The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

Uncle Song's gloating made Li Yuan dumbfounded.

"Uncle, you have to control your expression and don't jump up."

"Oh, you say".

The two raised their glasses and took another sip, but this time they didn't drink it. Li Yuan picked up the bottle and refilled it.

"Uncle, Zhao Xiufang suddenly left Kyoto more than ten days ago."

After hearing the news, he tried his best to control his emotions and ate the chicken with his head down.

After a while, he asked: "Then you haven't been with Xiao Zhao for the past ten days?"

"I fell in love with her best friend without realizing it."

He didn't dare to hide anything and simply said what he could from the beginning.

"Liu San, is he a little gangster?"

"Yes, but I left Kyoto that day," Li Yuan quickly added.

"Okay, I understand this. If I drink more, I should be drunk."

"Then what should I do next?"

"You dig first, and I will spread the news later. As long as the things you dig out are not arms, you do as they say."

"Uncle, I'm taking the initiative to help you handle the case. You won't hold me accountable in the end, right?"

"It's a little troublesome, but you don't have to worry. I'll think of a way and I won't let you get hurt at all.

It's best if I can get you a meritorious service."

"Thank you, uncle."

"One more thing, what should I do with my partner?"

"Uncle, to be honest with you, don't have too much hope. We understand those people and will not leave any possible clues or risks of exposure for ourselves."

Li Yuan felt a pain in his heart. In fact, he had a bad premonition before coming.

"You mean, my partner may have been harmed by them."

"It's very possible. However, don't worry about your safety. We are surrounded by our people, and the arrangements will be in place soon."

"Will you scare the snake?"

"Trust us, we are professionals."

As a soul who has watched countless similar movies and TV series in later generations, he will not rely on anyone for his own safety.

Neither believes in the kindness of the enemy, nor fully believes in Uncle Song's energy and starting point.

During this period, they were all people who had seen life and death. They didn't even care about their own lives. How could they cherish the lives of others more?

He didn't dare to bet on this.

As long as he was cleared of being suspected of being an accomplice, he really didn't care about the rest.

The reason why Uncle Song told him everything he could say was not because he believed him, but because he hoped to dispel his doubts with facts and allow him to better cooperate with their work.

If that's the case, then take advantage of this opportunity and find a way to kill a few with your own hands.

Another half hour passed and Uncle Song was "drunk".

Li Yuan took Uncle Song's flashlight and came to the warehouse.

According to the orientation map, the entrance is in the northwest corner of the warehouse, near the kitchen.

Li Yuan picked up the shovel and started digging.

I don’t know what communication method Uncle Song used. Late at night in Kyoto tonight, some people were secretly mobilized.

None of this is Li Yuan's business. The key for him now is to find a way to meet these kidnappers.

With his current strength, it was relatively easy to dig the soil. It only took less than half an hour before the shovel hit a hard object. From the sound, it must have been an iron door.

At this time, a pit less than 1 meter deep appeared in the northwest corner of the warehouse.

He used a shovel to clear away the soil bit by bit, and an 80 cm * 120 cm iron gate appeared in front of him.

The iron gate is rusty and has a surrounding stone frame.

He grabbed the handle. Lift it hard.

The iron door slowly opened, making a creaking sound.

He suddenly slapped his forehead, why had he forgotten the idea again.

I immediately sent out my thoughts, and a dark room of more than 20 square meters and less than 3 meters high, made entirely of strips of stone, appeared in my thoughts.

There is a stone staircase leading down from the entrance.

There were only 4 old large wooden boxes on the ground, the length, width and height were about 60*30*40 centimeters.

The box is wrapped in copper, giving it a very period feel.

There is not only a lock on it, but also a seal.

The seal material is good, and although the color is yellowish, it looks complete.

Li Yuan was shocked as his thoughts penetrated deep into the box.

2 boxes of silver dollars, 2 boxes of gold bars.

Among them, there is a box of small yellow croakers and a box of large yellow croakers.

This much money is either their activity funds or the former landlord's treasure trove of wealth.

No wonder they are so crazy.

I opened the door, endured my excitement, waited for a while, and felt that the air circulation was about the same, then walked down the stairs.

He carried the box containing silver coins, which weighed almost 100 kilograms.

Take out the kitchen knife from the space, use the back of the knife to knock open the lock, and tear off the seal.

Open the lid, and by the flashlight light, you will see Yuan Datou inside.

He put his flashlight on the silver dollars and held a large handful in both hands, with money in his eyes.

He kept holding it up and letting the silver dollar slip from his hand. The clattering and clanking sounds made him enjoy it very much.

After playing for a while, my mood gradually calmed down.

He knows these are not his.

Finally, he set his sights on the two innermost boxes.

Think about it for a moment.

His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: "A horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall."

Now that we have encountered it, there is no reason to let it go.

He used his mind to collect all the gold bars inside into the space.

Now, he doesn't have to worry at all. The lock has not been moved, the seal has not been moved, and the traces on the ground have not been moved. No one can do anything to him.

The things are in his space and no one can find them.

He doesn't spend these things, and will take action when he has the opportunity. If his thoughts are close to him, no one can catch him.

He grabbed a handful of silver coins, put them in his pocket, closed the box he just opened, and hung the lock.

Take out a sack and put it on the box.

Carrying it with one hand, he walked out of the secret room leisurely.

Walk out of the warehouse and put the sack into the side basket.

Put it vertically, still more than 20 centimeters away from the edge of the basket.

He piled the tattered sacks from another basket on top.

When leaving Courtyard No. 53, he hung up two side baskets.

There was a torn sack hanging on the mouth, and no one knew what was inside.

Look at the time, it's already 10 o'clock in the evening.

Returning to the concierge, he moved three wooden stools and lay down on them.

"You're back, have you dug out anything?" Uncle Song asked in a low voice without moving.

“It was dug out, four big boxes, all locked and sealed.

I opened one and it was full of silver dollars. I grabbed a handful and put them in my pocket. After putting it on the ground for a while, I mainly wanted to give them the impression of greed."

"I know, I'll send it to No. 53 tomorrow morning. Our people will come in to check after a while."

"Uncle Song, with so much money, is there no problem in sending it over?"

"It's okay, can't throw it away."

"Then I'm relieved."

As long as the words are spoken, the rest can only be left to fate.

Now, compared with the state machine, he is just a big ant.

The only way to control your own destiny is to become stronger.

After thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, I fell into a deep sleep.

When it was dark in the morning, he was awakened by nightmares.

In the dream, Liu San killed Wu Qiaoqiao with his own hands.

Sitting up suddenly, Uncle Song also jumped when he touched the stool under him.

He quickly rolled out of bed, pulled out 56 and a half from under the bed, and pointed the gun at the door.

"what happened?"

"Had a nightmare."

Uncle Song was so angry that he wanted to curse, but think about it, a little kid who has experienced so much should have nightmares.

Put the gun back where it belongs, pat the dirt off your body, and lie down on the bed again.

Li Yuan did not look back and sat blankly, feeling even more uneasy.