Chapter 11 8. The Silent Town

Lin Feiyu did not expect that Paget Town was smaller and more exquisite than imagined. An old street runs through the whole town, with low old houses on both sides, two or three European-style mansions dotted in it, and a few palm trees, although a bit rustic, it also looks unique. The moonlight is alluring. Under the quiet night, there were a few insects chirping and melodious, and faint human voices could be heard vaguely—as if they were playing and singing softly with the guitar, but when Lin Feiyu listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything Arrived. Aslan was wearing a big black cloak, covering his whole body, only his face was exposed.She had been to the town before, and knew that the mercenaries had not set foot here, so she dared to walk in the middle of the road with Lin Feiyu boldly.

Whether it is a grocery store, a coffee shop or a residence, every house has its doors and windows locked, and only a faint yellow light can be seen from the gap. Already accustomed to the dangerous outdoors, Lin Feiyu was a little uncomfortable with this quiet Nanyang town.He tightened the black windbreaker on his body, and looked around with eyes full of vigilance and suspicion, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly pop out from the dark and catch him off guard. "You have to hide the gun, Yu." Seeing his nervous look, Aslan couldn't help laughing, "Don't scare the residents here, they don't know what's going on outside."

Lin Feiyu shrugged: "I left the gun in the jungle." "Don't pretend to be cool, man, don't count on me when you are in danger, I will definitely die." "Dangerous? Are there any here?" Lin Feiyu said nonchalantly, "I can't even see cats that only bite people." "Don't lie to me," Aslang shook his fingers triumphantly, "I'm equipped with a heartbeat sensor, and I know you're very scared right now." Indeed, even though it was at night, and even though the residents locked themselves in their homes, the silence of Paget Town was still a bit eerie—it was so pure and clear that it made the whole place look like a dead city.

"Heartbeat sensor?" Lin Feiyu rubbed the back of his head: "I hate weird high-tech the most—especially those whose names I haven't even heard of." "The heartbeat sensor is not high-tech. As far as I know, your Chinese 'Snow Leopard' special forces were equipped with this kind of thing in 2009..." Aslan showed a hint of pride: "But the one I use is more Advanced - Lightweight, compact, and power-efficient." Lin Feiyu said "um" casually: "Is that the thing on your tail?" Aslan was taken aback: "You can also know this?"

"I'm a person who can pinch and count, and it just happened to be right again." This is not a lie, because Lin Feiyu was really lying just now. But Aslan was very dissatisfied with this answer, feeling that he was fooled by Lin Feiyu.She didn't want to say anything more, but quickened her pace and walked forward on her own. Lin Feiyu was not in a hurry, he knew that the destinations of the two were exactly the same - Nanyang Hotel, the largest and best tourist gathering place in Paget Town, and the place where 27 Chinese "should" stay.Of course, the so-called "biggest and best" is only a relative term. If it is placed in China, such a building can only be regarded as a mid-level "guest house" at best.

A slight cool breeze sweeps across the ground, making soft noises. On the deserted street, two lonely travelers are inseparable. For them, this place is strange and dead, far from the vacation paradise they imagined.Although he had never seen it before, Lin Feiyu instinctively felt that the usual Paget Town would never look like this. Typhoons and "riots"—if that was really the so-called "riot", natural disasters and man-made disasters kept the noise and glitz away In the night here, only everyone's anxiety and deserted streets and alleys are left. Why didn't the mercenaries take over the town?Lin Feiyu was perplexed by this question, but he never asked Aslan—with the current confusing form of Paget Island, I am afraid that even the CIA could not figure it out, let alone Aslan, a young technical non-commissioned officer.

Nanyang Hotel is a three-storey retro-style building. The materials used are quite exquisite, and the appearance is quite foreign. At first glance, it is different from other "old bricks and old tiles" in the town, and it looks quite noble. There is no lock on the gate, and of course there is no welcome and security.Lin Feiyu carefully pushed open the door, got down on his stomach, and glanced into the lobby with his head—it was pitch black, and then he retracted immediately. This is a very standard and professional urban warfare reconnaissance action, which can prevent the ambusher behind the door from being directly shot in the face.But Lin Feiyu immediately thought that this was actually another very stupid behavior - Aslan, who was wearing CATS armor and equipped with a heartbeat sensor on his tail, was standing behind him, so there was no need to investigate by himself ?

"Is anyone in there?" he asked Aslan in a low voice. "What are you afraid of? Have you never been to a hotel with a girl before?" Aslan smiled, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the middle of the hall where he couldn't see his fingers. Suddenly, the lights were brightly lit, and the golden light shone from the top of their heads, which made the two of them stretch out their hands to cover their eyes. "Who! Get back!" Although the speaker yelled hoarsely, he obviously lacked confidence: "Get out! Or I'll shoot!" It was a skinny middle-aged man, not tall, well-groomed, wearing a vest and a bow tie, with a neat and neat mustache, of course, these are not the most important features - in his trembling hand holding a Double-barreled shotguns aimed straight at Aslan's face.

"Don't shoot!" Aslan put the hood on his forehead and raised his hands: "We are just tourists!" At the moment when the middle-aged man hesitated, Aslan leaped across the entire lobby, rushed to him, raised his hand to pull the shotgun in his hand, dropped the muzzle of the gun, and held it against his chin ——In just one or two seconds, the situation was reversed, and the gunman became the one who raised his hand. At this time, Lin Feiyu walked forward leisurely and leisurely, and lightly patted the front counter in the lobby. "Are you from this hotel?" He said unhurriedly, "We are here to stay."

Aslan glanced at him sideways: "Who will stay with you?" Lin Feiyu smiled ambiguously, and in front of the pale middle-aged man, he gently embraced Aslan and put his chin on the girl's shoulder: "You wouldn't turn away a lost young couple, would you?" Aslan elbowed Lin Feiyu away in disgust, frowned, and gritted his teeth: "Go away! If you do this again, I'll tear you apart!" Lin Feiyu gently pressed Aslan's arm with his left hand, and winked at her. She took advantage of the situation to put away the double-barreled shotgun that was resting on the middle-aged man's chin, and took a small step back.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the lobby manager here?" Lin Feiyu smiled politely, "What's your name?" "Ro... Ron." "Relax, Ron, put your hands down, we won't hurt you." "Sorry, sir...the island is not peaceful right now, I have to..." "It's okay, Ron, I can understand." Aslan had to admit that Lin Feiyu's smiling face was quite attractive - especially his gentle and personable posture, which also had the taste of an English gentleman. "Are you tired?" "Huh?" Aslang was confused by Lin Feiyu's sudden question: "What did you say?" Lin Feiyu deliberately slowed down his speech: "I mean, are you tired?" "It's okay, just a little bit." Aslang paused, "...Why are you asking this?" Lin Feiyu turned his face and snapped his fingers at Ron: "Order a double suite, the one with a big bed and a separate bathroom." "Sorry, sir," the lobby manager shook his arms: "All the guest rooms are full." "Well, that's really unfortunate." Lin Feiyu nodded: "Are there many Chinese?" He pointed to himself, "Like me?" "Yes, sir," Ron also laughed: "It's Chinese people like you, all from a tour group, about thirty people." He choked out a slogan in extremely awkward Chinese: " Welcome to Paget!" "You mean the same tour group?" Lin Feiyu snapped his fingers: "I just happened to have a friend in this group, who arrived at Paget Island two days earlier than me, and told me to look for him as soon as I arrived. His name is Wang Chaoxing. , male, about 40 years old, a little bald." Aslan suddenly felt a little bit of admiration for Lin Feiyu—he used a very natural and friendly reason to get to the point, and quickly made the other party put down his guard without arousing the slightest suspicion.Of course, this is not unrelated to Lin Feiyu's pretty "good-hearted" appearance. "Okay, sir." Ron took out glasses and a large booklet with a yellow cover from under the counter: "Let me check it for you." "Hey, do you have any money?" Aslan was a little surprised by Lin Feiyu's sudden whisper: "money?" "Yes, dollars, yen, renminbi, credit cards, whatever." "My God, is it true that women pay for opening rooms in China?" "I want money for bribes," Lin Feiyu lowered his voice, "Where did you go?" "No!" Aslan crossed his hips angrily, "Do you think I'm the type who carries money with me?" Before Aslan finished speaking, Ron suddenly said "ah", pointing to a certain line on the big booklet: "Yes, it's called Chaoxing, right? Here—" He raised his head and looked at Lin Feiyu with a smile on his face: "Suite 303 has two rooms, the balcony faces south, and it's still a room with a view." two rooms?Lin Feiyu narrowed his eyes: "Thank you," he bowed slightly, pointing to the elevator on the side of the lobby: "Can this work?" "Oh, of course, sir," Ron pushed open the partition, walked out of the front desk, and came to the elevator: "Do you have any luggage? I'll help you." "No need, Ron," Lin Feiyu patted the lobby manager on the shoulder: "We can do it ourselves." The past few minutes made Aslan sure that Lin Feiyu was a schizophrenic patient through and through—he could be gentle and refined like a genuine good man, or he could smile like a naughty hooligan and glib. Of course, maybe these are not his true colors, maybe he doesn't have the so-called "true face" at all. "You're such a weirdo," Aslan asked suddenly after the elevator doors closed, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Lin Feiyu smiled and said nothing, until the elevator stopped on the third floor, he whispered provocatively: "If the answer is no, will you consider me?" "Ha!" Aslan shook his head disdainfully: "Unless you are the last man in the world." The decoration in the corridor is very simple and simple, the carpet is soft, the lighting is dim, and several oil paintings by unknown hands are hung on the walls on both sides. . The floor made a soft "creak" sound with the steps of the two. Lin Feiyu noticed that several tenants were watching him through the crack of the door, so he deliberately pretended to be careless and stood still in front of the door of Room 303. . "Wait, there's someone inside," Aslang paused, "The number is 1, the heart rate is 72, and the estimated height is between 1.6 and 1.64 meters." Lin Feiyu glanced at her, remained silent, and raised his hand to knock on the door. No response. "Heart rate 85, you scared him..." Aslan said coldly, "...he's moving, he's coming." Lin Feiyu waited for a few seconds and saw that no one opened the door, so he cleared his throat and knocked on the door again, accompanied by a deep call: "Wang Chaoxing! Are you inside?" "Heart rate 92!" Aslan lowered his voice, but sped up his speech: "The movement stopped, just stand by the door, be careful!" an ambush-- "Hmm..." Lin Feiyu nodded as if realizing something: "Most likely we have to open the door ourselves." With his right hand, he squeezed a small thing that looked like a watermelon seed from his mouth, and carefully pulled out a thin wire from it.Then he half-knelt down, aimed the wire at the keyhole on the doorknob, and fiddled with his head sullenly. "If you want to break the door," Aslan bent down, "you can just come to me." Lin Feiyu glanced at her, stood up, and stuffed the "melon seed shell" back into his mouth: "It's an electronic lock." He smiled and held the doorknob. "You need to use a specific electronic key to open it. There are two locks inside. It is difficult to pry it open without violently destroying the door." "Then you have found the right person," Aslan raised his right fist, "Get out of the way!" Before he finished speaking, Lin Feiyu gently twisted the doorknob, and with a crisp "click", the door slowly opened to the inside. "Relax, beauty," Lin Feiyu said with a smile, "I never said I would ask you to help." Use a "seed shell" to open an "electronic lock"?Although Aslan was a little surprised, he also had a rough judgment on the identity of the man in front of him - he was extraordinary in skill, sharp in thinking, changeable in expression and personality, seemed to always wear various disguises, and said Unfathomable gibberish.And—the most important thing is that he has a weird little prop in his pocket, to be precise, in his mouth, a small prop that can easily open the electronic lock. Be it soldiers or tourists, would ordinary people carry such things with them? Won't. Obviously, he was an agent, this guy named "Lin Feiyu" - if that was his real name, a professionally trained and probably experienced agent. In just a split second, Lin Feiyu, who stepped into the room, held the wrist of the ambusher by the door. He didn't even look at the opponent, and he precisely blocked the attack from the side, as if he had eyes on his shoulder blades.Then he turned his hands and raised his arms, and with a quick and rough grabbing action, he twisted the ashtray from the ambusher's hand, knocked the opponent's light body to the ground, and put his knees against his back. "oops!" The girl's delicate moans surprised the two of them. Lin Feiyu hurriedly let go of his hands and feet, and squinted at Aslang with some complaining eyes: "A little girl?" "As I said," Aslan spread his hands innocently, "he is 1.6 meters tall...the heart rate sensor can't tell the difference between men and women." Lin Feiyu reached out to help the girl who had just been brought down by him, and pretended to brush her shoulders: "Are you okay? Where did you fall?" That gentle and concerned look made Aslan feel a little numb.He seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, as if someone else was the one who hurt him just now, and it had nothing to do with him. Of course, the girl didn't like Lin Feiyu's tricks. She broke free from his hand, took two steps back, turned sideways, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and made a very defensive gesture. Lin Feiyu had to admit that this was a pretty little girl. She is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She has long black hair with a shawl. On her slender dimples, there are exquisite and delicate facial features like jade carvings. Every line on her face seems to have been carefully calculated. It is so perfect that it is unbelievable. .If there is any flaw, it is the tear mole on the left cheek-it seems to be a symbol of ill-fated. Although the white shirt and jeans are simple, they are just right on the girl's slender and graceful body. On her slender neck, there is a thin silver chain, which is more like a finishing touch, making the whole person look like a lady. temperament. "Who are you!" Her voice is not loud, but it is cadenced, it is not ethereal, but it has a unique rhythm, in short, it sounds very pleasant. "A more important question than this," Lin Feiyu replied with a smile, "Who are you?" The girl stared at Lin Feiyu silently with a gloomy face, and used wordless resistance to deal with this stranger who broke in and used violence against her.Lin Feiyu's handsome face and elegant demeanor did not give Lin Feiyu much advantage, and a wall of distrust lay between the two of them. In the girl's gaze, Lin Feiyu saw suspicion and anxiety, and he knew that to break the deadlock, the only way to win trust was to start with clever self-introduction. "My name is Lin Feiyu," he said pleasantly, "I'm Wang Chaoxing's colleague, and I came here specially to pick him up." The girl's eyes moved back and forth between Lin Feiyu and Aslan, but she still didn't speak. "You are his daughter, Wang Shenglan, right? Well, it must be," Lin Feiyu smiled, and decided to use his trump card: "We met before, when you were young, but you may not have much memory." This is one of his best methods of "getting close". Of course, the premise is that at least the other party's name must be known. And, can't be wrong. "That's my brother's name...he's been dead for several years..." Not only did the girl not relax her guard, but she became even more nervous: "My name is Wang Qingyi." The boy's name is Wang Shenglan?Lin Feiyu sighed inwardly - he even got his name and gender wrong, which is definitely a big mistake in intelligence work.But at least, the identity of this girl has been confirmed. Ok?Wait - Lin Feiyu suddenly felt that something was wrong: "When Wang Chaoxing came out to work, why did he bring his daughter with him?" "Work? How can there be a job?" The girl who called herself "Wang Qingyi" frowned unhappily: "We are here to travel!" "Oh! So that's how it is! What a smart father!" Lin Feiyu snapped his fingers as if he suddenly realized that he was taking his daughter to visit Paget Island!What a disguise!It is indeed less likely to arouse suspicion than coming alone. "What do you mean?" "It's nothing, good girl, I only have one question now." Lin Feiyu paused, leaning forward: "Do you want to go home?" The girl froze for a moment, then nodded suspiciously. "Then tell me," Lin Feiyu stepped forward, "Where did your father go?" Wang Qingyi did not answer immediately, but walked back to the center of the room and sat on the head of the bed: "I don't know..." There was a hint of sadness on her frowning face, "Dad, he went out as soon as he arrived at the hotel, and the phone couldn't get through. It's been three days without contact." "Three days..." Lin Feiyu's heart tightened - three days ago happened to be the day when the "riot" started on the island.If it weren't for the "riots", Chinese tourists would not be unable to return home. If it weren't for the Chinese tourists being stranded on the island, there would be no Marines coming to Paget Island. If it weren't for the participation of the Marines, I will not be hit head-on by unknown armed forces... In other words, the typhoon "Xuanwu" is not a problem, and the possible tsunami is not a problem either. The root cause of all chaos and man-made disasters was three days ago, that is, 7 The "riot" that started on the 29th of the month. Everything has cause and effect, and all cause and effect must be connected. Things started to become clearer.Lin Feiyu had a feeling in the dark that all people - including the US military, including Aslan behind him, including the so-called "rioters", these seemingly disorganized clues have slowly gathered together to form a The rushing torrent slowly pushed this tiny island into the bottomless abyss. There is no doubt that they have all come for one thing - something that is not of this world. Of course, among these people, Lin Feiyu himself was also included. "...if only you were a boy." "Ah?" Wang Qingyi showed a puzzled expression: "Why?" Then I can use the method of "beating" to make you tell the truth - Lin Feiyu thought so, showing a wry smile.