Ning Zhiheng returned home and thought it over again and again. Due to various reasons, mainly the inability to gain the organization's trust, he decided to temporarily refrain from contacting the farmer and secretly deliver the news of his death and the wooden box to him. As for joining the organization, he would have to work on it slowly.
Thinking of this, he took out the farmer's portrait, placed it in the iron basin, lit it with a lighter, and watched it turn to ashes.
Then he took another piece of white paper, tore off a strip, took out a fountain pen, and deliberately changed the font. His usual font tended to be regular script, which was slightly elegant, but now he used Song typeface. Because the strokes of this font are relatively rigid, it is difficult to recognize a person's personal style. Even if someone sees the font on this note, they cannot find him by the font.
"Zhang Pei betrayed us, Lu Ming was ambushed and killed on the spot. Be careful and adapt to the situation." Ning Zhiheng hesitated for a moment as he wrote this. How should he sign off? How could he reveal his identity in a way that would make the farmer more convinced of the message he was conveying? After much hesitation, he finally signed off at the end.
"Shadow!" Ning Zhiheng adopted Lu Ming's code name "Shadow," since only the farmer knew this code name, and this signature could show that he knew Lu Ming's true identity.
Ning Zhi deliberately borrowed the brushstrokes of his signature from his previous life for the character "影" (shadow), using a very elegant connected style. This kind of signature is definitely something that no one else can imitate in this era; it's very unique!
Ning Zhiheng placed the note in the wooden box, closed the lid, and waited quietly until it was dark before taking the box and quietly leaving the house.
When we arrived at the Qing Shi Tea House, it was already closed. The dim streetlights had come on.
Ning Zhiheng watched from a distance. Although the tea shop's gate was closed, the lights were still on in the storefront. He had observed it during the day; the Qing Shi Tea Shop had a storefront in the front and residences in the back.
As a liaison point for the underground party, the farmer must have been guarding this place day and night, otherwise what would he do if he couldn't find anyone in an emergency?
He walked around the front shop and came to the back living quarters, which also had a back door and two windows. The windows were dark, indicating that the people inside were still in the front shop and had not yet returned to the back living quarters to rest.
He went to the window, put his ear close, and listened. It was quiet; he didn't hear anything unusual. He took out his dagger and inserted it into the crack in the window. He felt it touch the latch, and gently, little by little, moved the latch. After a while, he felt the dagger loosen in his hand, and the latch opened.
He was overjoyed, gently pushed open the window, and nimbly flipped himself inside. He was now even more agile, and he landed in the room without making a sound.
Despite the darkness, Ning Zhiheng's eyesight was exceptional, allowing him to see without discomfort. His vision was only slightly worse than during the day, but it was still sufficient.
He glanced around, then immediately went to the bedroom next door, tiptoed to the bedside, placed the wooden box next to the pillow, then returned the way he came, climbed out the window, slowly closed the window, and quickly left!
Prying open the window, entering the house, placing it, and leaving—the whole process was swift and efficient, without any hesitation or delay, and so smooth that even Ning Zhiheng himself was somewhat surprised.
He also felt that his skills were more agile than before, and he had more and more control over his body, all thanks to the magical Bodhi seeds.
After a brisk journey, he returned home. This contact with the underground party had finally come to a temporary end. Ning Zhiheng quietly reviewed the entire process, confirming that he had not revealed any flaws in the whole affair, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As evening fell, Xia Deyan sent his employees home, locked the door, and took the account book from the shop, intending to reconcile the accounts. However, he was so troubled that he couldn't calm himself down. He simply threw the account book on the table, put his hands on his forehead, and pressed his temples, trying to calm himself down.
Another day has passed, and Lu Ming still hasn't shown up or contacted him. Knowing Lu Ming as he does, something must have happened. He must report this to his superiors tomorrow; this matter is extremely serious.
Lu Ming was a veteran underground party member who had been lying low for many years. His concealed identity was particularly important, as he was a key pawn that the organization had infiltrated into the Kuomintang's Ministry of Finance. Now that he had met with this unexpected turn of events, it was a major loss for the underground party.
The thought of Lu Ming's uncertain fate filled him with an unbearable sense of unease. How could he possibly let go of his old comrade-in-arms and brother of many years?
Fortunately, having weathered many storms and overcome countless difficulties over the years, he possessed a certain composure. After a long while, he finally calmed down, picked up the account book on the table again, quickly finished calculating the accounts, and returned to his bedroom to rest.
But as soon as he entered the back room, he sensed something was wrong. He always left the bedroom door ajar, but habitually left a shoe-width gap as a marker.
Although the door was still ajar, it was clearly open at a wider angle than when he left, so it couldn't have been blown open by the wind, since the bedroom couldn't be drafted in.
He doesn't usually carry guns, but he does keep a pistol hidden in his bedroom. However, he doesn't dare to go in rashly now. If someone is hiding inside, and the enemy is in the dark, he could easily be ambushed.
He quietly turned and went to the kitchen, picked up a cleaver from the cutting board, and rushed back to the bedroom door. He waited quietly outside the door. Now it was time to test his patience. If the person inside hadn't left, he would stay there and wait for them to come out and ambush him.
He waited outside the door for a full twenty minutes, listening carefully but finding no sound from inside the bedroom. It seemed he had discovered it too late; the person inside had already left before he returned.
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