Song Jin waited until dark before arriving at Han Cheng's residence, moving around hidden in the space.
This old guy must be very afraid of death. He lives in such a big courtyard, and there is a patrolman almost every ten steps from the gate.
For a moment, Song Jin thought he had arrived in ancient times and entered a royal palace with countless guards armed with swords.
…………
No wonder no one could find any evidence against him. With so many people under his wing, no one else could even get through this door. Fortunately, she was there.
This is a courtyard house with five entrances. Song Jin searched for almost an hour before he found Mr. Han, who was well-known to everyone in the city, in a room in the third courtyard.
"Wow, what a trick Mr. Han is playing with."
There was an old man in his fifties in the room. He had a long scar running from his brow above his left eye, across his nose, and down to near his right ear.
He really looks like a ruthless person. The scar is scary enough.
At this time, Scar's owner was playing poker with three women on the bed.
You read that right, three.
Song Jin saw that everyone was busy for him, taking care of this and that, using both his hands and feet.
Then let him be busy first, and she will go find some good stuff first.
Since you are here, you can’t come for nothing.
Song Jin looked at the time on his watch. It was half past nine in the evening.
She went straight to the last courtyard. It seemed that no one lived there and the rooms were empty, but she still swept them one by one.
Very good, no hair at all.
There was no one living there and no one was planning to live there. Not even a straw mat or a quilt could be found.
The fourth time she entered the yard, there were eight rooms inside. She finally found more than a dozen quilts, some kitchen supplies, pots and pans, bacon and sausages, all of which she put into the space. There were also more than a thousand pieces of miscellaneous items, which she put away separately. She used her consciousness to control the rest and directly brought them to the door of her staff dormitory.
Song Jinshou was happy, but the people in the space were not at all calm when they saw the things falling from the sky after a while. The fairy lady was afraid that they would be cold and hungry.
Touched, sob...
The third time he entered the yard, Song Jin found Han Cheng's study.
From the secret compartment behind the bookshelf, I found the deed to this courtyard house. The owner was a man named Ouyang Hai. Put it away.
Afterwards, there was a list and an account book. Song Jin flipped through it and found that this was his annual account book of social interactions. The name that appeared most frequently in it was Huang Aiguo, and the amount of money given to him each time was also the largest. The first amount he flipped through was 100,000.
This was the 1970s, and 100,000 yuan was a sky-high price at that time.
It seems that this Huang Aiguo is the military district division commander.
Continuing to look through the account book, wow, this old guy must be super rich. In addition to money, he also gave away yellow croakers and a golden Buddha head. He was a beggar and a gangster, but he had so many antiques and valuables, which must have been robbed from other people's homes.
It's rare that someone has enough brains to keep these things.
Song Jin put all the account books and some letters into the space and continued searching.
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Four hours later, the entire house was empty.
I looked at the time, it was two in the morning, still early.
Let’s take stock of the results first.
When Song Jin collected the things, she just waved her hand and put them all in. She had no idea how many things there were.
I was shocked when I counted them now.
There are five large boxes of Everbright United, all stored in rolls. The preliminary estimate is that there should be about 800,000 yuan.
I didn't count the change in detail, but I estimate there was more than 10,000 yuan.
Twenty boxes of large yellow croakers, fifty boxes of small yellow croakers, sixteen boxes of golden peanuts and golden melon seeds, and a box of little golden pigs. Song Jin loves these things so much.
She had only seen this thing on TV in period dramas before, and she had never thought she would see it in person. Oh, now it wasn't just seeing it in person, it was actually holding it in her own hands.
There are more than 30 boxes of antique vases, calligraphy and paintings. I don’t understand the Song brocade, but it must be valuable since it can be placed together with the yellow croaker.
There are still a few boxes of Yuan Datou, the big black ten that was used before, and five boxes of RMB with a face value of 50,000 yuan used in the 1950s.
Pearls, jadeite, agate, diamonds, night-shining pearls, things he had seen and things he had not seen before, Song Jin was really enlightened.
By the time he got to the last ten boxes, Song Jin's hands were shaking a little as he opened them.
Excitement plus tiredness, pain and happiness.
When they opened it, they found that there were ten boxes of weapons.
Four boxes of pistols, two boxes of sniper rifles, three boxes of grenades, and the last box...
A radio station.
How did Song Jin know him? I don’t know him.
But it's just intuition.
Han Cheng is not a simple person, but I don’t know whether his protector can escape unscathed.
That shouldn't be possible.
Without further ado, Song Jin appeared and gave Han Cheng and his three young wives each an injection of anesthetic, then started beating Han Cheng. He only stopped after making sure that Han Cheng's hands and feet were broken but his life was not in danger.
There's nothing we can do. We're patriots. We can't stand it. We absolutely can't stand it.
Before leaving, I saw a bottle of wine on the table, next to it was a wine glass with some powder in it.
Song Jin then realized that this was the reason why Han Cheng was still strong despite his old age.
He picked up the wine glass and filled it with wine, then went to a house in the second courtyard as if he was familiar with the place. When he was sweeping the front, he saw Han Miaomiao sleeping soundly there.
I pulled Han Miaomiao up and forced her to drink, but she didn't wake up. That's great, God must be helping her.
“Cough cough cough cough…”
Han Miaomiao was choked awake
Song Jin went out and knocked out a few guards. She had carefully selected six of them, and they were very ugly.
They used the space to sneak into Han Miaomiao's room, picked up the bottle of wine and took two sips each.
Nine people in space...
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