As for what you have in mind, wait until the right opportunity comes before taking action.
"This is the warehouse. Go ahead! You don't need me to lead the way back, right?"
She nodded to the man to prove that it was okay for her to go back.
Then the soldier left without any hesitation.
After all, there are several people watching here, so there is no need to worry about her running away.
The yard is so small, and it looks like a chicken. Where can it run to?
The people in the warehouse ignored her and sat on a stool watching her climb up and down to look through things.
He recorded each item on paper, and then used a ruler to measure the box back and forth.
Finally, I asked them for a beam scale, tied the boxes with ropes, and weighed them one by one.
Time passed quickly as she was busy. The people in the warehouse took turns going out to eat, and no one asked her if she wanted to eat.
In short, no one talked to her and no one paid any attention to her.
It just so happens that I am too lazy to deal with Jiang Cha. We all won’t live long, so why bother pretending?
There is no distinction between strangers and acquaintances among them, only the difference between the living and the dead.
The Japanese had a wide variety of goods, ranging from towels, canned food, biscuits, and candies to lunch boxes, water cups, and loincloths.
These daily necessities were delivered together with a lot of military supplies.
Cotton clothes, quilts, cotton boots, helmets, belts, these winter supplies were shipped in advance as their military reserves.
What was left were boxes of ammunition. I don’t know what they were thinking, but they relied on the Japanese transport team to transport the black gold, while stealing the good stuff for themselves.
With such a style of fleecing the poor, it seems that the people in power are very calculating.
All the money he made went into his pocket. If he did business, he would definitely make a fortune.
There was no light in the warehouse at night, so she could only take the paper back to her room to continue writing and calculating.
No one cared about her. Unlike the strict surveillance in the past few days, the surveillance in the front yard was obviously relaxed today.
When I saw her go back to the room, I no longer felt anyone staring at her. I guess she thought her boss had started assigning work, and as long as she didn't run around, there would be no problem.
Sitting on the chair, Jiang Cha took out a few A4 papers from the space and carefully listed the data collected during the day in a table.
She wrote down the specific numbers for each item on paper and even made a few extra copies to be on the safe side.
Then put it into the space and continue writing and drawing on the notebook.
There are a lot of useful and useless formulas listed, scribbled all over the paper, making it look like a draft.
I didn't turn off the lights and go to bed until almost 11 o'clock in the evening. I am diligent and hardworking.
In the middle of the night, the door of her room made a slight noise, and then someone tiptoed to her bed.
Jiang Cha tried to calm his breathing and focused his mind on the ground in the space, observing the mess on the ground.
After diverting your attention, you will not be nervous and your eyes will not move around due to nervousness.
After staring at her for about five minutes, Jiang Cha's hands and feet began to sweat in the quilt. Just when she could hardly hold on any longer, the man turned around and walked to the desk.
His breathing was still steady, but his eyeballs moved twice.
There was a rustling sound in the darkness, it was very light and it was obvious that he was an old hand at this.
After a while, he turned around and stared at her. Jiang Cha pretended to be naughty and turned over, muttering that he missed his mother!
The portrayal of a mama's boy is very vivid, a 17-year-old boy who calls for his mother when he goes to bed at night.
It would be strange if such a person could make waves!
The people who came in sneered slightly, thinking that they were being too cautious!
This guy is a wimp, nothing but shit!
Jiang Cha pricked up his ears when he heard the door close, then went back to sleep with peace of mind.
The target of my test tonight is the things on her desk. I guess she's worried and wants to come over to check what's on it.
If I'm not mistaken, he must have taken away the page below where she was writing. The rustling sound just now must have been the pencil coloring, so that the handwriting she had written would be clearly visible on the paper.
Because writing will leave marks on the next page, she used this special space paper to guard against it, but she didn't expect that he would actually come to check.
It seems that I have to be more careful when sleeping in the future, especially I must wear pajamas when sleeping.
She didn't want to be seen by others because of her dishonest sleeping posture!
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