CHAPTER 345: CHAPTER 324: WHAT DOES HE WANT TO EXPRESS?

The man walked back into the house, while the woman followed behind Xiao Lin. This was a very simple transaction, so simple that it only involved giving without any return. Xiao Lin gained nothing from this transaction; perhaps he could take himself into the base, but the chance of entry was less than ten percent. Yet he had to do everything for this woman with one hundred percent effort. This could be called an unequal transaction, but no one would care. Even a ten percent possibility was a good option for Xiao Lin.

The woman’s illness was much more severe than imagined. Hua Qingyi reluctantly arranged for a 24-hour caregiver for the two children, which was considered quite benevolent, even though he didn’t really want to do it. However, he kept his mouth shut about Xiao Lin’s decision, even though he believed that even without the help of the Middle Easterners, he could still enter that base.

Xiao Lin sat in the cramped space, looking at all the coded symbols Miao Shaoqing had brought back. Hidden within the various shapes of symbols was Xuan Ji, which Hua Qingyi could not clearly see, while Shaoqing was already so exhausted he could only sleep.

Placing the rubbings of the patterns under the light, simple strokes can form countless words. What exactly was he trying to express? A person who was always simple, why was he using such complex graphics this time? What was he trying to convey?

Spreading out the entire Amman Town Map, marking every place where a symbol was found, the locations were scattered across different streets, large and small, spreading out from the city center as a basepoint. Connecting these points with a pen would look like a spider lying flat, and its touchpoint was precisely Hassan’s estate.

"Look at this, what does it look like?" Xiao Lin called over Hua Qingyi, placing the map of connected lines in front of him.

"A spider."

"That’s right, exactly like the one on the box."

Hua Qingyi let out a sound of surprise, then picked up the map again for a closer look. After placing the symbols in their rightful positions, he again voiced confusion.

"Perhaps we’ve all been thinking in the wrong direction!" Hua Qingyi pointed at the map and said, "Brother, the pattern you found at Hassan’s house was a poppy, which symbolizes drugs, and Hassan’s point is at the top. So let’s hypothesize: if Hassan is the source, then how would the items he produces be distributed? The symbols that Night Eagle left behind may not be instructions for us to do something, but rather he discovered these drug distribution points."

"Then how do you explain the last point I found near the slums?" Xiao Lin asked.

"No, to be precise, you were near the slums. But during this, another character was not involved. I think the biggest possibility still lies with that Fourth Master. Hassan is a drug lord, and he might be making non-drug trades with Fourth Master through weapons. This is also not impossible. His networks are widely distributed throughout the city. If Night Eagle shares our thoughts, he might have lost contact while reconnoitering Fourth Master, then the Military Advisor, who was earlier than Night Eagle, would also not overlook this point."

"Continue!" Xiao Lin rested his chin on his hand, patiently listening to Hua Qingyi’s analysis.

"Suppose Night Eagle has already found the Military Advisor, what would happen?" Hua Qingyi boldly made a hypothesis, moving beyond a parallel line, initially assuming there was no connection between the Military Advisor and Night Eagle. If the two were in contact, and already..."

Dusk!

Even after absorbing all the sunlight, the earth did not bring much warmth to the city, as wind and sand swept away what little freshness was in the air. Even covering mouth and nose with a thick scarf couldn’t stop the penetrating sand; they were everywhere.

However, there was a procession singing and dancing on the wilderness. The cold couldn’t temper their passion, just like daylight piercing through the night but failing to penetrate human hearts.

The melodious music echoed in the open canyon, with copper bells dancing around the waist, sweetly disrupting the sound of the wind. Beautiful dancers stood on the caravans, dressed in brightly colored sheer gowns with their faces covered by light veils. Their slender fingers danced to the music, sparking endless imagination.

The convoy gradually sank into silence upon entering the canyon.

The leading SUV, flashing hazard lights, stopped halfway. A man got out holding a red flag, waving it in the night. In the distance, a beam of laser light followed the flag direction, shining directly onto the spot where the man stood.

Looking up, there was a high guard made of thick timber and stone on top, with a few people, seemingly soldiers, guarding both sides. The laser beam shot directly from the top of the tower, five meters away from where the man was standing. Lowering his flag, the man did not move; he waited quietly.

A sharp whistle pierced the sky. The man got into the car and drove towards the tower, leaving the convoy far behind, as the dust stirred by the car formed small particles in the light beam.

The woman standing on the caravan stopped, staring at the rising dust and then looked up to the sky. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, resembling a spirit.

A flock of birds flew by, their wings quivering as they moved to another height. The woman once again gazed into the distance, her eyes falling on the vehicle ahead.

Inside the tower, the man handed the letter he held to the guard soldiers, who were equipped with heavy weapons. The soldiers sternly inspected every line of writing, trying to find hidden issues, glancing occasionally at the man.

"Why hasn’t Lam come this time?" The soldier handed the letter back to the man, questioning him. Accustomed to being led by the same person, the sudden change made the soldier more cautious.

"Lam broke his leg a couple of days ago, so I’m just here in his place. If you don’t believe me, you can check behind; those ladies are all from Lam’s troupe." The man showed no signs of panic, cheerfully directing the soldier’s gaze towards the caravan behind.

Lam was a somewhat renowned dance troupe leader. His dancers were all extraordinarily beautiful, each with excellent skills in dance, capable of singing and dancing, touring the Middle East with high praise, and of course, there were private transactions as well.

Three soldiers followed the man down from the tower to the caravan, lifting the canopy. Inside were various performance instruments, easily seen at a glance. Yet one soldier jumped up, meticulously checking every corner, only leaving when sure there was nothing missed, nodding to the earlier soldier before standing behind him.

"Everything alright now?" The man asked cheerfully. Such inspections didn’t seem to surprise him much. He merely looked indifferently at these people hopping into the caravan, weaving among the mysterious and beautiful women. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)