After drinking a good drink, Zhou Zhihan left the old cowboy's hotel. He had already borrowed it and could take it out at any time.
But how to use it, the old cowboy was curious, Sarah Palin was envious, and Candy Duff was looking forward to it.
Zhou Zhihan is generous and easy to get along with, a bit mean but not pretentious, and has the temperament of an old cowboy.
That's how people are. Two people can pee in the same pot, and everything can be said and done easily. But if two people don't have the same temperament, they don't like each other, and everything they do has to be ruined.
It was already half past eight when he left the old cowboy's place. Ten minutes later, Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle to Bruce Street and passed by the door of Villa No. 21 as if nothing had happened.
The entire Villa No. 21 was dark, and there was no cordon around the house. Electric lights were on in the houses next door. From the windows, one could see the housewives in the house cleaning housework and walking back and forth.
Zhou Zhihan had excellent eyesight, and he could see that there were no whistles in the darkness around Villa No. 21. This meant that the police had closed the case and that He Ningyu died of gas poisoning, ruling out homicide.
The most important reason why Zhou Zhihan was able to deduce that the police concluded that He Ningyu died of gas poisoning was that the neighbors on both sides of Villa No. 21 were living their normal lives as usual.
If the police suspect that He Ningyu died of homicide, for safety reasons, the police will definitely evacuate the residents of several houses near the murder house. And before the case is solved, a cordon will be put up around He Ningyu's house for at least the past two days to protect the murder scene. .
If He Ningyu died of gas poisoning, the lives of her neighbors would not be greatly affected, but if it was a murder, her neighbors would be frightened. God knows if the murderer is wandering around here.
Zhou Zhihan rode a bicycle and turned between houses. When he turned, he used his peripheral vision to make sure that no one was following him. He rode to the suburban tree where the gold was hidden, climbed the tree, took out the gold, put it in his backpack, and then Riding a bicycle, rushed towards the Overseas Chinese Association.
It's half past ten at night.
More than an hour later, Zhou Zhihan arrived near the Overseas Chinese Association and saw the association's door closed from a distance.
It was close to twelve o'clock, the shadows on both sides of the street were dark, and there were no pedestrians on the street.
In the distance or not far away, there are occasional dog barks.
At this time, in most small counties or rural areas in China, at night, if there is any movement anywhere, dogs all over the village and streets will bark.
Zhou Zhihan first observed in a dark place for four or five minutes to make sure there was no one nearby. He quietly followed the shadows left by the shops on both sides of the street and slowly approached the Chinese Association. He could not enter through the gate and had to climb more than three meters. High wall.
Climbing over a three-meter-high wall is difficult for ordinary people without a ladder, but for Zhou Zhihan, it is a piece of cake.
He had already observed during the day that there were no glass particles on the walls of the association's courtyard, and there were no wall thorns made of sharpened bamboo.
Zhou Zhihan's vision, hearing, and perception of the surrounding environment are now different from what they used to be. Any strange movement within tens of meters will definitely not escape his ears.
At this time in the United States, almost every store in Chinatown is closed after 6 or 7 pm.
Moreover, after six or seven o'clock, no customers came to the door.
Many Chinese and overseas Chinese still adhere to the living habits left by their ancestors, especially businessmen who open shops and do business. They wake up early in the morning and eat any leftovers from last night. It doesn’t matter if they have something to fill their stomachs at noon. In the evening, we cook a sumptuous dinner, and the whole family gathers together to eat and chat, having a good time.
There is another important reason. At this time, the social status of overseas Chinese in the United States was not high, and the public security in this area was not very good. Therefore, after six or seven o'clock, most shops closed early, closed the doors and windows, and did not take things lightly. Go out.
It was still late at night, and occasionally a few rays of light came out from the closed shops on both sides of the street. The entire Chinatown was deserted, without a single soul.
Zhou Zhihan's whole body's alertness was aroused. He felt that walking like this at night was a little exciting. At this moment, he felt like one of those characters in movies and TV dramas who fly over walls and walls.
He immediately thought of Hero Yan Shuangying.
I guess there are no bullets in your gun...
What I hate most is when people point guns at me...
I guess you don't dare to shoot, because you know that there is still a chance of survival if you don't shoot...
Thinking of the unparalleled lines of Master Yan, Zhou Zhihan suddenly felt very nostalgic. He chuckled softly, looked at no one on both sides, took a few steps back, ran forward, lightly jumped up with his left foot, and stepped on the wall with his right foot. He put his left hand on the wall without making any sound. He lay on the wall and listened quietly.
The yard was quiet and the house was dark.
After making sure that there was no one in the yard, Zhou Zhihan jumped into the yard softly, opened the door of the back room, and put the gold on the table, but he immediately felt that his approach was inappropriate.
The Overseas Chinese Association is a gathering place for Chinese people. Except for a few desks and chairs, a stove for boiling water, and a boiling water bottle, there is nothing valuable in the house, and thieves will not come to visit.
If you put gold on the table now, God knows who will be the first to open the door tomorrow morning and whether he will pocket the gold.
And Zhou Zhihan couldn't guard him here for one night, and it would be unrealistic to see that Huang Jin was safe and sound before leaving tomorrow.
In the face of huge wealth, people's hearts are unpredictable, and human nature is inherently greedy. When the amount of wealth exceeds a person's bottom line of public morality, public morality will fail in the face of greed.
Zhou Zhihan felt that his previous ideas were too naive. This may have something to do with reading too many martial arts novels in the past. When the heroes who robbed the rich and gave to the poor put gold and silver on the doorsteps of poor people, they never thought about whether they would be passed by. People saw him and took him away.
Zhou Zhihan smiled hoarsely, he was indeed careless. From the current point of view, it is very inappropriate to leave the gold here like this.
This gold is crucial to whether the 11 P26 fighter jets can be transported back to the country as soon as possible.
At this moment, Zhou Zhihan actually felt that the gold was starting to become hot to his hands.
You can't just put the gold here for fear of losing it.
I sent it here during the day, but I was worried about being discovered by others.
Zhou Zhihan struggled for a few seconds, but decided to take the gold away and send it over at an opportunity.
Yes, wait until the Chinese and overseas Chinese get together again and send it over during the day. Find a half-year-old child, give him a few dollars, wrap the gold like a book, attach a donation note inside, and let the child send it in, in full view of everyone. Open it and you'll be safe.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zhihan put the gold back into his bag and carried it on his back. After listening for a while, there was no movement outside. He climbed up the wall and lay still for a while. After a while, he was about to climb over the wall. Suddenly, he I heard a few very light footsteps more than 20 meters away, walking towards this direction.
Zhou Zhihan lay still on the wall. As long as someone came this way, he could quietly enter the courtyard wall at any time and leave from the other side of the courtyard.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then three figures walked this way along the shadows of the shops on both sides. When they reached the three-way intersection, they stood quietly in the shadows. After a few minutes, they walked northwest along the intersection.
Looking at the backs of these three people, Zhou Zhihan recognized them as the three Japanese students he met at the Old Cowboy Hotel this afternoon.
At this time, what do these three Japanese students want to do when they come to Chinatown?
If these three people only looked at their appearance and didn't speak, you wouldn't be able to tell that they were Japanese.
Zhou Zhihan lightly jumped off the wall and followed him from a distance.
Suddenly, the three people in front disappeared in front of a small building.
Zhou Zhihan followed quietly and looked at the small building. He took a breath of air and was annoyed at his lack of experience.
Because this small building is the small restaurant where he drank with Huang Xinrui and Huang Panyang today.
Suddenly, the face of the restaurant owner with a patriotic heart appeared in front of Zhou Zhihan's eyes.
