[Those who were tricked into the Republic of China by the system] Daily life of spies

In the morning, the sky is drizzling

At the gate of the Shanghai Post Office, postmen on bicycles and wearing raincoats came out of the post office in groups, arrived at the gate, and rode to their respective delivery areas.

"Jingle Bell……"

One of the postmen rode very fast, as if he couldn't wait.

When the letter was half delivered, the postman was just about to leave the street when an old man with an umbrella chased after him: "Hey, postman, you delivered the wrong letter!"

He was a little anxious in his heart, he exhaled, but he had to stop, he kicked his big feet and turned his head with a smile: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Nong, this address is wrong, it's not from Ala's house!"

When he saw the address, he quickly pulled out a smile: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally mixed it up, I'll look for it for you again!" The road and house number are correct, oh, I got it wrong!

He hastily opened the bag, found out the stacks of letters that had been sorted, and took out one of the stacks.

It’s easy to get confused about these paths. He often made mistakes when he first started doing it. This time has been much better, but today he was a little absent-minded and made mistakes again!

He found a letter from Uncle's family from the stack of letters: "Uncle, this is yours, I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, young man, do a good job." The uncle waved his hand, took the letter and left.

The postman hurriedly got on his bicycle and continued to set off. He was worried about making mistakes and wasting time. He looked at every letter he sent before stuffing it into the mailbox.

Finally, there is only one letter left in my hand!

He came to the place where the letter was delivered, glanced at the closed door, and felt extremely excited.

The owner of this house is not at home, oh, that's not the point, the point is, although the address is written on this letter, the addressee is not the owner of the house!

Therefore, the letter in his hand is probably a secret letter!

He came across such a secret letter not long after he first came to Shanghai, when he was assigned to work in the post office. Unfortunately, because it was the first time he did this kind of work, he didn't understand it. Mystery, the letter has been taken away!

No similar letters have appeared since that address!

He really regretted missing such an excellent opportunity to make meritorious service.

In order not to miss such an opportunity, he spent nearly a month to fully understand the scope of his responsibilities. If he encounters such a letter again, he will definitely catch him!

However, it is a pity that in the past two months, he has never seen such a letter again!

Finally seeing him again today, can he not be excited?

Anyone who uses this method to contact must be a big fish!

It's time for meritorious service!

After throwing the letter in with excitement, he stepped into the car, looked back, and pretended to leave on the bicycle, but when he rode into a remote alley, he immediately threw the car aside and quickly returned to the place just now. He hid in one of the alleys where he could see the mailbox, and stared at the mailbox firmly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He checked the time, pulled down the brim of his hat, turned sideways to block the wind and rain, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth. After a few puffs, he looked in the direction of the mailbox.

He firmly believes that he will be able to see the trustworthy person!

Then as long as you track the address of the other party, you can make a great contribution!

After smoking a cigarette, he didn't see anyone, and when he was about to smoke another one, he suddenly saw a person holding a big black umbrella appearing in the rain, his appearance was very suspicious!

He hurriedly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, leaning his body against the wall, looking at it only from the corner of one eye.

The man looked around vigilantly, took out the key to open the mailbox, took out the letter, glanced at it, put it in his pocket, immediately re-locked the mailbox, and then walked away quickly.

The postman quickly followed.

However, after turning a few alleys, the person disappeared!

idiot!

There are too many lanes here, if you are not careful, you will lose them!

With a curse in his heart, he was anxiously preparing to retreat and go to another road, when he turned around and found a person walking at the intersection.

In the pouring rain, the man was wearing a raincoat, holding a bottle in his hand, staggering, looked at him with drunken eyes, hiccupped, lifted the bottle with a smile and said, "Brother , please drink."

Like an alcoholic.

"Thank you, I won't drink." The postman refused bluntly, he was still in a hurry to find the person who took the secret letter!

He turned and walked away, passing the drunkard.

"Don't rush away." The drunkard stretched out his hand, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, supported his neck with the palm of his hand, and poured wine into his mouth with the bottle in the other hand.

"You... Gulu... who... Gulu... What are you doing... Gulu..." The postman knew that something was wrong, and immediately struggled violently, trying to get rid of the other party's restraint, but unexpectedly discovered that the other party's strength was particularly strong. Big, no matter what he can't break free!

"Oh, what's the hurry, let's talk after drinking!"

Listening to this voice, where is the attitude of a half-drinker?

The postman felt as if he was imprisoned, unable to move. As soon as he opened his mouth, the pungent smell of alcohol was rolling in his mouth, and his throat was burning. He could only swallow passively: "Gulu... ...grunt..."

After drinking a bottle of white wine, the postman felt as if his whole body was on fire, and his mind was a little confused.

Feeling that the other party let go, he struggled and staggered away, but after running for a short time, he felt drunk, his eyes were shaking violently, and he fell to the ground.

Jiang Nansu couldn't help but "tsk tsk" when he saw the person who was writhing like a bug on the road but didn't take half a step forward.

She went up to knock him unconscious with a knife in her hand, and threw him into the space. After finding the postman's bicycle in the alley, she poured the rest of the wine on her clothes, and rode out.

That is, she rides in a very "fan" style, swaying on the road, making people know that she is a drunkard "riding on wine" at a glance!

The car "crooked" all the way to the riverside street.

"Detective, Chief Inspector, that man, look at that man, doesn't he want to commit suicide?"

In a small tavern on the street, there were a few police officers resting their feet. They had just had a meal of grilled chicken offered by the boss to pick their teeth, when they saw a person riding a bicycle rampage over.

"What did you say?" The inspector was about to yell, when he heard a "plop", he immediately stared.

The person who rode past just now really fell all the way into the river!

"Quick, what are you looking at, save people!" The detective rushed out first.

Several other people also hurried out.

"Inspector, it's raining so hard, we haven't seen where he fell from, how can we find him?"

Standing by the river in the rain, several policemen looked at each other in blank dismay.

With this kind of rain, by the time people are fished up, it is probably already cold!

river bottom

Jiang Nansu dragged the postman out of the space and let go, the man thrashed desperately for a while, but his mind was too dazed, he drank a lot of water at once, he struggled a few times, and gradually lost his strength.

Seeing that the person was no longer moving, Jiang Nansu entered the space, changed his postman clothes, and used the passage to get away.