As usual, the wind chimes got up early.

She went to the rat head and took a big bag, took a piece of nutritional paste, and walked out to the exit of the waste station while eating.

In the past, in this process, wind chimes usually walked over with their heads down, and their heads would not turn around. They only stared at the ground in front of them, and would not take a look at the environment on the roadside.

But now, she had made up her mind to leave the scrap recycling station. Along the way, she looked carefully at every place she had walked.

‘There are five corners in the corridor, and each corner has a light sensor.’

‘There is a passage here. The passage is about 10 meters ahead. It is the residence of the Rat Head’s thug.’

‘There are two thugs here, and they should be rotated every 2 hours.’

‘There is also this passage, which leads to the rat head room.’

Just looking all the way, she confirmed it one by one with the vague impressions in her memory. When the wind chime walked to the ground, she had a very clear understanding of the spatial structure in the waste recycling station.

But this is not enough. It is useless to just escape from the waste recycling bin. She also has a tracker on her body. To truly escape from the tracking of rat head, the tracker must be removed.

The question is, where is this tracker?

Fengling walked on the street, picking up waste absent-mindedly while checking her clothes.

By noon, she had already looked through every place where she could hide things on her clothes, but she found nothing.

The tracker doesn't seem to exist at all.

"What's going on? Is there no tracker? But three months ago, the guy named Viser ran away and was caught by the rat head in less than 3 hours. Without a tracker, how could it be done?"

The wind chime really can't figure it out.

‘Can it be some kind of tracking method that I don’t understand at all? Or some advanced technology, such as implanting my body…’

As soon as this idea appeared, it was denied by the wind chime.

The reason is very simple. Rat Head is just an operator of a waste recycling station. If he really tracks this kind of high-tech tracking for every Rat, he will definitely go bankrupt.

How much money can a mouse make by picking up garbage every day?

Another reason is that Fengling has a very sensitive grasp of her body. Once there is something wrong, she can notice it immediately. This is not blind confidence, but a conclusion drawn after practicing it from childhood to adulthood.

"The rat head must have used other means, I have to find this means."

When thinking this, Fengling's mind came up with what the instructor said to her during the course: "Participation is a very important quality. When your mind is influenced by emotions, don't rush to make any decisions. Be patient, time will tell you the answer."

"I'll observe for a few more days." Feng Ling said in his heart.

Thinking of this, Fengling put away his thoughts and began to concentrate on finding waste products in the city.

Perhaps because she was more sunbathing these days, she found that her physical strength was much better than before, and her hearing, vision, and even touch became more sensitive. Originally, she wanted to fill the big bag with rat head, and she had to work until night. But today, she chose the right path and moved faster. As a result, at around 4 pm, the bag was full.

What surprised Fengling even more was that she also picked up a broken dagger. The dagger was made of good steel. The tip of the dagger was broken a small part and the main body was still there.

Fengling didn't rush back. She took the dagger and carefully polished it on a diamond rock wall next to an alley, and sharpened the tip of the dagger again.

Carefully hiding the dagger inside the jacket, the wind chime carried a large bag full of scraps and walked towards the scrap recycling station with brisk steps.

Although she was delayed on the road, when she returned to the recycling station, it was still nearly 20 minutes earlier than usual.

From afar, Fengying saw the mouse head pushing out the door of a bar next to the recycling station. Through the transparent exterior wall of the bar, Fengying saw an unusual guy sitting inside.

The reason why this guy is not common is not that he dresses, but his temperament.

The waste recycling station is in the slums of Space City. People living here are unsteady in their eyes and can't stop their mouths. They are either drinking, swearing, or flirting with others. Their clothes are usually not very clean, and they don't pay attention to their own image.

Even if there is a little money in his pocket, such as the rat head, his clothes are rarely worn neatly, let alone the hair is messy, making people suspect that he can take out a bird egg from it.

And this person was sitting there, not talking much, his waist and back were much straighter than others, and his hair and beard were carefully looked at him, and his eyes were much more focused than others. Although his clothes were not new, his clothes were quite neatly dressed, which was incompatible with the mess around him.

After the rat head came out of the bar, the man sat for a few more seconds. Then he stood up and checked out and left.

At the door, Rat Head had just walked out less than 10 meters. The two had no conversation, but when they were looking at each other, they obviously stopped for a moment. The two of them knew each other in a few days.

At this moment, Feng Ling's mind turned countless thoughts: "Do you want to follow and see what's going on? Or do you think you haven't seen anything?"

"What if I follow and be found out? How will the mouse head treat me? He has so many thugs and is so strong that I am no match for me."

"Will my legs be broken?"

When I think of my legs, Fengling remembers the screams I heard a few months ago. The sound seemed to be still in my ears. The more I think about it, the more terrifying the Fengling felt, and even his legs hurt slightly.

An indescribable sense of fear appeared in my heart, like a black ghost claw, which suddenly popped out of the darkness and grabbed the heart of the wind chime.

‘Bang~bang~bang~bang~’ Fengying clearly heard his heartbeat.

"Fear is the emotion of a mortal, and courage is the characteristic of a hero. It cannot be dormant, but when the time comes, it will shine with awe of a mortal." Fengling once again recalled the teachings of the young mentor.

Seeing that the man was about to walk to the corner of the street, Fengling finally made up his mind.

She immediately turned around and walked back, and a trace of the nearby street appeared in her mind. She glanced at the man again, then turned around and walked into another alley.

She knew that as long as she walked 50 meters along the alley, she could "meet" the strange guy from the other direction.

Doing this will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

It was not 50 meters long, and the wind chime walked very fast. When she walked out of the alley, the man just happened to be 30 meters away in front of her.

The guy didn't notice the wind chime. Maybe he found it, but he didn't take it seriously. He walked straight to a sky blue hover car, opened the door on the driving side, and sat in.

Fengling glanced at the license plate of the sky blue suspended vehicle and kept it in her heart. Then, she walked forward as if nothing had happened, walked to the corner, turned her foot and walked towards the waste recycling station not far away.

On the surface, the wind chime is no different from usual, but only she herself knows how intense her heartbeat was at that moment just now.

When the wind chime walked to the door of the recycling station, her heartbeat speed returned to normal, and the inexplicable sense of fear in her heart quietly faded.

When she entered the recycling bin, she quietly looked at the attitudes of people around her towards her. As a result, she found that, including the rat head, their attitudes had not changed from before. They either ignored them, smiled lazyly at her, or ignored her directly.

"It seems that it is not as difficult as I imagined... Yes, I am just a little guy who picks up waste, just a clown. Who will keep staring at me if you have nothing to do?"

Thinking of this, Feng Ling's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

As usual, I handed over the scraps I picked up and took a piece of nutritional paste. After drinking them all, the wind chime lay down on his own floor.

She recalled the license plate again, quietly took out the dagger she picked up before, and carved the license plate on the ground.

"Tomorrow, I will check this guy's identity."

Thinking of this, Fengling lay down again and closed his eyes.

The instructor did not show up. Although he had expected this result, Feng Ling still felt very disappointed.

The people who have been with her and taught her countless knowledge these days suddenly disappeared, and a huge sense of loneliness suddenly appeared in Fengling's heart.

There are obviously many floors around her, and there are many peers sleeping on it. There are 30 million people living in the space city where she lives, but Fengling feels like she is walking in the desert.

"tutor......."

That night, the wind chimes remained asleep all night.

Early the next morning, Fengchi got up on time, took a big bag and nutritious paste, left the waste recycling station, and stayed away about 2 kilometers away. Fengchi plunged into the public communication booth next to the street.

The instructor told her that the Earth Federation has a free query number. After dialing, you can query some basic social information, such as the owner of the vehicle, the identity of the owner of the house, the owner of the spacecraft, etc.

The wind chime dialed the number step by step. After a few seconds, a gentle electronic synthesizer sound came from the opposite side of the communication: "Hello, I'm happy to serve you. Please enter your ID number."

Fengling has an ID number and is handled in the welfare home. However, at this time, she did not want to report her own ID because she exposed her own traces this time.

She was prepared for this, and she still remembered the ID number of the old director of the welfare home.

After entering the ID number of the old dean, a message came from the opposite side of the communication: "Verification is passed, what information do you want to query?"

"Help me check the license plate number, the license plate number is..."

After a few seconds, the information returned. The results showed that the owner of the hover truck was Ferro, who was a sheriff in the public security office. He worked in the public security office for 15 years and currently has level 3 authority and is an elite backbone of the public security office.

"With black and white, no wonder the rat head's eyes are so bright."

Feng Ling's heart was cold. The rat head had a relationship with a public security station, and the public security station could control the Sky Eye of the Space City. This means that as long as she did not escape from the Space City, she would definitely be caught by the rat head.

"What should I do? Do I leave here? But I don't have money."

There is no penny in the wind chime pocket. Not to mention leaving Space City, it is impossible to rent a hover car.

"What to do? What to do?"

Feng Ling thought hard and suddenly felt lit up: "How could a core member of a public security office be mixed with a person like Rat Head... It must be because of interests. By the way, this guy must have accepted bribes. This guy is just an operator and cannot cover up the sky with one hand. If I find evidence of his bribery and report it to the Inspectorate, then this guy will definitely be dismissed. In this way, Rat Head will be blinded..."

Following this vein, Feng Ling's thoughts became clearer and clearer: "There must be evidence in the rat head's room, I have to find an opportunity to sneak in..."
Chapter completed!