mailing letter

Chapter 26 Trap

"Sir, here is a letter, please accept it." A postman stopped his bicycle and shouted at the people in the patrol station.

Zhang San took a sip from the teacup in his hand and replied: "Okay, you can put the letter there."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, the postman put the letter on the table beside him, and rode away on his bicycle.

The letter just kept on that table, and Zhang San didn't remember it until after get off work.

He picked up the letter and looked at it, but there was no sender's name and address, only a few words "Zhong Chengyi" were written on it.

"Should I open the general's letter?" Zhang San muttered.

Forget it, tear it down.Most of the people who were sent to the patrol station had something to do.

Opening the envelope, there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside, and on the letter paper were written a few words "Deal at Nanjiang Wharf at night."

trade?What deal?Zhang San frowned and looked at the letter k

At this time, Zhong Chengyi walked into the door, saw Zhang San's expression was a bit sad and asked: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Zhong Chengyi approaching, Zhang San hurriedly took the letter and said, "General, look."

Zhong Chengyi looked at the words on the envelope and asked, "Where is the person who delivered the letter?"

"Leave after delivery in the morning." Zhang San said.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Chengyi said: "I'll take someone to the Xijiao Wharf. You go to the post office to find the postman and ask him who sent this letter."

"Okay, General."

Looks like tonight is going to be another sleepless night. . .

Zhong Chengyi turned his head and said to Lieutenant Li: "Go back and tell Xinshu and Aunt Chen that I have something to do and I can't go back for dinner."

"Okay, General."

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"Master, the letter has been sent." A man said to He Rensheng.

"Good job." He Rensheng curled his lips, "Did you find the ledger?"

After hearing this question, the man looked at He Rensheng in front of him, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his back, and replied with a trembling voice: "Master, not yet."

He Rensheng squinted his eyes, walked down, and kicked the person in front of him fiercely: "Trash! How can you not find such a big broken house?"

"Master, the person who has been by Jiang Xiaofeng's side said that she has never seen any blue book. I suspect that Jiang Xiaofeng may be deceiving you. She may not have a real account book in her hand." The man knelt on the ground and said with his head down.

He Rensheng took out the cigarette case in his pocket a little irritably, and the person in front of him hurriedly took the lighter and lit it for He Rensheng.

He Rensheng took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled a cloud of gray smoke and asked, "Then where do you think it is?"

The man was still kneeling on the ground. In this situation, it was really hard to guess. It could be in anyone's hands, and anyone could go to He Rensheng's room and steal that "deadly" book.

But what can be judged is that there is an "inner ghost" in this house, and who that "inner ghost" is, and who gave Chen Liangshan the opportunity to sneak in, no one knows. . .

"Don't dare, I think it's possible anywhere." The man replied.

He Rensheng stroked a gun on the table, and asked in a sinister tone: "Could it be you?"

The man was completely panicked now, and hurriedly said: "Master, it's not me, how could it be me, I have always been loyal to you, it is impossible for me to do such a thing."

He Rensheng's eyes looked at the man kneeling on the ground motionless, as if he wanted to see through his deepest thoughts, and seemed to be making a decision.

After a while, He Rensheng said in an extremely calm tone: "You go."

The man hurriedly got up and said, with a feeling of shock still remaining in his tone: "Okay, sir."

The door was closed, and there was only a faint light shining on He Rensheng in the dim room.

He Rensheng looked at the closed gate, there was no joy or anger in his eyes, only calm like an abyss. .

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late at night.

There was no waves on the Nanjiang Wharf.

"Master, that letter is a prank, it's all over." Zhang San said with a sigh.

Zhong Chengyi stood aside, looked at the sea not far away and asked, "Did the postman say who gave him the letter?"

Zhang San turned his sore neck and said, "That's right, but he said it was given by a girl. It must have been a prank by that girl, maybe..." After speaking, he looked at Zhong Chengyi's slender figure and handsome figure. Pretty face.

Of course, the joke in the second half of the sentence, Zhang Sanbai would not dare to tell Zhong Chengyi even if he had the guts to do so.

At this time, the sound of a ship came from the sea not far away, and the light of a car came from the ground.

The people who were "waiting for the rabbit" here immediately became vigilant.

The ship approached the shore, and after stopping for a while, a man got off the ship, walked up to the car, said something unknown, and the people in the car also got out of the car.

is a woman.

Even with the car lights, moonlight, and the faint lights on the pier, Zhong Chengyi and others still couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

"Ma'am, the goods have arrived. There are 130 boxes in total. Please check them." The man said.

The woman nodded, boarded the boat, came to the warehouse, counted the number and said: "Move, be careful."

After that, people came in and out of the warehouse one after another, putting the sealed wooden boxes on a truck.

Zhang San frowned and said to Zhong Chengyi: "Master, are you coming?"

Zhong Chengyi observed the surrounding situation, and after making a "wait a moment" gesture, he quietly stepped forward, came behind a person, covered the person's mouth neatly, twisted his wrist lightly, and listened There was a crisp "click" sound,

After struggling with his legs twice, the man lost his breath.

Zhong Chengyi touched the man's waist and found that there was no holster or gun. After scanning the people not far away with his sharp eyes, he returned to Zhang San and nodded.

Zhang San and the others approached the ship and the truck step by step with their guns in hand. When those people relaxed their vigilance, they rushed out immediately, put their guns on their heads, and subdued everyone.

Zhang San suppressed the woman, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the woman's face.

"Jiang Xiaofeng?!"

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In the interrogation room of the police station, the dim light shone on the woman's face.

"Tell me, who owns this batch?" Zhang San asked.

Jiang Xiaofeng's hands were handcuffed on the chair, he raised his delicate cheeks and said coldly, "I don't know."

Zhong Chengyi sat at the side, looked at Jiang Xiaofeng's disdainful expression, his dark eyes seemed to be able to see people's insights, he hooked his lips and asked: "What advantage did that person give you to make you take such a big risk? Pick up the goods at the dock."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xiaofeng's face became a little gloomy, but he just said coldly: "I'm sorry, General, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Zhong Chengyi looked at the change on Jiang Xiaofeng's face, it seemed that someone had plotted against him, but who sent that unknown letter? .

Zhong Chengyi continued: "Do you know why we suddenly appeared at Nanjiang Wharf?"

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard these words, there were some slight changes on his face, as if he was eager to know why.

Zhong Chengyi took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Xiaofeng.

Jiang Xiaofeng opened the envelope, looked at the words on the letter, his fingernails turned white with force, his eyes were full of resentment, as if he wanted to cut the person who sent the letter to pieces.

Miao merchants!It's you!It's you!

There was such a resentful expression on his face, but he regained his composure after a while. He just sat quietly and didn't answer. Zhang San asked him questions later, and he didn't say anything.

After Zhang San and Zhong Chengyi came out of the interrogation room, their expressions were not very good.

"Master, now she has killed her without saying anything, what should I do?" Zhang San asked.

Zhong Chengyi looked gloomy, and said to Zhang San: "Take everyone who Jiang Xiaofeng had close contact with to the police station for questioning one by one, and find out where Jiang Xiaofeng went this morning and who he met with. Don't let that person come!"

"Yes, General!" Zhang San turned around and left, then turned back and asked after remembering something, "Then what should we do with that letter?"

Zhong Chengyi squinted his eyes and said, "Find me a painter and ask the postman to draw the portrait of the girl. All the major advertisements in Shanghai are pasted up at the intersections. I don't believe I can't find someone!"

"Yes, General!"

Bureau Huang looked at the more than 100 pieces of goods in the ship, and said with a gloomy expression, "If this is really trafficked to various places in Shanghai, the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhong Chengyi looked at the boxes of smoke and said: "Maybe the messenger just put a small fish to divert our attention, since they can bring in so many goods from outside, there must be more. "

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Inside Chengtian Restaurant.

Miao Shang'er sat on a man's lap and said, "Master, do you think I did a great job this time?"

The man hugged Miao Shang'er's slender waist and said, "Amazing, our Shang'er is the best."

"Then, does the young master want to reward me with something?" Miao Shang'er said while drawing circles on the man's chest with his fingers.

The man grabbed Miao Shang'er's hand, kissed the red lips lightly, then deepened the kiss, the two lips separated after a while, the man blew on Miao Shang'er's white earlobe and said : "Honey, is this enough?"

Miao Shang'er shyly punched the man's chest and said, "I hate it~ That's not what I'm talking about."

The man took another sip of that fair and tender face, then teased, "Which one is that? Tell me quickly, young master, I can't figure out Shang'er's heart."

Miao Shang'er's originally happy expression was a little lost after a while, and he pushed the man's shoulder, wanting to come down.

But the man tightly held Miao Shang'er's waist and said: "Good Shang'er, don't be angry, I was wrong, can't you?"

With thin tears in Miao Shang'er's eyes, he beat the man's chest with each punch, and complained: "You never take me to heart, I hate you! I hate you to death!"

Seeing this, the man hugged Miao Shang'er in his arms distressedly, and comforted him: "Shang'er is good, don't cry, don't cry, I don't care about you."

"If you take me to heart, then why don't you mention our matter to your father?" Miao Shang'er sobbed and leaned on the man's shoulder, clasping the clothes on the man's back with both hands and said, "Do you dislike him?" I'm not clean."

The man frowned and said, "Why, why would I dislike you? I know you are all for me, and I swear that I will never marry anyone in my life except Miao Shang'er, that's fine."

After finishing speaking, he carefully wiped the corners of Miao Shang'er's eyes with a handkerchief, and said, "Good Shang'er, don't cry, your crying broke my heart."

Miao Shang'er patted the man's arm lightly and said, "You can trick me with sweet words."

"No, what I said was sincere." The man said in a sincere tone.

Miao Shang'er leaned against the man's generous embrace to absorb the little bit of warmth.

The man held Miao Shang'er in his arms and asked, "Did you get that thing?"

Miao Shanger took out a blue book from his sleeve and said, "Of course."

The man looked at the ledger, curled his lips, looked at the things recorded on it, and said, "No wonder that old thing values ​​it so much. If it falls into the hands of the police station, it will definitely lead to death."

The man looked at the amount of names on the ledger, as if he saw a familiar name, and said, "I didn't expect this person to be on it, interesting."

Seeing that the man was completely attracted by the ledger, Miao Shanger ignored himself and immediately put on red lips.

The man also kissed back affectionately, and both fell into the bed. . .

The author has something to say: I feel that there is still a long way to go to confess, and it is a bit early to say it. . .

I still have to go with my career first, supplemented by feelings.

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