"Bartender, another drink..."

"Sir, our pub is about to close, you might as well..."

"Stop nagging me, I'm only going to say it once, have another drink!"

The lights were still brightly lit in the tavern not far away, and the sound sounded like drunkards making trouble.

Because the policemen now go home and sleep, the bartenders who stay in the tavern seriously have no way to deal with these bastards.

What else can we do?

I can only serve the wine obediently, hoping that they will pass out quickly, even though I am tired and sleepy.

In this second, making sure that there were no passers-by wandering around, the alert Song Hao turned over and jumped off the roof.

Then he walked straight to the front door of the police station, first pushed it with his shoulder, and found that it didn't move at all.

It seems that even if there is no anti-lock, it is not easy to get in.

There was no other way, time waited for no one, and he didn't want to miss such a wonderful night, so he simply took out a piece of wire from his cuff.

"I haven't picked a lock in fucking years. I didn't expect to go back to my old job..."

While he was murmuring, he stepped forward and carefully observed the structure. It was not a very complicated type.

Then I thought for a while and then carefully inserted the wire into the keyhole.

In just one minute, with a crisp sound of the iron lock prying, the solid door slowly opened.

No one knows that at the intersection ten years ago, he was even a thief making a living for himself.

"It's a joke that a thief turned into a bounty hunter."

He looked around and quickly ducked into the police station, not forgetting to light the kerosene lamp with a match.

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see.

There is a very pungent smell in the air, and I don't know what those bastards are doing here.

"I remember it was here, right?"

Relying on his original impression, Song Hao strolled behind the wooden desk in the police station and found a lock here.

However, these fat pigs never thought that gangsters might break in.

Therefore, it has never been used for any purpose. It is purely a symbolic display.

He easily removed the drawer. The things inside were densely packed, and there were even some things that were hard to explain.

"Who the hell hid this rubber ring inside?"

"Do you have any sense of public morality?"

Song Hao looked disgusted and cursed, but the movements of his hands never stopped.

His eyes were sharp, and he quickly checked every drawer. There were nothing more than handcuffs or invalid reward warrants inside.

For example, in the life and death contract that I once signed, the handwriting at the signature is still clearly visible.

But there is no doubt that these files have no value to themselves.

Even if I steal it and sell it, it feels like a waste of energy.

"Huh?"

Until, against the backdrop of a faint firelight, his eyes locked on a special commemorative coin.

"It's so good, why do you put this thing in the back of the drawer?"

So Song Hao tentatively turned the coin, and then only heard a clicking sound, and the entire tabletop shook slightly.

"Grandma's, it's really hidden underneath. It's really an old fox."

After all, in cities and towns in the 1950s, hidden structures like this were very popular among wealthy people.

The price is not very expensive and has many uses.

Because those guys can hide all the secrets in unknown corners.

Whether it's your own bond inheritance, or your lover's letters and clothing.

It seems that this product was popular among the upper class of society at that time for a few months, but I didn’t expect to see it here now.

It’s true that some small knives scratched the butt: it opened my eyes!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the house, heading towards the police station:

"Damn, I almost forgot to take my pipe back..."

Judging simply from the tone of his voice, he must be the fat-headed guy from Tours. He has a tawny pipe on his waist.

After all, the behavior of a heavy smoker is such that even if he doesn't smoke for a night, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

It feels like there are thousands of ants crawling on my face, no kidding...

Seeing the opponent approaching step by step, Song Hao, who obviously had no time to escape, could only focus on the beams. The position was not very high, and there were gaps on both sides.

This time I really want to experience the rhythm of a flea on a drum.

In an instant, Tuer, who quickly opened the door with the key, walked in. The dark police station looked very scary.

Because the house is located a little to the side, the moonlight cannot shine in from the other side of the mountain forest.

Pretending to be calm, he strolled to the corner and picked up the kerosene lamp that had just been extinguished. He always felt an inexplicable warmth.

"Maybe it's my imagination?"

Feeling a little guilty, he didn't want to delve too much into it, so he lit the kerosene lamp and rummaged around the police station until he saw a pipe placed on a chair.

After making sure he wasn't visited by rats, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the sound of cooing echoed among the treetops, which frightened him. He discovered that it was a damn crow that was cawing randomly.

"Fucking beast, you dare to scare even me?"

Since he really didn't want to stay here for a second, he simply put the pipe in his pocket and prepared to lock it and go home.

The quilt is still warm.

During the whole process, he didn't notice that Song Hao, who had been hiding on the beam, landed quietly.

So when he turned around and was about to close the door, Song Hao imitated a sound similar to a wolf howl with his mouth, which scared Tur to tremble.

I almost couldn't hold the key securely.

Taking advantage of the second when the other party was stunned, he bent down and escaped in an instant, acting like a ghost.

I can't even see anyone.

When walking back to the outskirts of Valentine, he fed Silver Fangs with oatmeal crumbs in his pocket and hid a stack of thick documents in his arms.

"The harvest tonight is not small, you have been waiting for a long time."

The silver fangs raised their heads and made a grunting sound.

Song Hao understood that these were Valentine's confidential documents, and maybe one day in the future, they might become the straw that broke Fraser's life.

By the time we returned to the Yingzui Peak Camp, a hint of fish belly white had already appeared in the distant sky.

The temperature at night was always horrifying, and even his palms turned purple from the cold.

With a face full of exhaustion, he simply ducked into the tent, feeling exhausted all over and it was time to take a good rest.

I've been so busy for so long that I feel a little dizzy.

"Boss, when did you come back?"

"Breakfast is already prepared, why don't you eat some first?"

In the daze, a familiar voice came to his ears, and Song Hao, who was still immersed in sleep, woke up.

Don't tell me, the whiskey last night was a bit high...

"I rushed back at dawn and saw that all of you were still sleeping, so I thought to myself, forget it."

Taking a closer look, Aaron was holding a hot stew in his hand, which must have been breakfast he had just gotten up to make.

Maybe he saw the silver fangs outside the camp, so he reacted.

The hungry Song Hao said nothing, picked up the stew and started to wolf it down: "There shouldn't be anything going on in the camp, right?"

"Are there any suspicious people wandering around?"
Chapter completed!