马珂直接把车停到城际酒店楼下的地下停车场,然后步行穿过马路,来到对面的广场西路上。广场西路呈南北走向,两边有不少的酒肆和茶楼。虽然正午已过,但仍有不少客人三三两两从饭店里走出来。马珂有意识地低下脑袋,双手插在外套口袋里,快步地走在人行道上。见有人不时地迎面走过,他抬起手把棒球帽往下压了压,好像生怕遇到什么熟人似的。他注意到马路边上有不少停车位都空着,嘴里便切的一声,用方才那只手顺势做了个用意不明的手势。不料,他的这个 Marc directly to the inter-city hotel downstairs underground parking lot, and then walked across the road, to the west side of the square on the road. Square West Road was north-south, there are many restaurants and restaurants on both sides. Although noon has passed, but there are still many guests come out from the hotel in twos and threes. Marcus consciously lowered his head, his hands in the jacket pocket, walked on the sidewalk. See someone walking from time to time, he raised his hand to pressure down the baseball cap, as if afraid of what acquaintances encountered like. He noticed a lot of parking spaces on the roadside were empty, his mouth cut, the only hand that had just made a hand gesture of unknown intention. Unexpectedly, this one of him