Chapter 1671 Port
On March 1, 2013, at the Port of Chicago, dark clouds rolled over the moon, and there was a strong wind, but no rain.
The sea water kept hitting the port, and the air was filled with a fishy smell. The light of the lighthouse shone on the coast of the port. Countless factories had already closed their iron gates, and the only sound in the entire port was the sound of the tide and the wind.
A beam of snow-white light cut through the darkness like a sharp sword, and the person holding it seemed to hold the power of life and death in this port at night.
With a sneeze, a patrol guard with a flashlight slowly walked out of the darkness in the distance. He yawned, holding the flashlight in his hand, and boredly inspected whether the warehouse door of each factory was locked, guarding against any blind guy sneaking in to make some extra money or something.
When the flashlight was waving around, the guard who had originally wanted to turn around and end the patrol early and go back to sleep suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow on the dock not far away. The flashlight cast the black shadow on the sea, which was huge, like a blood-thirsty bat!
In an instant, the guard's goosebumps rose. He switched the flashlight to his left hand, and his right hand pressed on the pistol on his waist. He approached the dock and was shocked to find that it was really a figure.
On the dock near the coast, in the darkness where the moonlight could not reach, a person stood quietly on the cable pole at the edge of the dock. The sea breeze blew his shawl tightly against his body, and the white pompom on the hem of his clothes swayed in the wind.
In the sound of the sea breeze, the guard even heard a tiny bit of gnawing in the wind. He would not be wrong. It was clearly the sound of teeth peeling flesh and blood from bones and lips sucking!
"Who is it! Hold your head with both hands! Turn around slowly!" The guard turned his fear into anger, and shouted and drew his gun to point at the back of the figure. The flashlight was also placed under the gun and aimed at the back of the figure who was facing away from him and constantly lowering his head to gnaw on something!
As the light of the flashlight focused, the person squatting on the cable pole suddenly paused and raised his head slightly.
The guard slowly adjusted the angle, and finally saw clearly that the man squatting on the cable column was a young man, or even a big boy, facing the black sea, with molten red eyes that were lofty and lonely. In his hand, he held a box of grilled ribs, authentic American style, with tin foil padding in the takeaway box full of light yellow oil, the meat inside was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and every bite could overflow with full juice.
"Uh." The guard was stunned.
"." The big boy holding the grilled ribs looked at the flashlight and gun muzzle pointed at him, paused for a moment, and then continued to eat until the meat on it was eaten cleanly, and then spit the bones into the sea.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The guard looked at this guy with a twitching expression and asked a soul-searching question.
"Eating."
"I'm fucking asking you, why are you eating at the dock at the port at this time in the middle of the night?!" The guard took a deep breath and yelled at this young man who was either a psychopath or a complete idiot.
"Because I'm hungry." The other party answered, and at the same time looked up and down at the guard, "It's so late, why are there still people patrolling? I thought you had already finished your shift."
"Thanks to you guys who are so troublesome, I can't finish my shift!" The guard smiled but didn't put down the gun, still pointing it at the young man who looked harmless, but there was no guarantee that there was a gun hidden in his shawl - this is Chicago, the city of sin, where if you lose your focus, you will have more holes on your body.
"Are you alone? Don't you have any companions to patrol together?" The guy squatting on the cable column asked casually.
What kind of tone is this? The guard found that this guy didn't seem to be afraid at all when he was pointed at with a gun, and what kind of question was he asking?
"Put down what you have on your hand first! Put your hands over your head and put them where I can see clearly - do you have any weapons on you?" The guard shouted sternly, trying to make himself look more serious and intimidate this big boy who seemed to be out of his mind.
The guy on the cable column was about to answer something, but suddenly he turned his head and looked at the sea as if he noticed something. The guard also looked over subconsciously, and then found that a bright yellow light began to flash in the distance on the dark sea, flashing rhythmically at a frequency towards the dock.
"Finally here." He heard the guy squatting on the cable column whispered.
The guard's mind immediately reacted with a buzz, and he might be in big trouble.
This is a cargo ship smuggling contraband! The guy in front of him is the contact person at the dock, and the light on the sea is the cargo ship loaded with contraband to confirm whether it is safe! Usually, such cargo ships either carry illegally trafficked people, drugs or arms!
Then he saw the big boy's hand reached under his black wool shawl and touched something with a very dangerous shape. He was almost shocked and shot without hesitation!
Three consecutive gunshots, but when he reacted, the figure on the cable column had disappeared! All he could see was the empty black sea and the dock!
"What—" Before the guard could react, his neck was suddenly hooked by a hand, his carotid artery was compressed, and his brain was not getting enough blood. In just three or four seconds, his eyes went dark and he passed out, and the gun in his hand fell on the wooden board of the dock.
Letting go of his hand, the elusive figure behind the guard kicked the gun into the sea, then continued to take out the portable flashlight from his shawl, and started signaling frequently in the far direction of the sea.
···-··-·(safe), the meaning of safety in Morse code.
After receiving the message from Lin Nian, the ship in the distance stopped flashing its lights and then slowly sailed towards the dock.
After glancing at the guard lying on the dock, the figure squatted back on the cable post again, placed the ribs dragged in front of him with his left hand and continued to chew the ribs. If the guard was still awake at this time, he would really complain after seeing this scene that this guy was really a starving ghost reincarnated. He was pointed at a gun and fired without losing the damn barbecue ribs!
There was no way Lin Nian was always so hungry late at night.
When the time comes, he feels a little irritable and depressed without eating anything. A box of grilled ribs with thick Orleans sauce may be able to relieve his depression a little.
Few people in Kassel College know that Lin Nian's sleep has been very ordinary since a long time ago. Every time he falls asleep for no more than three hours, he will wake up from his dream - he wakes up from hunger.
It seems that since the construction of the stomach organ, his body's metabolic rate has reached a terrifying level. Even if Yelena has reduced the power of these gospels to the minimum due to normal human intervention, it is still an astonishing consumption.
Three hours is the time standard for Lin Nian to be hungry on a regular basis. No matter how he eats, he will feel hungry after three hours, and then he will think about something to eat non-stop.
Fortunately, when he was at the Lion Heart Club, the cafeteria had a chef on 24-hour shift. He could call the restaurant and order a takeaway at any time. Of course, most of the time, Su Xiaoqiang was woken up by the sound of him getting up - her sleep was not much better than Lin Nian's, and after being woken up, she would take the initiative to serve Lin Nian a plate of dumplings or handmade snacks. (The quick-frozen dumplings and dumplings were made by Mother Su herself, sealed and then airlifted to Kassel College).
But tonight Lin Nian left the academy carrying his girlfriend on his back. Before going to bed at night, he took his girlfriend to a hot spring, then did a full-body SPA to relax, and then carefully selected sleep aids for drinks. He bought hot milk and lit lavender incense in the room, and then he had a good time before falling asleep. After making sure that there was no doubt, he waited until the other party fell asleep before sneaking out.
Without his girlfriend's love dumplings to eat, and his school's late-night snack delivery spot, he could only search all over Chicago for a 24-hour barbecue restaurant, and finally found one in River North that offered a late-night menu. BBQ restaurant. When he went there, it happened to be a minute before the barbecue restaurant closed. As soon as he walked into the store, he heard the man in the kitchen slamming the grill and yelling. He hoped he didn't spit on his barbecued ribs.
Normally, such a sneaky and sneaky behavior does not seem like Lin Nian's behavior. However, what he did tonight did have to go behind everyone's back, because this product was truly an illegal trade, even if it was placed on the card. The school rules of Sayre College are full of bad things that are enough to get him expelled - for God's sake, he is still a member of the disciplinary committee, so he knows the law and breaks the law, so the crime is increased.
But it doesn't matter. According to a certain senior in the school, only mediocre people will abide by school rules. The real elites find ways to override the rules. This sentence sounds very philosophical at first, but considering that when the senior said this, he was using the camera of the dark indoor swimming pool, trying to steal the swimming test video of the freshman female student, the entire previous paragraph collapsed in half. .
The medium-sized cargo ship docked at the pier. Due to the strong wind and waves, the deck was bumpy. The people standing on it were holding on to the cables and had trouble aiming at the cable posts. However, Lin Nian on the pier just waved and told him to just throw it away.
The cable loop was thrown over, dragging the rib box with his left hand. Lin Nian grabbed the cable with his right hand and pulled hard. The cable, which was as thick as his whole arm, was directly tightened. The heavy cargo ship connected to it was even on the edge of the dock. It tilted a little towards the land, and then put the cable on the cable column to complete the landing.
The cargo ship stopped and lowered the ladder, and a man climbed down from it. He jumped onto the dock and walked towards Lin Nian. He raised his hand and greeted happily, "Wow, we meet again! My mysterious and reliable Chinese friend! Huh? Who is this? You Killed?"
As soon as he came over, the man noticed the guard lying on the edge of the dock. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "It seems that something unexpected happened here. Do you need me to help you get rid of the body? Just throw it on the deck of our ship." Once it reaches a certain depth of the sea, throw it down and feed it to the fish, ensuring that all traces of the corpse are destroyed.”