The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

In the evening, at the concierge of the unit, the two made a cabbage and potato stew.

With one wine glass per person, tonight's performance started again.

"I have some bad news for you, Liu San is really missing.

As for your partner, Wu Qiaoqiao defected to Liu San from Shancheng three years ago.

Liu San's original name is Tian Guojun. Why he calls Liu San to others? We are investigating.

Wu Qiaoqiao's heel has already sent a telegram to Shancheng, and there will probably be news soon."

"Uncle, what does this have to do with her disappearance?"

"It's hard to say, I have a hunch, I hope it's not."

"Can you explain it more clearly?"

"Don't you think there are too many coincidences?"

Li Yuan thought for a while, and his mind was full of Wu Qiaoqiao's gentle, quiet and enthusiastic figure.

"No, I believe her!"

"Well, I hope the guess is wrong. But it's part of our job to be suspicious of everything."

Li Yuan didn't want to talk about this anymore, his heart was already in chaos.

"How's it going down there?", he hurriedly changed the subject.

"It's strange, two of the three boxes left are empty."

"Ah! How could this be?"

"The lock and seal are intact, something must have happened."

"The investigator is also a veteran. He picked up and shook it out of habit and found that it was all empty.

Then he left the lock and seal untouched."

They were also confused as to why two empty boxes were so easy to protect!

They never doubted Li Yuan from the beginning, and the dust on the ground showed that Li Yuan had not passed.

The lock and seal further showed that he had not moved.

No matter how big their brains are, they will never imagine that Li Yuan possesses a heaven-defying system.

There were only two boxes of silver coins. Although the money was quite a lot, it was nothing compared to those enemy agents.

Therefore, their people are now fully deployed in No. 53 Courtyard, ready to follow the clues and catch all the lurking enemy agents.

At this time, Uncle Song pushed a small wooden board to Li Yuan with his foot, with a blue booklet on it.

With Li Yuan's eyesight, he could clearly read the words on the cover at a glance: "****Investigation Department."

Li Yuan suddenly thought. As a contemporary, he had heard of this department, which was the predecessor of the famous GUO.AN department in later generations.

Li Yuan suppressed his excitement, stood up to add carbon to the stove, and put the booklet into his arms.

After sitting down again, he picked up the wine, touched it with Uncle Song, and then drank it all by himself.

Uncle Song took a sip and put down his glass with a smile.

"This is the best way I can think of, so that you won't be held accountable afterwards, and maybe you can be judged and given a reward."

Uncle Song smiled very happily. He had always been very optimistic about Li Yuan.

I thought it would be a bit difficult to go through this procedure, but I didn't expect that this guy was actually a practicing practitioner.

Coincidentally, Li Yuan's father is really a branch of Li Style Tai Chi, with clean roots.

Being alone again, he is a good candidate to be absorbed into the organization.

"In order to facilitate your work, I was selected this time, so there is a three-year observation period."

Everyone in our line of work has a legitimate career, and your next job arrangement will still be in a machinery factory.

"Thank you uncle!"

Li Yuan expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

With this level of identity, although there are restrictions, no matter what I do, I have a strong backing.

As long as you don't treason or violate the rules, you will have a death-free gold medal from now on.

Please forgive Xiao Yuanzi. Although he has been born in two lifetimes and has watched a lot of movies, TV shows, and short videos, he still thinks about things too simply.

"That gun will be given to you. When this mission is over, I will take you to change the registration."

"Ah! Co-authored, you didn't give it to me."

"I want to eat shit! I lent it to you for self-defense, and you will have to pay it back later."

"I remember you said you gave it to me."

"Impossible!" Old Man Song was also a little confused, but he couldn't admit it.

Li Yuan also enjoyed the hardships. Seeing that Lao Song was deflated, he felt much better.

At night, he took out a box again, did the same thing, and sent it to Courtyard No. 53 the next day.

The strange thing is that the last box is still sitting quietly in the east wing, with no trace of being moved by anyone.

He searched the courtyard and found no new notice.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, he delivered the remaining two empty boxes.

Of course, this is Uncle Song's instruction.

We have to go to work tomorrow, and tonight is the most stressful day for both parties involved in the task.

When firecrackers and fireworks went off at night, some firewood piled up by others accidentally ignited.

Fires of various sizes were broken out everywhere.

Fire trucks in various neighborhoods began to get busy. The fire truck of this era was a four-seat iron truck with a small water tank in the back.

The firefighters all ride bicycles and follow the firetruck, which shows how tired they are.

Suddenly a fire broke out in a house not far from No. 53.

Not long after, a fire truck appeared in the alley of No. 53 Courtyard.

When approaching Courtyard No. 53, four people suddenly rushed out of the car, rushed into the east wing, and ran out holding boxes.

Before people could react, they put them in the car and the fire truck drove away.

Today Li Yuan did not listen to Uncle Song's dissuasion and kept hiding far away.

When the fire trucks showed up, he focused on his eyes, and his every move was immediately clear to him.

As the fire truck disappears, he rides and hangs in the distance.

At an intersection, ten bicycles suddenly rushed past.

The door of the fire truck opened wide, four boxes disappeared in an instant, and there were large sacks on the back seats of ten bicycles.

The ten bikes then scattered.

Li Yuan stared closely at a bicycle, because he could smell the faint scent of peppercorns when he focused on his nose.

Following the scent and sensation, he followed closely.

This was when he was transporting the second box containing silver coins, and he smeared some peppercorn liquid on the outer wall of the box.

There was nothing that could be done about it, and this was the only crude way he could think of.

This scene at the crossroads quickly came together in a small bungalow.

An old man of about 60 years old listened to the report. He had a mustache, a Chinese character face, a pair of myopia glasses, and a serious expression.

"I didn't expect that two boxes of silver coins would actually produce so many shrimps. I hope I can catch a big fish."

The old man looked relaxed and did not get angry because of the sudden change of things.

"All of our people have followed. Even if we lose a few, we can still find some dens."

“Now that it shows up, it will leave clues, and no matter what, some fish will be caught.

For two boxes of silver dollars, they must have a big plan to mobilize people like this, and they are probably targeting this year's National Day ceremony."

The old man lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, feeling extremely calm.

"It should be because of our siege and suppression in recent years that they are short of funds and urgently need the money to purchase supplies and bribe those gangsters."

"Not bad, just wait and wait for the Internet cafe to be closed."

An hour later, there was a sudden rush of footsteps.

The old man smiled and said, "There is a result."

"Leader, something happened."