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Chapter 745: Chapter 742: My Plan Is to Have No Plan

Every contact leaves a trace.

This statement by Edmond Locard, the father of forensic science, is revered by countless criminal investigation experts as a profound truth.

Perhaps in the eyes of a servant, the world is so vast, finding a place to hide wouldn’t be difficult, just turn off the cell phone and play missing, but in modern society, this move is absolutely impossible.

Your every phone call, each transaction from your bank account, every photo you share on social media, is quietly revealing your information.

Who you are, where you are, what you are doing, and who you know.

These are merely past information, but beyond that, hunters have ways to grasp the present.

Just in Los Angeles alone, there are over tens of thousands of real-time surveillance cameras.

Not just the present, the future cannot be avoided either.

Through personality profiling, residential searches, and comprehensive analysis of your life traces, it seems like a futile attempt to mend the pen after the sheep have escaped, but in fact, these have already foreshadowed your next move.

People often describe high school life as a straight line between “dormitory—classroom—cafeteria,” and that is a statistical analysis of life’s trajectory.

Perhaps a fugitive will occasionally deviate from this trajectory, but as long as you lie in wait along these three points, you will catch them sooner or later.

And everything is inseparable from—intelligence.

Teresa crossed her legs and flipped open her notebook, “First, we need to review the fugitive’s circle of friends and relatives to determine who they might contact when they want to flee.”

“I apologize.” Emily raised her hand, “For these two in Los Angeles, or rather, the entire Ugly Country, they don’t seem to have any friends or relatives.”

“Not necessarily, but indeed, we can redirect our focus. How about we start from their spending records? In order to flee over a long distance, transportation is essential; otherwise, we can now narrow down the search area.”

“Excellent, I’d like to hand over the cell phone, computer, and social media information to the tactical team so they can quickly relay it to the ground forces.”

During the discussion, everyone sprang into action, rapidly initiating investigative work.

From the personal history of the two individuals to their data records, and their recent activity range, two field agents were also dispatched in advance to conduct a site search at the last known locations of Bi Fang and Yao Jun.

Time rewinds to one hour earlier.

After the photographer announced the start of the game, Bi Fang wiped his mouth with a napkin, took the elevator back to his room with Yao Jun, and the photographer followed closely behind. He was well aware of who his subjects were and that they were definitely the most exciting part of the entire show, so he didn’t dare miss a single shot.

“Is it really okay to take the elevator?” Yao Jun, looking at the surveillance camera in the top left corner of the elevator, asked in amazement.

“You can choose to take the stairs.”

“Emmm, elevator it is.”

“You see, problem solved.” As the elevator doors opened, Bi Fang swiped his card to enter the room, turned around, and said, “Get back to the room, pack up within five minutes.”

“Yes sir!”

Both were staying at the hotel; aside from a change of clothes, there wasn’t much to take, and when Yao Jun was ready and left the room, Bi Fang casually turned on the service light for cleaning and left a note.

Yao Jun glanced at it and discovered that the message essentially meant that any unclaimed items would belong to the finder.

“Brilliant!”

With no time to pay attention to Yao Jun’s flattery, Bi Fang quickly headed to the hotel lobby and handed his phone and various electronic devices to the lobby manager, asking him to keep them for a month.

The lobby manager knew who Bi Fang was and what he was about to do, and agreed with a smile.

“To get rid of tracking, you definitely can’t carry any electronic devices, but destroying or ditching them is too much of a hassle, and you would have to buy a new phone for notes. It’s better to entrust them to the manager for safekeeping. As for the information inside, if the Hunters want to look, let them,” Bi Fang said as he operated the machine, explaining as he went along.

Bi Fang, accompanied by Yao Jun, exited the hotel and quickly found a row of ATMs nearby, where he withdrew his One Hundred Ugly Gold.

Although there was a total of Five Hundred Ugly Gold in the account, one could only make a withdrawal once every twenty-four hours, and the maximum amount per withdrawal was One Hundred Ugly Dollars.

“The bank card is registered in my name, which means every withdrawal is a voluntary exposure of my geographical location. But by taking out One Hundred right at the starting point, it’s like reducing the chances of being discovered one time,” Bi Fang explained while operating the ATM.

“Escaping in Ugly Country actually has quite a few unique advantages. For example, any supermarket sells prepaid cards. They are basically anonymous bank cards, and the receipt from the supermarket won’t show the card number of the purchased card, effectively cutting off a major clue almost instantly.”

“Of course, this is of no use to us because, after the game starts, the only money we can use is the bank card provided by the game show.”

“Second, there are almost no compulsory real-name identities required here. Taking long-distance trains or buses and staying in hotels can be done completely without an ID. This means buying a cross-state train ticket and then getting off at any stop can easily buy us several days, and we could even stay at a hotel.”

“Third, there is indeed a strong culture of hitchhiking here. We could seek help from strangers all along the way, continually catching short rides. Using the internet can be done at FedEx stores, just pay a little money, and it’s like completely avoiding people you know.”

The ATM in Ugly Country operated slightly differently, and it took Bi Fang a little time to withdraw the money.

The sound of bills being counted could be heard from inside the machine. To the uninformed, it might seem like Bi Fang was withdrawing a large sum of money; however, in the end, the machine only spat out five twenty-dollar bills.

“The highest denomination for Ugly Gold is One Hundred, but the most commonly used is Twenty Dollars, so that’s what the ATM dispenses,” Bi Fang explained as he neatly folded the bills and put them in his pocket. Twenty minutes had passed since they began, and while the process was systematic, it was not rushed.

After all, this was just a game of cat and mouse.

The contestants weren’t actual fugitives; they didn’t have the rights of fugitives but still had to fulfill the duties of one.

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Real fugitives would be committing theft or robbery while on the run to sustain themselves, whereas contestants weren’t allowed to engage in any criminal acts.

Besides, in real life, it’s unlikely that a fugitive wouldn’t withdraw all their cash in one go before fleeing; at least they wouldn’t be forced to show their face at the bank every day due to a lack of funds.

“Since we’re still at the starting point, there’s no need for any disguises. Two Asians are already pretty conspicuous. Wearing masks and sunglasses would just make us look more suspicious.”

Bi Fang checked the time, noting there was still over half an hour left. There was plenty of time. He counted the bills and pondered his next move.

Yao Jun, who had been obediently following Bi Fang, watched the seconds tick by, feeling a bit anxious: “Are you waiting for a taxi?”

“No, I haven’t decided what to do next.”

“You didn’t plan ahead!?” Yao Jun was shocked.

“How can there be a plan for something ‘suddenly’ becoming a fugitive?”