This actually worked out perfectly—he could slip through unnoticed.
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On the streets of the small town in Central Plains County, the Green-faced Evil Spirit, familiar with the way, led the Big Head Ghost through side alleys, avoiding major intersections and important spots, winding their way forward with twists and turns.
This minimized the chances of getting caught on camera.
The Scorching Sun Department had a tight budget, their resources were even more limited—there was no way they could swap out every camera for special ones.
Even if they tried, it wouldn't happen overnight.
The Green-faced Evil Spirit and the Big Head Ghost evaded specialized surveillance and nighttime patrol cars as they went, spending a long time sneaking toward the residential area.
The Big Head Ghost was getting impatient, but the Green-faced Evil Spirit looked warier than ever.
These days, even in a small town like this, patrols had grown three or four times heavier than a month ago.
