After drinking good wine, Zhou Zhihan left the old cowboy's hotel. The person had already borrowed it and could take it out for use at any time.

But the old cowboy is very curious about how to use it, Sarah Palin is very envious, and Ganty Duff is very looking forward to it.

Zhou Zhihan is generous and easy to get along with. He is a little mean and not artificial, and he is very fond of the old cowboy's temper.

This is how people are. Two people can pee in a pot, and everything is easy to do. Two people have different tempers and don’t like each other. They have to smash anything they do.

It was already 8:30 after leaving the old cowboy. More than ten minutes later, Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle to Bruce Street and passed by the door of Villa No. 21 as if nothing had happened.

The entire villa No. 21 was pitch black, and there was no cordon around the house. There were lights on in the houses of several families next door. From the windows, you could see the housewives in the house cleaning housework and walking back and forth.

Zhou Zhihan has excellent eyesight. He could see that there were no secret sentries around Villa No. 21. This means that the police have closed the case and He Ningyu died of gas poisoning, so he ruled out the killing.

The reason why Zhou Zhihan could infer that the police had concluded that He Ningyu died of gas poisoning was that he had one of the most important reasons, that is, the neighbors on both sides of Villa No. 21 lived a normal life as usual.

If the police suspect that He Ningyu died of homicide, for safety reasons, the police will definitely evacuate residents in several houses near the haunted house. Before the case is solved, at least the last two days will be set up around He Ningyu's house to protect the murder scene.

He Ningyu died of gas poisoning, and her neighbors' lives would not be affected too much, but if it was a murder case, her neighbors would be frightened. God knows whether the murderer would wander around here.

Zhou Zhihan rode his bike around the bush. When he turned, he used his light to make sure that no one was following him. He rode his bike to the suburbs where gold was hidden, climbed up the tree, took out the gold, put it in his backpack, and then rode his bicycle to the Chinese and Overseas Chinese Association.

It's half past ten o'clock in the evening.

More than an hour later, Zhou Zhihan came to the vicinity of the Chinese Overseas Chinese Association and saw the association's door closed from a distance.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and the shadows on both sides of the street were dark and there were no pedestrians on the street.

There are occasional barking of dogs in the distance or not.

At this time, in most small counties or rural areas in China, at night, whenever there is a little movement, the dogs in the village and the streets will bark.

Zhou Zhihan first observed in a dark place for four or five minutes, and confirmed that there was no one nearby. He quietly followed the shadows left by the shops on both sides of the street and slowly approached the Chinese Association. He could not walk through the gate and had to climb over a wall more than three meters high.

For ordinary people, climbing over a wall that is more than three meters high is difficult to climb up without a ladder, but for Zhou Zhihan, it is a piece of cake.

He had observed during the day that there was no glass shredded on the walls of the association yard, nor did there be any wall thorns made of sharpened bamboo.

Zhou Zhihan's eyesight, hearing, and perception of the surrounding environment at this time have long since become different. Within dozens of meters, as long as there are strange movements, he will definitely not be able to hide his ears.

During this period in the United States, Chinatown was basically closed after six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Moreover, after six or seven o'clock, no guests came to the door.

Many Chinese and overseas Chinese still adhere to the living habits left by their ancestors, especially those who open shops and do business. They wake up early in the morning and eat some leftovers from last night at will. They can just have something to fill their stomachs at noon. At night, they cook a sumptuous dinner, and the whole family gathers together to have a meal and chat, and have fun.

Another important reason is that at this time, the social status of Chinese and overseas Chinese in the United States was not high, and the security in this area was not very good. So after six or seven o'clock, most stores closed early, closed the doors and windows, and never went out casually without any trouble.

It was late at night and there were only a few lights that were exposed from the closed shops on both sides of the street. The entire Chinatown was deserted and there was no one figure.

Zhou Zhihan's vigilance was mobilized. He felt that walking like this at night was a little stimulating. At this moment, he felt that he had become the characters in the film and television dramas with flying eaves and walls.

He suddenly remembered the Yan Shuangying Hero.

I guess there are no bullets in your gun...

I hate others pointing guns at me the most...

I guess you dare not shoot, because you know, there is still a glimmer of hope if you don't shoot...

Thinking of the unparalleled lines of Yan Daxia, Zhou Zhihan suddenly felt very missed. He chuckled and saw that there was no one on both sides. He took a few steps back and helped him run forward. He jumped up his left foot gently, stepped on the wall and kicked his left hand, put his left hand on the wall without making any sound. He lay on the wall, listening quietly.

The yard was quiet and the room was pitch black.

Confirm that there was no one in the yard, Zhou Zhihan whispered into the yard, pushed open the door of the back room, and placed the gold on the table, but he immediately felt that his approach was inappropriate.

The Chinese and Overseas Chinese Association is where Chinese gather together. Apart from a few office desks and chairs, a stove for boiling water and a water bottle, there is nothing valuable, and thieves will not come to visit.

Now if the gold is placed on the table, God knows who will be the first to open the door tomorrow morning and whether it will embezzle the gold.

Zhou Zhihan could not protect him for a night, and it was unrealistic to see that the gold would leave safely tomorrow.

In the face of huge wealth, people's hearts are unpredictable, and human nature is born with greed. When the amount of wealth exceeds a person's bottom line of public morality, public morality will be defeated in the face of greed.

Zhou Zhihan felt that his previous thoughts were too naive, which may have something to do with reading too many martial arts novels in the past. When the hero who robbed the rich and helped the poor put gold and silver at the door of the poor, he never thought about whether he would be taken away by the passers-by.

Zhou Zhihan smiled foolishly. He was indeed not considering it. From the current point of view, it was very inappropriate to just put gold here like this.

These golds are crucial to whether the 11 P26 fighters can be transported back to China as soon as possible.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan actually felt that these golds were getting hot.

It’s so dark that you can’t just put gold here like this, worrying that it will be lost.

I sent it here during the day, but I was worried that someone would find it.

Zhou Zhihan struggled for a few seconds, but decided to take the gold away and send it to him at the right time.

Yes, when the Chinese and overseas Chinese gathered again, they sent it over during the day, found a half-year-old child, gave him a few dollars, wrapped the gold into a book, and attached a donation note to the child send it in and opened it in full view of everyone, so that it would be foolproof.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhihan put the gold back in his bag and carried it. After hearing that there was no movement outside for a while, he got upstairs and lying still. After a while, he was about to climb out of the wall, suddenly, he heard a few extremely light footsteps more than 20 meters away and walked towards him.

Zhou Zhihan lay on the wall and stood still. As long as someone came here, he could quietly enter the courtyard wall and leave from the other side of the yard.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and then the three figures walked towards this side along the shadows of the shops on both sides. When they arrived at the Sanchao Road intersection, they stood quietly in the shadows. After a few minutes, they followed the intersection to the northwest.

Looking at the backs of these three people, Zhou Zhihan recognized them, and they were the three Japanese students I met in the Old Cowboy Hotel this afternoon.

At this time, what do these three Japanese students want to do when they come to Chinatown?

If these three people only look at their appearance and don't speak, they can't tell that they are Japanese.

Zhou Zhihan jumped off the wall gently and followed from afar.

Suddenly, the three people in front disappeared in front of a small building.

Zhou Zhihan followed him silently and looked at Xiaolou. While he took a breath, he was very upset about his lack of experience.

Because this small building is the small restaurant where he drank with Huang Xinrui and Huang Panyang today.
Chapter completed!