‘Cough cough~~’

The chandelier hanging on the dome of the shop illuminated the tall figure and spread out his arm. Harold in his hand was tightened and he choked for a few coughs. His face turned red and he kept slapping Wang Ruhu's back of his hand.

Two more violent coughs were heard, and the voice was hoarse and squeezed out: "Tiger... let me down first... let... speak."

The clerk who heard the noise outside rushed over with a broom. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw the tall figure turning fiercely. The broom immediately brushed on the ground, pretending that he didn't see it and turned back. The old man next to him couldn't help but persuade him twice.

"Ahu, it's enough to beat me up, killing someone is a bit unlucky...why would you take him outside?"

The old man whispered, Wang Ruhu's eyes moved, closed his eyes as if he was adjusting his breath, and relaxed his hands, Harold fell off the ground, sat down, covered his throat and coughed loudly, and then he felt comfortable breathing.

In his lowered gaze, a pair of worn-out leather shoes stepped into his sight, moving up his thighs as if they were two heel pillars. Wang Ruhu lowered his eyes and stared at him, his voice was low, and he paused word by word.

"Why is the bank card password wrong?"

Speaking of this, Harold didn't dare to say that he had exchanged the money for Kali. He pretended to cough twice, supported the table behind him and slowly got up. His mind quickly turned around. He thought about the words he had thought on the way he came, and quickly organized his words.

"I came here for this..."

Perhaps someone else was there, so he leaned over, pulled Wang Ruhu and walked outside. The old man leaned forward and looked around, limping to the door and listened.

Outside, Harold whispered: "It's not that the password is wrong, it's that the bank card is wrong. The one in your hand is mine."

He said this, his toes in his shoes were tense. You know, the money belonging to Wang Ruhu in another card is now gone, and only a few thousand yuan is left. If he knew, he would probably have a layer of skin pulled out.

"But because of your jailbreak, Morosia also put me on the list, so the cards were frozen. By the way, what about the cards? Let me keep them first, I will find a way to thaw them when I go back and then take them over to you."

As he said that, he reached out to touch him. Wang Ruhu raised his hand and pressed his head and pushed it back. Yu Guang glanced at the fat old man at the door, "Let me go first, who knows if what you said is true."

"Tiger, I'm expressing it very seriously."

Harold followed behind, gestured, looked at the back of the kitchen passage and ignored him, looking back at the old man in a disgusting manner, "Hello, sir, does he live here? Then I will rent a room, right next to him."

"Just just resolve the misunderstanding. If you say this, I will not be sleepy."

Uncle Long's face was filled with wrinkles of smile, and he shook his shoulders excitedly, rubbed his hands and looked up and down, licked his lips, and stretched out his two fingers.

"Twenty a day, don't bargain, pay for one month first."

"So cheap?"

Harold quickly took out half a stack of banknotes from his arms, but he didn't count them. He casually drew more than ten pieces and threw them to the old man, "I count how many days I have to do." He raised his feet and went to the kitchen passage.

Uncle Long looked at the beautiful knife in his hand, blinked in a daze, looked around and counted the bills and muttered.

"Why are you so rich now? You really don't have a bargaining offer?"

Outside the kitchen passage with his shoulders shrugged, Wang Ruhu returned to the room, took out the paper and drew the route. When he heard the knock on the door, he folded the paper and put it in his arms, pulled the door open, and Harold, who was close to the door outside, rushed in. Before he could speak, Wang Ruhu pulled him in.

"If you have something to do, I'll talk about it when I come back."

With a backhand, he turned around and walked to the window and took a piece of remains of wood and threw it to the opposite building. He rang out, "Come back, it's eleven o'clock!!"

Hearing the time, Wang Ruhu jumped on the windowsill, landed on the wall below, and rushed to another building opposite. In Harold's sight, he climbed onto a window balcony and jumped onto the roof. He stepped on the flat roof and threw himself to the long street. With a few moves, his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Standing by the bed, Harold looked at the disappearing figure, his eyes turned around and looked back at the simple room, 'Maybe the bank card is put here, so look for it first.'

Suddenly, my face was filled with smiles and I rubbed my hands and feet in the room. In the night outside the window, Chinatown was out of the night, and there were tall buildings. My body was scrambling to scratch the steel and concrete, and then I swung open. The entire wall and floor-to-ceiling windows were buzzing. I fell to the nearby rooftop rooftop, took out the route map and took a look, identified the direction, got up, stepped, spread my arms and jumped down the floor.

The night wind blew across the streets where there were few people. The homeless man covered with newspapers fell asleep holding the black cat. The ground shook and woke up. A figure flashed in front of him. The intuition of the black cat and beast in his arms exploded directly. He screamed "meow!" and hugged the homeless man's head and scratched him in panic.

The direction in which the figure flashed, following the night and the shadow outside the light, we came all the way to the center of the city. There were single-family houses, blue roofs and white walls, garden pools, and Wang Ruhu stepped on the lights of street lights, and his eyes quickly swept through the mailboxes standing in front of the courtyards on both sides and the door numbers on it.

Soon, in the direction of the locking eyes, a small western-style building with a white painted fence surrounding the front yard lawn, the courtyard gate directly leads to the garage roller shutter door, two marble columns standing next to it with wall lights, and a large platform with panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows above, with curtains hanging, so dark that it is impossible to see inside.

Wang Ruhu reached out and pressed the fence and rushed into the yard cleanly. Labrador, who was lying on the lawn kennel, heard the movement, shook his ears, raised his head, grinned, and grinned.

The figures of street lights outside approached the ground, covering their eyes, looking at the tall and burly humans, as if they saw a terrifying beast, and faintly heard the roar of tigers. They immediately closed their mouths, called out "whimper", retracted back into the kennel with their tails, curled up and shivered.

The next second, the walking figure jumped to the eaves above the door of the Western Building, stepped on the blue glazed tiles, reached out to "push open" the window, and jumped in quietly.

.........

In the spacious bedroom, the dim desk lamp illuminated the head of the bed. In the slight snoring, on the soft big bed, two sleeping figures were tossing and turning under the quilt. They felt a cool breeze blowing through their faces. The woman on the right woke up in a daze, opened her eyes, and before she could make a sound, she reached into the dim light, pinched the back of her neck and gently waved her eyes, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The man who was sleeping on the other side felt the movement, opened his eyes and sat up. Outside the dim table lamp on the bedside, a figure sat on the single sofa beside the bed.

"Who are you?!"

As soon as I asked, I touched the bedside table and was hit by something flying in, and I shrank back.

Outside the table lamp, Wang Ruhu's hand was pillowing on the sofa armrest, his whole body was soaked in the darkness, his eyes were a little shiny, he raised a finger and put it off his lips, and let out a shush.

Take out a piece of paper with the words he wrote in the pen and paper he found in Harris's study.

"It's a bit presumptuous, but normally, I can't see you. My identity is not in line with the laws of the United States. I need your help now, Professor Harris."

In the soft paper twisting sound, the outside courtyard, the pool ripples rippled in circles, the trees in the courtyard rustled in the wind, and the cry of the night fox whine in the dark.
Chapter completed!