Age: My Small World

Chapter 371

Yang Zihua was staring at some old books on a stall and suddenly got excited, then quickly walked away as if nothing had happened.

After he left, Yang Jun took the opportunity to go forward and take a look. It turned out that they were several books about economics. This stuff was introduced from the West and cannot be disseminated freely now, so there is no chance to read it on weekdays.

"As expected of an economics teacher."

He wanted to buy the book, but he quickly gave way the next moment.

Yang Zihua is back.

It seemed that he discovered that someone was also interested in these books, so he gritted his teeth and started trading with the stall owner.

In the end, he held all the books in his arms and disappeared into the crowd.

Yang Jun had the spiritual power of the small world as a blessing, and he also knew the location of the secret passage, so he naturally wouldn't let him get away, and followed him slowly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zihua was no longer paying attention to other things and actually started to go towards the secret passage.

"Huh? He sneaked into the ghost market just for these books?"

Yang Jun frowned slightly, but quickly followed.

After entering the Zhong Kui Temple, Yang Zihua sneaked into the back hall without hesitation and then disappeared.

Yang Jun knew his position and knew that this guy was quite cautious, so he waited at the entrance of the secret passage. If someone followed him in, he might completely abandon this place and run away.

Neither of them moved for a moment, waiting to see who would lose control first.

After about ten minutes, seeing that there was still no movement outside, Yang Zihua finally felt at ease and continued to move forward.

Only after he was several dozen meters away did Yang Jun go down the secret passage.

Through the secret passage, the two arrived at the other side of the ghost market.

It was only about half past three at this time, and it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Oh! Every time I come here it's like being a thief. It's so difficult." Yang Zihua muttered, then happily went to another house with a few new books in his arms.

Entering through the side door, he quickly locked the door after entering.

What Yang Zihua didn't notice was that a dark shadow had climbed over the wall and was watching him step into the house in the yard.

"He's so familiar with the place, and no one in the house tried to stop him. Is this his house?"

"That's not right. If it really is his house, then Zhu Yong and the others wouldn't be unaware of it."

Yang Jun thought for a moment but got nothing. He could only quietly approach Yang Zihua's house, and then use his mental power to look inside through the window.

As soon as Yang Zihua came back, he took off his scarf, revealing his rather young face, about thirty years old, with a hint of vicissitudes of life.

He couldn't wait to strike a match and light the kerosene lamp. A ray of light came into the house, allowing people to see the place clearly.

There was a simple bed and a table, nothing else, not even a chair.

He began to read at his desk, happily absorbing new knowledge.

Seeing this, Yang Jun felt that he was probably wrong.

Teacher Yang doesn't look like a spy, but rather like a scholar thirsty for knowledge. His passionate eyes cannot deceive anyone.

"It can be considered as clearing the identity of a suspect." He thought so and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, his mental power noticed something.

"After searching high and low for something, I finally found it without any effort. How could it be so coincidental?"

Yang Jun's attention was now focused on the room next to Yang Zihua.

The yard next door is much better than here in terms of specifications, but it still has the same gate.

At this moment, a scene appeared in the yard that surprised Yang Jun.

"Ding! Ding ding!! Ding ding ding!"

Radio! Yang Jun's mental power was not wrong, that thing must be a radio.

Whose good family hides a radio in their home? And they hid it in the basement?

That’s right, even though the radio station was in the basement, Yang Jun could still sense it.

His mental power was almost omnipresent, with a range of an astonishing twenty meters. It was because of this that he happened to see the next door.

If it weren't for Teacher Yang Zihua today, he would never have seen this scene. After all, Yang Jun would not use his mental power to spy on others at will.

"That's what they call a blind spot. That's probably what it means."

Yang Jun really didn't expect that Teacher Yang was not only not a spy, but also someone who really liked economics.

And next to him was the target everyone was looking for.

Without alerting Yang Zihua, he simply flipped over a few times and jumped out of the yard wall again, then stepped into the yard on the other side.

As his feet moved lightly, his mental strength carefully checked the surroundings. As a spy, this yard was by no means easy to enter, especially when someone was still sending a telegram inside.

Sure enough, just after he took two steps, an extremely obscure iron wire appeared in front of him. At the other end of the wire, a small bell was swaying, as if it was about to ring at any time.

As long as there is the slightest movement, the people inside will definitely destroy everything immediately and then run away. If all else fails, they will commit suicide, so he cannot give this person a chance.

He used the plum blossom step, moved left and right, and avoided the bell.

Then comes the second obstacle.

There were several landmines buried under the door. If Yang Jun dared to step on them, the place would explode.

The guy inside is obviously not an ordinary person.

Now he was a little confused. There was a mine at the door and the window seemed to be locked, so it was difficult for him to get in.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun began to look for gaps in the wooden boards, thinking it would be better to just remove these mines directly.

The noise cannot be too loud so as not to alarm the people inside, and the speed must be fast, otherwise it will be over as soon as he sends the information out.

Fortunately, the ground was not sealed with cement or anything like that, it was just connected by wooden boards.

He used his mental power to easily find the gap and then pried it open.

He was extremely careful with his hands, yet made a very slight sound.

It was the first time Yang Jun did this kind of thing, and his heart was beating quite fast.

Then, at lightning speed, he put all the removed wooden boards and several mines into the small world. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The third level is to open the door and go in, which is actually easy.

He took out a small piece of iron and gently inserted it into the door through the crack. After just a few fiddles, the bolt was opened.

This cannot be used on the window because the person is very cunning and bought a lock from inside to lock it, leaving no chance for others to go through the window.

When the door opened, there was naturally no one inside.

His eyes fell on the only bed in the room. At the head of the bed, a piece of cloth had slipped down from the wall, seemingly covering something.

Yang Jun approached and lifted it up to see that it was a wall.

But he smiled, looking at the wall with shining eyes, as if he could see through it the guy behind the wall who was still sending a telegram with peace of mind.

"She's actually a woman, what a scum."

He couldn't quite understand what the telegram was saying, but it definitely wasn't good news.

Without thinking any further, his hand quickly pressed down on a tiny, inconspicuous bump.

"Crash!" The wall was pushed open.

(End of this chapter)