Neither the person in the mirror nor the person outside the mirror spoke, they looked at each other quietly.
The current result cannot be changed, and this may also be the best ending.
Zhou Zhihan believed that his predecessor should have known He Ningyu's true identity by now. He was not a fool. It was impossible for a fool to come to West Point. The reason why he became a fool in the first place was because he loved too deeply.
Maybe there are some things that a fool just doesn't say and just wants to be a fool.
Maybe this ending is the best ending for a fool.
Watching the blurry figure in the mirror gradually disappear, Zhou Zhihan stayed there for a few seconds. Maybe this time, staring without saying a word, they would say goodbye forever!
Zhou Zhihan found another clean bath towel, wrapped the gold, carried it behind his back, walked into the kitchen, and turned on the gas stove again.
Then he checked again in the house, including all the places he had been, to make sure he didn't leave any traces.
Five minutes later, Zhou Zhihan came to the kitchen again. The water in the hanging pot began to boil. The boiling water overflowed and extinguished the flames. There was a "hissing" sound and a smell of gas hit him. Only then did he carry the Gold left through the back door and disappeared into the night.
Twenty minutes later, Zhou Zhihan got a bicycle and flew away amidst a burst of dog barking.
Another twenty minutes later, he was at least twenty kilometers away from Bruce Street, in the wilderness adjacent to the suburbs, and placed the gold in the bird's nest on the middle of dozens of big trees.
The nest is empty.
Judging from the surrounding environment of these big trees, this place is relatively remote. There are no crops or farms. No one has been here for a long time, and no one has come to trim the branches. There are no traces of the weeds around the trees being trampled. It is very safe here.
With his hearing and eyesight, he was definitely not being followed along the way.
Coming down from the big tree, Zhou Zhihan carefully pushed aside the grass, making sure not to leave traces of trampling on weeds around the big tree, and then left calmly.
It is still unknown where the Overseas Chinese Association in the United States is. He has to find it first before he can send these golden secrets there. The overseas Chinese will travel around the United States to buy some weapons and supplies that are urgently needed in the country and send them back to the country.
20 pounds of gold, with today's purchasing power, can definitely buy a lot of advanced weapons.
Zhou Zhihan did not ride back to the military academy in the middle of the night like his predecessor had done before. He cycled back and went to find a hotel six or seven kilometers away from Xiangshan Meiko's villa to stay overnight. Tomorrow was Sunday anyway, and he didn't want to be raped by his classmates when he returned to the dormitory. They asked long and short questions.
Once a person becomes the center of attention, it can sometimes be quite annoying.
He just wants to find a quiet room now and see what [Air Overlord] is.
【Air Overlord】
Just the name makes people's blood boil.
The Bruce Street where Miko Xiangshan is located is relatively remote, and there is basically no one on the street after seven or eight o'clock in the evening, which is very suitable for her identity.
On a street in front of Zhou Zhihan, neon lights were flashing, and there was a hotel that looked pretty good.
When staying in a hotel, the quality of the hotel is not the most important, hygiene is the key.
Although I usually don’t wash my socks or shorts, it doesn’t mean I’m not clean.
Does it mean that because I never cook, that I don’t pay attention to food hygiene?
Whether personal hygiene is clean or not has nothing to do with whether you wash your underwear and socks.
At this time, many people can still be seen on this street. There are still many people swimming around some shadowed corners, including men and women.
On this street, in addition to this nice-looking hotel, there are also some cafes and bars.
In mainstream streets like the United States, it is almost impossible to see teahouses opened by the Tang Dynasty. At this time, American nightlife is basically dominated by wine and coffee.
It turns out that Americans also had a rich nightlife in the 1920s and 1930s.
The hotel owner was a tall old American man, wearing a cowboy suit and a cowboy hat. Although he was very old, he still looked tough and imposing. When he saw Zhou Zhihan push the door open, he stood up enthusiastically.
When Zhou Zhihan saw the old cowboy standing up, his left arm was significantly closer to his ribs than his right arm. Although his movements were very subtle, they could not escape Zhou Zhihan's keen observation. This showed that the old cowboy's right armpit was There was a weapon hidden underneath, most likely a pistol.
This is normal. Almost every household in the United States has a gun. This street is very prosperous, with people from all walks of life and religions. Even the old cowboys who run hotels carry guns just in case.
I often hear American classmates in the dormitory joke that many cowboys carry three guns, a bong, a musket, and...
Then, there was a burst of silver laughter and bad laughter in the whole dormitory.
Since the system appeared and his body was completely transformed, his judgment ability has also made a qualitative leap.
Zhou Zhihan's requirements are not high. He lives on the second floor. The large room must have an ensuite. It must be quiet and no one will disturb him. The most important thing is that it must be clean and hygienic.
The old cowboy shrugged, took a key, handed it to Zhou Zhihan, spread his hand with great humor, and then pointed to the price list.
grass,
The most expensive room.
Zhou Zhihan paid the money and was about to turn around and go upstairs when the old cowboy's voice came from behind.
"Young man, it's still far from dawn. Do you want to find someone to chat and drink with?"
"Thank you! It's just because it's still far from dawn, so I can't chat and drink with you!"
Old cowboy: "?"
Zhou Zhihan turned around and said, "When you are young, you don't know how expensive it is. When you are old, you will cry when you look at Niu Kong."
The old cowboy didn't understand what this sentence meant for a while. He sat back at the counter and slowly thought about this sentence. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he suddenly realized:
"fuc...ks..."
Zhou Zhihan arrived at the second floor and walked towards his room. A brown-haired woman in her twenties, wearing a short skirt and with a strong figure had been waiting at the door for a long time. When she saw him turning the corner and walking towards the stairs, the brown-haired woman's eyes flashed. Liang, then showed a satisfied smile.
Teeth are very white.
Seeing the brown-haired woman with hips wider than shoulders, Zhou Zhihan couldn't help but feel cold in his stomach.
Although happy as a fairy.
But, horsepower costs a lot of fuel! ! !
"Sir!" The woman's smile was quite charming. She was pushing a cart with cleanly rinsed bedding. "I'm here to tidy up your room."
The posture of a woman tidying up the room is very special, especially when bending down to change the sheets, which reminded Zhou Zhihan of a popular word in China...
grass.
I forgot the words at the critical moment.
Haven't you ever experienced it when you were in school, memorizing a text by heart, but when you get to the teacher, you can't remember the beginning, and you can't hold it in for a long time?
Zhou Zhihan was very satisfied as he watched the woman lay down the clean sheets, change the clean pillowcases, and change the clean quilt covers.
Before time travel, many classmates and friends complained that hotels in China looked very clean, but in fact the beds, pillows, sheets, and bedsheets in the rooms were very poor. Someone once found a map on the bedsheets, and someone also found yellow foreign matter on the quilt. .
I once read reports that some unscrupulous tenants would wash their shorts and socks in the hotel kettle, and even boil some utensils to sterilize them. Some even spit in them, and some even wiped their hands on the pillow casually. Wipe something dirty...
After changing the bedding, the woman smiled and refused to leave, just like the heroine of this room.
Zhou Zhihan understood and tipped her two dollars.
After taking the tip, the woman didn't know whether she should leave happily. This handsome little oriental man didn't understand the charm at all.
Seeing the door being closed from the outside, Zhou Zhihan let out a sigh of relief. The aesthetic views of Easterners and Westerners are different. In the eyes of Westerners, I look a little thin. Do I have to like a plump m? of?
cut!
Zhou Zhihan had already taken a bath at Xiangshan Meiko's house. He took off his socks and let his feet breathe freely. He had just raised the pillow and lay down on the head of the bed. When he was about to turn on the system, there was a knock on the door.
Zhou Zhihan opened the door.
"gentlemen!"
Standing outside the door was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old Gu Liang, with a good figure, fair skin, a few freckles scattered on both sides of his nose, big blue eyes, and black hair.
"I've brought you boiling water, sir!"
