was scary, wasn't it?"

Frank rolled his eyes, not commenting on it.He directly took out the list and handed it over: "I have a list here, it was written by a dead reporter, and everyone else on it is dead..."

Before Frank finished speaking, Marvin shook his arms excitedly and yelled at him: "Frank, I told you a long time ago! I told you a long time ago! Don't believe it! As long as they are still staring at you, deal with it!" You just need to move your fingers! Internet, dentist, mobile phone, satellite..." He pointed at himself with Mediterranean white hair, spinning around like a trapped animal.

"Marvin!" Frank had to interrupt him louder: "I need you to help me look up this list."

Marvin seemed to react suddenly, and then agreed: "Okay."

He took the list, pushed open an alloy door about a foot thick, and walked straight into the pile of materials.

"This guy is really..." Lin Qing was speechless.

"He looks... crazy," Sarah said, too.

Frank sighed. "He thought he was the target of some government mind control program."

Sarah stuck out her tongue and let out a small exclamation: "Wow...it's really..." She watched Frank spread his hands, and couldn't think of a good adjective to describe the feeling at the moment.

"And the truth is," Frank said softly, tilting his head slightly toward her, "he was injected with anesthesia every day for 11 years."

Sarah was a little surprised, she looked at Marvin again: "Then he looks really good."

"He's been great," Frank said.

Looking at the couple looking at Ma Wen's work with affection, Lin Qing once again felt the malice of the world.

"Why should I follow..." Lin Qing silently lowered his head and covered his nearly blind eyes.

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