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Chapter 283 Tracking and being tracked(2/2)

Liu Qingshan was a little confused, but just as Chen Yan and the others left the entrance of the alley, a yellow-haired young man appeared in their position.

He looked at the two of them in confusion and left for a while.

Next, Chen Yan's pace slowed down.

And from time to time I bought two ice creams at the roadside stalls and chatted with the boss for a while.

Or enter a massage room, take a look at it, and let the people inside identify the photo of Zhang Jiantao in their hands.

Not far away, the yellow-haired young man followed him, muttering constantly.

The Bluetooth earpiece with the piercing ear is flashing blue light, obviously reporting what is this.

Small sun sand therapy room, mugwort incense.

A middle-aged man was lying in the hot sand pool with his eyes closed and resting, as if he was asleep.

Only the Bluetooth headphones in his ears kept flashing blue light, proving that he was not asleep.

Outside the door, an old man in security uniform leaned on the lounge chair and was snoring. A big yellow dog was lying beside him, basking in the sun lazily.

If you look down at the entire urban village now, you will find the sand therapy room in the southwest corner of the village.

Chen Yan set out from the northeast corner and started to wind around the northeast corner.

It was not until after discovering the little beggar that Chen Yan left the northeast corner and walked all the way to the southwest.

For Chen Yan, following the little beggar...

Haha, can you use tracking?

Living in dark corners all year round, the little beggar has a special smell of bad smell.

Although Chen Yan just passed by the alley, he glanced casually inside and did not get close to the little beggar.

However, Chen Yan, who turned on the olfactory gene lock, had already recorded that smell.

Next, Chen Yan marched casually.

I also go to some massage parlors and bathhouses from time to time to ask, but it is actually an illusion.

What guided Chen Yan forward was always the smell of the little beggar remaining in the air.
Chapter completed!
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