The best perspective expert

Chapter 396 These Letters

Han Zhenyang's words were not aimless, but he knew that the old man had lied.

However, in this situation, it was not easy for him to have a fit. No matter how the old man reacted, he just waved his hand, turned around and left, and returned to the parking place.

His cousin had been leaning against the car door smoking a cigarette, saw him coming back, and asked, "How is it?"

"It's nothing. I asked about the situation back then. Unfortunately, the old man has almost forgotten it. Fortunately, my face is very similar to my father. He recognized me," Han Zhenyang smiled, and then looked at his watch, " Brother, if you don't want to be caught by MSS, you'd better get out of here quickly."

"what happened?"

Han Zhenyang pointed to the Warrior he was driving, "This car has a positioning system. If MSS guesses that you are with me, it will definitely not be indifferent."

"Okay, it seems that I'm a busy person. This island city is really a good place, but unfortunately I won't be here soon, so I'll leave first, and I'll come to you when I have something to do. Oh, yes, if you want to find someone, send an email Mail, this is the email address," said and flicked a ball of paper over.

Han Zhenyang held the ball of paper with two fingers, opened it and looked at it, then twisted it vigorously, directly twisting the ball of paper into crumbs, and with a flick of his hand, it disappeared into the wind.

Seeing this scene, Han Jingming's eyelids twitched twice, "Brother, your strength is simply abnormal, abnormal," he said while shaking his head, got in the car and started the car, waved his hand through the window, turned around and left with a hit of the accelerator .

Han Zhenyang watched his cousin disappear out of sight, then turned his head, glanced at the Sunshine Supermarket at the crossroads, turned back to the car, but he didn't drive, but just sat in the car and stared at the one in the Sunshine Supermarket. The old man's every move.

The old man's behavior seemed normal, but he was often distracted, and he didn't even know that he made a mistake in the calculation. He found more than 100 yuan from the customer in the afternoon.

Obviously, the old man has thoughts, and a lot of thoughts.

But Han Zhenyang remained indifferent, just looked at the old man from a distance, until 08:30 in the evening, when the old man closed the door and went home, he drove away, but he just turned around and returned to the street, but the car Instead of stopping at the original place, he found a remote corner to stop, and then took advantage of the night to enter the old man's grocery store through the back window, went straight to a shelf, and took out a few letters from the crack of the shelf. Letters curled up.

After seeing some blurred writing on the envelope, he sneered, put away the letters, restored the shelves to their original state, then sat down behind the counter with the letters, and began to read them with the faint light of his mobile phone.

At around twelve o'clock, when he heard movement at the door of the grocery store, he put away his cell phone and sat quietly behind the counter.Under the cover of the counter, he is like a ghost hiding in the shadows. If he doesn't speak, absolutely no one will find out his existence.

A few seconds later, the rolling shutter door opened a crack, and a figure quickly entered and then quickly pulled it down. It was the old man who came. The sweep fell to the ground, and then carefully opened a template, and reached out to touch the gap, then, with a shake of the hand, hurriedly used the flashlight to shine in, and then changed his face as if he had seen a ghost, and even directly broke the shelf Broken, as if looking for some treasure.

Han Zhenyang just watched the old man busy there quietly, until the old man slumped on the ground, and then said, "Are you looking for these letters?" He said and turned on the headlights of the supermarket.

"Who?" The old man shuddered and jumped up hastily. When he saw that it was Han Zhenyang, his face turned pale in an instant, as bloodless as if he had put on makeup. He asked tremblingly, "You, how did you come in?"

Han Zhenyang smiled faintly, "Don't worry about how I got in, just tell me, are you looking for these letters?"

After seeing the letters in his hand, the old man lowered his head and gave a difficult "hmm".

"Why did you lie to me?" He smoothed a piece of letter paper and continued to read, asking while reading, as relaxed as chatting with his friends.

He relaxed, but the old man didn't dare to relax. He opened his mouth tremblingly, but didn't say anything.

"Tell me, I won't do anything to you, after all, you are my dad's friend, and you have helped him so much," Han Zhenyang said in a low voice, "I just want to know the reason why you lied to me, the most real The reason, after I knew the reason, I immediately turned around and left."

"You, you..." The old man looked at Han Zhenyang tremblingly, his eyes were full of fear, but it seemed that he was not afraid of Han Zhenyang himself, but of other things.

Han Zhenyang realized this, and his voice became softer, "Don't worry, no one will know about this except you and me. You have hidden these letters for six years and they have been safe and sound, right?"

"Yes, yes," the old man suddenly relaxed, followed by beads of sweat that fell all over the ground, obviously he was really frightened just now.

"Did someone ask you for these letters?" Han Zhenyang asked suddenly.

"Yes," the old man replied subconsciously, then woke up with a start, "You, how do you know?"

"Who is it?" Han Zhenyang continued to ask.

"It's a very strong young man. He should have been in his early twenties six years ago. He came to my door and asked me where those letters were. I, I..."

"How did you cope?"

"I said, I've burned them all."

"Oh? Did he believe it?"

"He believed it, but he searched it again, and left after he didn't find it. He never came, but he, he said that if he found out that I lied to him, he would kill my whole family," the old man said here, beating A shiver, obviously frightened at the time.

"No one would burn other people's letters privately. He also believes this kind of lie?" Han Zhenyang frowned.

"I lied to him and said that your father had explained that he burned the half of the letter before he came to pick it up, and then he didn't say anything else."

"My dad really said that?" Han Zhenyang's eyes widened in surprise.

"Of course not, but I have long realized that your father is not an ordinary person, but your father helped me. I usually just pretend that I don't know about it. After encountering that incident, I tried it out of mysteries, but I didn't expect it to work. Then I realized that those letters might be more important, so I just hid them in the shelf until now..." The old man had a little complacent expression when he said this, as if he was very satisfied with his wit.

Han Zhenyang also had to admit that the old man's move was really clever. Although he was deceived, he was really deceived, because this cautious attitude was indeed in line with his father's status as a senior intelligence officer of the General Staff.

From this point of view, the old man is really kind. If the old man is a little careless, he will not be able to read these letters.

(End of this chapter)