While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 645 Returning home in a hurry
As the heavy suitcase was opened, the originally soft and bright room was suddenly coated with a light golden yellow!
"I'll go! Pure gold!"

Song He exclaimed, the eyes behind the mask widened, and a golden light was reflected in the pupils.

I saw a pair of mahjong made of pure gold neatly stacked in the large open suitcase, and two heavy dice were inlaid with diamonds of different sizes on six sides for counting.

"Vulgar! So vulgar! Very vulgar! Extremely vulgar!"

Song He sucked his teeth dryly, and squeezed out a disdainful but trembling comment from his teeth. He was glad that he put on the mask in advance, otherwise his current expression would definitely be enough for a mixed-race man to laugh for a long time of.

Picking up a mahjong, feeling the unique touch of its frosted surface, Song He resisted the urge to learn the plots of film and television dramas and put it into his mouth to bite twice. An inexplicable thought arose in his heart: this thing is dead and dead. , it's still soft, I'm afraid it will be bumpy after shuffling the cards...

Breathing to regain his composure, Song He's eyes fell on the envelope beside him as he shook off the out of tune thoughts in his mind.

Opening the envelope, the tough and beautiful font of the mixed-race man reappeared with the unfolding of the letter paper. Song He felt as if he was sitting opposite him with just a few words.

The mixed-race man's tone in the letter was casual, like gossip, occasionally talking about Uncle Zhong and Daniel, which caused Song He to fall into memories.

At the end of the letter, the mixed-race man mentioned that the golden mahjong was specially made for Song He so that he could use it to show off, and then he said that he looked forward to the next gift and it was over.

After reading the letter, Song He laughed, knowing that although he didn't talk about the mask from the beginning to the end, but from the extremely clear hand-made traces and obvious production style on the mask, he could see that this suit was quite suitable for him. The masks are handmade by mixed-race men.

"If you send a mask, you can buy it back as a free mask, and it comes with a pair of golden mahjong." Song He looked at the shining golden mahjong in the suitcase with some confusion, and his toothache was endless.

In Song He's view, this thing cannot be seen by anyone 100%, so it is destined not to be used to show off, but to lie in the storage ring and eat ashes.

No, there is no ashes in the storage ring, so I don't even have to eat ashes...

Shaking his head and laughing, Song He glanced at the surveillance camera, reached out his hand to take it out of his pocket, and magically took out a pen and paper and began to write a reply.

After 10 minutes, the letter was finished, and Song He conjured up another envelope, sealed the letter and put it aside.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the paper again, and drew after a little memory.

After about an hour, three realistic paintings came alive on the paper.

Song He looked at the painting as if the scene was reappearing in satisfaction, took off the mask, gave an incomparable smile, and then put the letter and painting into the small suitcase where the mask had been placed and locked it.

Since he intentionally kept the content from the surveillance cameras while writing letters and paintings, Song He was sure that the mixed-race man would be tortured by curiosity before he got the small suitcase.

Thinking of this, Song He let out a sigh of relief, only feeling that the depression caused by the mixed-race man's puzzles in the past few days has completely dissipated.

Song He, who regained his inner relaxation, stretched his neck, looked around the room, and seeing nothing else, he put the mask into the large suitcase containing the mixed-race man's letters and golden mahjong, and Shi Shiran left the apartment.

Twenty hours later, in a room somewhere, the mixed-race man who had watched Song He's every move in the Sangguo apartment in real time, took the small suitcase from Uncle Zhong with an itchy heart.

pat!

Unable to wait to open the small suitcase, the first thing the mixed-race man saw were three realistic paintings drawn on A4 paper.

Picking up the paper and looking at it carefully, the half-race man suddenly smiled.

The first picture shows a brightly lit hall with a blurred background. There are two young people sitting at each end of a long table. One of them is a mixed-race man in high spirits, and the other is Song He, who is laughing happily.

As for Uncle Zhong, who was in charge of dealing the cards, he looked at the mixed-race man with a smile and a kind expression on his face.

The second painting is a scene of Song Heshen playing mahjong with a mixed-race man, Uncle Zhong and Daniel when he was in Calgary.

In the painting, Song He glanced sideways at Daniel, and while Daniel was covering Song He's sight with his palm, his eyes, like the loyal uncle with a happy smile, fell on the mixed-race man who was full of interest and counting cards.

"The painting is really good. Don't think about it, this one is about Aocheng." The mixed-race man laughed, and the third painting was revealed immediately.

I saw that the painting was still the four people in the second painting, but this time it perfectly reproduced the moment when the mixed-race man pressed the button of the toy with full anticipation before watching the fireworks show.

In the painting, the mixed-race man in the center puts his hand on the button of the toy, and his expectant smile is vividly portrayed by Song He.

Around him, Uncle Zhong had a benevolent expression and loving eyes, Song He was sitting casually with a mysterious smile, and Daniel was slightly naive with a concerned face, all of which coincided with the scenes in the memory of the mixed-race man.

In an instant, the mixed-race man seemed to have returned to the day when he watched the fireworks show. In his mind, there were always dazzling constellation fireworks blooming in the night sky, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider.

After a while, the mixed-race man who woke up from his memory chuckled, and passed the drawing paper in his hand to his side: "Uncle Zhong, put it away."

"Don't worry, Master Wei." Uncle Zhong, who was always by the side of the mixed-race man, naturally saw Song He's paintings, marveled at Song He's solid skills, and carefully put the three paintings back into the small suitcase.

The mixed-race man immediately opened Song He's letter, which was also a gossip, and the words in the letter were free and easy, as if Song He had said it himself.

After a while, he handed the letter to Uncle Zhong, and the mixed-race man looked out of the window in a happy mood: "Uncle Zhong, I'm hungry, let's get some food."

"It will be ready soon, Master Wei." The crow's feet in the corners of Uncle Zhong's eyes wrinkled into a kind smile, and he immediately started to prepare.

At the same time, Song He, who was the first to return to China with the extradition team, hurried into Shen Jianghe's office and asked before the door was closed, "Master! What's going on?"

Shen Jianghe raised his head and saw Song He closing the door quickly, so he slowly said with a solemn expression: "There is a more dangerous mission, do you dare to go?"

"Don't dare!" Song He shook his head resolutely, without any embarrassment on his face, and directly made Shen Jianghe very angry.

"Must go!" Shen Jianghe slapped the table with a bang, staring at him and said, "Don't you dare to go, I'll take your skin off!"

"Oh! Just kidding, master, why are you so serious? Am I the kind of person who doesn't obey orders?" Song He laughed obsequiously, and picked up the file box that Shen Jianghe had prepared long ago.

"Hmph!" Shen Jianghe glared at Song He again, took two deep breaths, and calmed down the anger aroused by Song He: "The place I'm going this time is very dangerous, you lead my team well, and assist Mo Mo as much as possible." The national police have done their job."

"Remember, if there is a possibility of endangering the lives of team members, stop the mission immediately. I would rather you fail to complete this goal than put anyone in the team in danger!"

Seeing Shen Jianghe's seriousness, Song He immediately put away his joking attitude and agreed seriously.

(End of this chapter)