Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 561 - 558 Long-Lost Spot Reservation Segment

As the title suggests, the new chapter isn’t ready yet; I’m just staking a claim.

I’ll have it corrected by 00:30.

"Thank you for your purchase of 5,600 yuan, welcome back next time!"

In the supermarket, the sweet-voiced cashier smiled with squinted eyes at Bi Fang who was bagging his items.

Bi Fang nodded and rushed out with two large bags in hand.

Since he didn’t have enough specialized surveillance equipment, Bi Fang needed to make a batch himself and therefore came to the supermarket to buy a large amount of milk and vinegar, as well as some snacks.

Does something feel off?

If Bi Fang was live streaming at the moment, surely a lot of viewers would have commented just like this, simply because what Bi Fang bought was too ordinary.

Are you sure you’re not just stocking up on daily necessities?

Except for the excessive quantity of milk, which didn’t seem like something one could finish during a trip, the rest of it—a bottle of vinegar, well, perhaps Old Fang liked sour flavors, and the remaining items like chips, soda, biscuits, jelly...

Anyone seeing these goods wouldn’t think they could be used to make anything special; they completely looked like the survival essentials of a home-bound comfort-lover.

Could it be that the rugged outdoorsman was actually a happy homebody?

Of course not.

Bi Fang dumped all the items he had bought onto the hotel sofa, took out a small basin, and poured all the milk into it after opening the lid.

He had only two targets for his supermarket trip.

Milk and vinegar.

Cameras are everywhere—one must always assume that one’s actions are being recorded.

Bi Fang remembered this rule of conduct and normalized all his behavior.

The rest of the snacks were merely to hide the existence of these two items to avoid arousing suspicion due to their evident purpose.

Of course, to the average person, milk and vinegar wouldn’t suggest anything, but for someone like Bi Fang, exercising caution was paramount. To his eyes, they were the best materials for making disguise tools.

Milky white foam rose slightly on the surface of the milk as Bi Fang poured about a litre of it into the container.

He tapped the edge of the container with chopsticks to disperse the foam, then brought it to the microwave in the room. After flipping through the microwave power instruction table and making adjustments, he set the timer for five minutes of heating.

In higher-end hotel suites, furniture and appliances are all readily available, and some even have private kitchens.

Five minutes later, Bi Fang took out the warm but not yet boiling milk, which had already formed a thin layer of "milk skin" on top.

Opening the bottle of vinegar, Bi Fang grabbed a stainless steel soup spoon and began adding eight spoonfuls of vinegar into the container of milk while puncturing the milk skin and continuously stirring.

After the mixture was complete, a large amount of flocculent sediment twisted around the handle of the spoon.

He scooped up the sediment, lifted it to eye level with the spoon handle, and pinched the flocculent matter—it was tacky but didn’t break.

Just right.

This was what Bi Fang was looking for.

Protein.

To conceal valuable data, keys, or surveillance equipment like cameras and microphones, one only needed two common kitchen ingredients: milk and vinegar.

After heating and filtering, the casein in milk would solidify into a gel-like plastic substance, which, when mixed, could be shaped into any form and, after drying, could achieve a clay-like consistency.

This versatile substance could be molded, colored, and made to imitate the shape of rocks, bricks, logs, or anything else, making it an ideal choice for intelligence drop points and highly suitable for disguising valuable items or surveillance equipment in specific environments.

The only point to note is that during the heating of the milk, it must not be brought to a boil, otherwise, what’s obtained is not filamentous matter, but flocculent matter.

In high school biology, isolating DNA proteins essentially uses the same method.

Bi Fang took out a spare short-sleeve shirt, placed it beneath the container, and poured into the sink, filtering out the filamentous mixture.

In actual operation, five hundred grams, a jin of milk, could be used to make a "milk plastic ball" the size of an egg, capable of hiding a miniature camera.

Having the camouflage was not enough; a camera and microphone were also needed.

These also presented no difficulty to Bi Fang.

When he was on a mission before, he had considered the possibility of not being able to carry too much equipment, so he had Richard and the others buy a considerable number of baby monitors.

Any computer mall or large supermarket would have them, needing only simple modifications to become covert cameras.

Bi Fang just needed the components inside, the not-small casings were all discarded.

He dismantled the components—the transmitter, battery pack, and camera lens, but did not cut the wires connecting the components.

He then inserted a toothpick into the camera lens, stuck the freshly obtained "special plastic" onto the lens, and molded the "plastic" around the lens into the shape of a rock.

At the time, one would simply pull out the toothpick, the original position of the toothpick would leave behind a pinhole that’s not easily detectable, and the camera would be able to monitor through the small hole.

Bi Fang poured out some vinegar, mixed in the right amount of milk and stirred, the color quickly turned to brownish grey; this was the "paint" for dyeing.

Painting the rock a neutral color or depicting the unique textures of the landscape outside the target house, placing the transmitter and battery pack into a waterproof sealed bag, and then connecting it up with the "rock".

At the time, this part would be buried in the ground, it didn’t need to be too deep, too deep would lead to signal transmission failure, finally setting up the camera to capture the desired image.

To ensure that the camera’s "view" was in the right position, Bi Fang did not remove the toothpick until the very last moment, and used the angle of the toothpick to measure the field of view.

A lens like this had a very small chance of being discovered.

Even if it were discovered, if it was dismantled, the exposed wires, in the eyes of ordinary people, were nothing more than a discarded item, blown and weathered and buried.

During installation, one could also spray adhesive on the rocky lens and cover it with soil collected from the scene as another layer of camouflage, it was almost foolproof.

Besides, a microphone was still needed.

Hiding a sound-activated recording device in the target room or car was relatively simple, but without amplification equipment, it’s unlikely to gather effective intelligence.

A complete surveillance system needed a microphone to amplify the sound.

Lacking specialized tools, one could also convert a cellphone, audio jack, and headphones into an effective listening device.

The difference between the two is extremely simple, their functions are exactly opposite.

Bi Fang took apart headphones bought from a cheap general store, exposing two conspicuous wires, one red positive wire, and another black negative wire.

Simply reversing the polarity of the two wires could change the function of the device.

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A microphone and a speaker are essentially the same instrument; any speaker—from the earbuds on headphones to the stereo system in a TV—could be turned into a microphone within minutes.

The speaker converts electronic signals into sound, whereas the microphone turns sound into electronical signals that can be processed and amplified.

Bi Fang cut off the output end of the speaker wire, connected it to an audio jack, and plugged the audio port into the camera equipment he had just made.

All small recording devices could essentially be used this way, but a cell phone set to silent and programmed to auto-answer had two additional advantages.

It could capture intelligence in real-time and did not require taking the risk of returning to the target’s location to retrieve the device.

Such eavesdropping device installation techniques were highly versatile.

It’s a pity Bi Fang didn’t have that many cell phones.

Bi Fang had also taught Richard and the others to fit one to their own cars, so they wouldn’t be unaware if someone sneaked in.

It only required disabling any one of the car’s rear speakers and plugging its wires into a recorder or phone to assemble vehicle surveillance equipment.

In public places, the earbuds hanging and swaying from the pocket of an overcoat could serve as a clandestine intelligence-gathering station.

Sound, image, disguise—all in place, and in just one hour, Bi Fang had once again produced a batch of surveillance equipment ready for use.

He shouldered his backpack, for there was more work to be done today.

Night.

Bi Fang, along with Mandy and Keke, once again came to Dolphin Bay.

Though they had followed Bi Fang’s advice and changed hotels, it was still no challenge for Bi Fang, even easier this time, because the new hotel had balconies instead of glass curtain walls.

Right under the watchful eyes of the guards, Bi Fang led the two of them out.

Perhaps it was because the dolphin season was nearing, Dolphin Bay was more crowded tonight.

There were also large piles of firewood on the beach, looking like there would be a grand bonfire celebration the following night.

The mission duration was much longer than Bi Fang had anticipated; surveying the terrain, planning, patient observation,

"Did you see the two groups that just came through the tunnel?" Bi Fang asked Mandy and Keke, tilting his head.

The two nodded, indicating they too had seen them, and it was a very bad sign.

As soon as those two groups had come down the mountain, they ran back up, constantly shaking their flashlights, moving rapidly and scouring the entire forest.

They wanted to set off early and get to work.

Richard told Bi Fang that when they first came to Japan, they had also encountered these people; they would carefully examine broken branches.

Usually, they would go up the mountain to inspect only when there were dolphins in Dolphin Bay, aiming to find out if anyone was tracking and filming.

Bi Fang had already encountered dolphins the previous night; everything was inevitable.

The focus of Dolphin Bay was on its right side, but Bi Fang and his team had placed their equipment on the left side the previous night, which was easier for entering the water and observing.

Today, Bi Fang had placed most of the equipment in the open view of the trees, the observation point was higher, and everything was in clear sight from top to bottom.

Mandy was wearing an infrared camera on her head as well, to brace for someone suddenly appearing.

Not only that, but they also had professional underwater divers responsible for underwater inspections, making a carpet-like search beneath the water; Bi Fang didn’t want them to discover those devices.

Underwater sound detection equipment, underwater cameras, underwater infrared devices—these were all the result of their hard work over an entire night; Bi Fang and Richard needed to understand everything that happened here, they needed a full-spectrum, three-dimensional experience.

They wanted to hear every sound made by the dolphins as well as every word spoken by the fishermen; Bi Fang’s efforts were not solely to expose the slaughter but also to document something that could change people’s hearts.

Last weekend, the long and sorrowful moans of the humpback whales echoed through London’s Trafalgar Square, a great sadness burst forth, pouring out like cold torrents, overwhelming the square, covering everyone present.

Thousands of protesters demanded a halt to the killing of whale species.

In the 1960s, the IWC Organization turned a blind eye to the slaughter of whales.

Until one man appeared—Roger Payne.

Not some character from an anime, but a real-life hero.

He started this whale rescue campaign, the method was to make public the songs of these animals to the whole world, the impact was profound and terrifying.

Anyone who had heard the sorrowful cries of the whales could deeply feel the violent sorrow contained within them, like a volcanic eruption.

Now, this protest movement had begun again, and the participants were determined to change the status quo, because the number of whale slaughters was rising again, and a new leader had to take charge.

Roger Payne was already over seventy years old, yet people like him.

Were few and far between.

Tonight was destined to be a tough night.

"Take this." Bi Fang handed each person a note with a string of numbers.

"What is this?"

"The Huaxia Embassy’s phone number, save it, and keep the note on you too. If you encounter any danger or get caught, contact me first, the second is this number."

"Oh, there’s no need, we have Ugly Country..."

"Trust me, take it. It’s more reliable. Just in case, remember to stuff the phone in your sock. And, I told you to prepare more than two phones each, did you?" Bi Fang folded the slip of paper and tucked it into their collars.

All these precautions were to prevent potential troubles. If they were captured, they would certainly be searched. One phone was to be placed conspicuously for the "discovery."

Another phone had to be hidden close to the body, so two or more were necessary.

Sometimes sheer concealment is ineffective; you must make the enemy believe they have achieved their goal. That’s the best form of hiding.

Lure the enemy in the wrong direction, misdirect their focus, it’s all the same idea.

"Oh, alright, I hope I’ll never have to use it." They sincerely accepted the notes.

Having done all this, the three turned and entered the forest, completely ignoring the no trespassing sign.

Regrettably, Bi Fang’s knowledge was lacking, and he thought the yellow sign simply said.

"Welcome to Taiji Town."

...

In the early hours, the three evaded the searching villagers, and just as they were heading down the mountain, a beam of bright light suddenly flashed in Keke’s eyes.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he froze as if he were a frog.

Bi Fang reacted swiftly, grabbing Keke by the collar and yanking him back, hiding his silhouette against a tree.

"Is someone there? Who’s there?"

Seeming to sense something amiss, the villager shouted.

Keke swallowed hard, his heart pounding fiercely, temples throbbing.

"It’s over, I didn’t see it." Mandy muttered quietly, licking her lips.

The moment the villager ran out, she happened to be looking elsewhere; the infrared vision missed it completely.

Bi Fang crouched down, picked up a stone from the ground, and after weighing it, hurled it to the other side.

The stone flew across their line of sight, striking leaves and making a noise, quickly attracting the other party’s attention, followed by shouting, the light dissipated.

"Are they gone?"

Keke swallowed, his forehead wet with sweat, looking as if he had been pulled out of water.

The patrolling villagers all had sickles at their waists. What they’d face if caught by them goes without saying.

After about five or six minutes, Bi Fang nodded: "They should be gone."

But just as the three thought everything was over.

Back at the hotel, Richard and the others faced a sudden attack.