That is the handsome man who rides a bicycle and takes the policewoman out. This is his preliminary judgment. Going in directly to find someone is not an attitude of sending letters, and it is easy to be suspected of his identity.

I could only stand not far from the door and wait. It was half past five, and the sky quietly became dark. Chu Wenhao was a little anxious, worried that the man would have moved long ago.

While he was waiting anxiously, a man and a woman walked out of the gate. The man was about twenty-five years old, and he looked very energetic and handsome.

After the two left the door, the man signaled her to sit in the back seat. When she was ready to go, the man who was about to set off was shouted, "Li Mingliang?"

Chu Wenhao shouted from the west side of the door that if the man was Li Mingliang, he would take the initiative to talk to the contrary.

Li Mingliang was just off work and was about to take the female policeman out for a while, but was suddenly called curious and looked at Chu Wenhao, and frowned and said, "Who are you!"

"Go back to my hometown." Chu Wenhao left after saying that, and did not communicate with him. If he talked too much, it would be easier to reveal his feelings.

Li Mingliang glanced at Chu Wenhao who was leaving, and didn't know what to think in his mind. He turned around and said, "Lili, I have something to do tonight. I'll go out with you tomorrow."

Li Wenliang arranged for the female policewoman to ride a bicycle home. He didn't understand how the person who suddenly appeared knew his name, and this sentence was obviously an indication of what a trip back to his hometown.

I have long since stopped living there, which is something that the neighbors around me know. Obviously, the person who calls his name cannot not know.

That is, if there is a letter, you can send it yourself, but this situation is the first time that he will go back every Wednesday, and if there is a letter, you will send it.

Obviously this man knew there was a letter inside. Could it be this old man who had always sent him a letter? Chu Wenhao's white hair was very conspicuous, so he could only look sideways at him, so he didn't see his appearance clearly, and he was not very old when he heard the sound, and his hair was seventy and eighty years old, and his walking was really complicated.

Since he knew his name and knew that the letter inside needed him to send it, it would be no big problem. Thinking of this, Li Mingliang speeded up and rushed to the door of his house within three minutes, took out the key and opened the inbox. Sure enough, there was a letter lying quietly there.

I didn't have too much doubt, it must be an urgent matter, otherwise there would be no need to inform me like this. Thinking of this, Li Mingliang put the letter and rode his bicycle and rushed out.

He worked as a policeman and part-time as a messenger. He still had basic vigilance. He went around and tried twice. Ten minutes later, Li Mingliang came to Xinmin Street near the estuary of the Yangtze River.

The streets were very prosperous, and everything was sold. Li Mingliang rode his bicycle to a tavern, then stopped and walked in.

After a while, he came out and rode his bicycle back. Chu Wenhao followed him for a while and found him entering a relatively high-end residential area. Finally, he came to a small building with a skillful opening and closing doors under a two-story building.

After waiting for a few minutes but not seeing it, Chu Wenhao judged that this should be his home, so the letter was delivered to the tavern. He rushed to the tavern. When he came back, he saw that the lights had already lit inside.

Chu Wenhao came to a side dish opposite and asked the boss to give melon seeds, "Is the wine opposite the boss delicious?" He asked casually while eating the melon seeds.

"Hey, who knows, I have been with him for two years but my neighbor has never tasted it. The wine inside is very expensive. Don't look at the small storefront. I can't afford to drink a pound of wine for ten o'clock."

"It's so expensive, this boss doesn't have to do this if he wants to make money and get married."

"Hahaha, you're wrong with this young man. The boss on the opposite side is in his fifties, his grandson can make soy sauce, and he's still married."

"So that's it, it's so hard to manage a tavern alone."

"Who said no, it's not easy to do anything these days. It's good to have a meal if you can eat." The boss sighed very much.

Through what the boss said, Chu Wenhao knew that the boss opposite was not a man surnamed Cheng, and that there was no man but only a person. So how did he send the letter when he received it?

Just when he was confused, a man in his fifties walked out of the tavern opposite him, holding a red lantern in his hand and hanging it under the edge of the two-meter-high door with a bamboo pole. Chu Wenhao frowned.

"Boss, you see a red lantern hanging across the street with the word "Wine" on it. Does he often sell wine like this?"

"Oh!" The boss looked at the winery in confusion and thought, "What disease does this old man have today? He usually hangs it once every Wednesday night, and hangs it out today on Tuesday. He probably was a mess." The boss said as he handed the melon seeds he had weighed to Chu Wenhao, took the money for him, and walked out the door.

He stood on the street with melon seeds and glanced at the boss who entered the door. He hung up once a Wednesday, which means that Li Mingliang came to deliver the letter every Wednesday. He hung out a red lantern to tell the man surnamed Cheng that the letter was delivered.

There is still a problem here. If you believe it, you will hang a lantern, but if you don’t believe it, you will hang it?

Chu Wenhao looked carefully and said that the boss hung the lantern on the right side, with only one word for wine on it, and nothing suspicious. Unless the lantern was hung on the left side when he was not convinced, it only formed a habit every Wednesday.

After understanding this, Chu Wenhao began to look at the surrounding environment. The street faces east and west, the Yangtze River to the north, and the south is a high-end residential area. It is still very clear if you stand on the second floor to see the pedestrians on the street.

It can be speculated that the man surnamed Cheng lives nearby, and the winery owner hangs a two-meter lantern to report the message to the people living nearby.

This way of delivering letters is still very safe. Chu Wenhao came to the side of the tavern and looked at the two-story building in the opposite residential area.

There are seven buildings on the two-story north, and there are six houses that are on the lights at this moment, and the middle one has not turned on. All of these seven houses can see the red lanterns in the tavern, and it is difficult to see the houses in the back.

If you guessed that, the man surnamed Cheng should live in one of the seven houses.

He guessed right.

At this moment, a man in the small building No. 5 opposite the tavern was standing in front of the window and looking at the tavern. The red light was hanging high on the right side to indicate that a letter was delivered.

This man was exactly the extent to which Lin Hai met. When he saw the lantern hanging, he had already gone downstairs to get the letter, but now he has not moved.

He already knew about Lin Hai and Lin Dalu's arrest. Although he was finally released, his property was taken over by the Military Intelligence Bureau spies, which made him feel dangerous.

He didn't know that Lin Hai and his brothers were trashed and he knew that they were trashing them. He probably explained everything after they whipped them. Fortunately, he didn't meet with his brothers many times and didn't know about him at all. He was confident in this.

Even so, be careful. Your appearance may be explained. This is not a big deal. It is difficult to discover just by covering it up a little.

Be careful, I was curious about who sent him a letter? From here, I can guess that more than one person sent a message to the degree.

I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa to think deeply. My work had to continue, but Lin Hai was useless. Only Hu Bugui could still use it for the time being.

Recently, these spy police have become more fierce, and many people have begun to disagree. The deterrent effect of the Military Control Commission's public murder has emerged, and many people who are controlled have begun to turn against each other. In the long run, the efforts of the past two years will probably be in vain.

He wanted to report it, but he never waited for the order. The two people who died recently made the superiors alert, and were cautious in doing things, and did not dare to make any mistakes.

He can only follow the steps for the time being, no new instructions, only waiting.

Time slowly came to seven o'clock.

Chu Wenhao and others were a little suspicious and speculated that why did the Cheng surname have not come to win the letter for so long? Did he really guess wrong?

It’s not that there was no one who went into the tavern, but that there was no one like Lin Hai told him, and almost the same person did not show up.

When he was irritated, a wonderful song came from the radio. "The End of the World - the Cape - the Minor of the Meditation..." He relaxed when he heard the familiar song.

He is really familiar with it. He has been to Shanghai in his previous life and has been on an isolated island for nearly a year. It is normal for him to know Zhou Xuan, the Golden Swallow.

Thinking of some beautiful scenes, not only the corners of his mouth were rising. He was missing alone, but he heard an advertisement from the radio: "Are you inserting an advertisement below. A man from Lin accidentally lost his child while he was playing in Nan'an District. Please contact Mr. Lin on his own initiative. Let me tell you about the information about the child. The woman, born in eight years old and on June 15th, is 98.4 cm tall, weighs 35 kilograms and 4 taels, and the time of the loss was 9:47 noon. Skin color... Mr. Lin hopes to contact him by phone before twelve o'clock tomorrow. The phone number... Repeat again, female..."

Chu Wenhao didn't take it seriously at first, and the more he listened, the less he felt. He hurriedly asked the boss to come and write down all the numbers on paper. At this time, the singing came again.

If you have any questions, Chu Wenhao looked at the numbers in his hand and thought to himself. Does anyone look for a child like this? Do you need to be so clear about the lost time? This can also be understood as a certificate of recognition in the future.

Your child's weight is 35 pounds and 4 ounces. Is there anyone who reports his weight like this? Are you afraid that the child who comes back will be abused and settle the score with others?

Also, this person is 98.4 cm tall. Do you have to use a ruler to measure whether it is enough or not?

There are definitely problems if there are any problems. Chu Wenhao will be very convinced and pointed out that in Nan'an District, the Japanese are using a password to tell the group members what to do. They will contact them before twelve o'clock, which means something will happen tomorrow at noon.
Chapter completed!