In a border town in the southwest, a small bridge connects the border residents of China and Myanmar.
This is not a port, there is no formal customs, a small bridge is just to facilitate the connection between the town and the opposite village.
There are no important roads here, let alone a transportation hub. There are only two sentries on the bridge.
Sometimes the sentries are useless, because there are not many people coming and going in a day, and after seeing too many people, they all know each other, and they can all call the cats and dogs by their names.
The key is that the transportation here is not developed, and people from outside will not come here.
Similarly, the opposite side is a place with underdeveloped transportation. After crossing the border, there are mountains on the opposite side, and there is only one means of transportation - motorcycles.
No one would choose to cross the border here.
There is no such person in history.
This place is too inconspicuous. Like tens of thousands of border towns, it has no meaning of crossing the border.
Once you have gone there, you have to come back. There is definitely not an escape route there.
Coincidentally, in this town, there is such a person who has been here for nearly a month. He goes back and forth from this bridge almost every day.
He is a small businessman who buys mountain treasures.
The business is very small.
He also looks like a very poor man, and his cigarettes are very ordinary Hongtashan.
The people guarding the bridge were too lazy to take his cigarette.
This man is about 40 years old. Every morning he goes to the town on the other side to buy half a basket of dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots, and he will definitely come back at 11:30 am.
He has been here for nearly a month and is like this almost every day.
He lives in a private inn by the river.
Almost everyone in the town knows him.
They all call him Uncle Zhou.
The town is not big, with a total population of less than 800 people.
Uncle Zhou also brought someone with him. Everyone called her Sister Zhou. She was not beautiful, but just like Uncle Zhou, she was an ordinary businessman.
She is still a little fat.
Mrs. Zhou sometimes crosses the river.
On this day, Uncle Zhou suddenly got a second-hand Yamaha motorcycle. It was very old and dirty, with black engine oil in many places.
There are too many such cars and they are so common that almost every household has them.
There are very few cars here, and even if there are small cars, they are mainly second-hand and shabby cars. Some cars without legal license plates can also be seen here.
There are very few roving prisoners here.
I haven’t seen someone like Uncle Zhou for a long time.
Now, Uncle Zhou has completely integrated into the crowd here.
He goes to the market every morning, watches or plays chess with others on the street in the afternoon, and plays cucurbit flute at the door in the evening.
Everyone says that Lao Zhou is a good and interesting person.
It would be nice if Uncle Zhou read more books. Although he is interesting, it can be seen that he is not an intellectual, just an honest businessman.
He said it himself, he only went to junior high school. Sister Zhou studied even less and graduated from elementary school.
However, it is true that Uncle Zhou is versatile.
When it comes to playing chess, he has almost no opponents in the town, and his chess skills are very good. Almost everyone who plays chess has won against him.
He plays Hulusi very well, and he can compete with several local Hulusi masters.
Sister-in-law Zhou is also a celebrity. She cooks delicious dishes that many people in the neighborhood have tasted.
Uncle Zhou and Sister Zhou use old-age mobile phones, and they are rarely seen making or answering calls.
They seem lonely, but not lonely. Many people like to chat with them all day long.
Uncle Zhou and Sister Zhou speak with Beijing accents.
On this day, the sentries guarding the bridge were replaced by two new people.
However, no one cares because this happens often.
However, some people are a little nervous.
Uncle Zhou is very sensitive to the sentry on the bridge. This is the first time in a month that he has seen the changing of the guard.
Although he also knew that changing guard posts was normal, he was still a little nervous.
The recent rumors have become more and more serious, and he has to be careful.
He tried riding the motorcycle around for a few times, and finally stopped at the end of the bridge.
"New here?"
"Hmm."
"Where are you from?"
"Hexi."
"Where in Hexi Province?"
"Chuanshan."
"Oh, nice place."
"Are you from the capital?"
"Hedong Province, stayed in the capital."
"Doing business here?"
"Go to the opposite side and collect some dry goods."
……
Uncle Zhou chatted for a while and came back.
No clues were found.
However, he was still uneasy, and an uneasiness that was difficult to let go always haunted him.
Although he couldn't find any reason to be uneasy, his arrangements had been very thoughtful. Logically speaking, he would not leave any traces outside.
Uncle Zhou had plastic surgery. A month ago, he had plastic surgery at Antai Hospital. The surgeon was Liu Miqiao, a perfect surgery that could deceive the facial recognition system.
He is Uncle Zhang.
There is no need for him to flee abroad. All his identities are legal.
The names of Uncle Zhou and Zhou Huyang are also real and valid.
He didn't believe there were any loopholes.
Sister-in-law Zhou is also the real Sister-in-law Zhou, and she and the real Zhou Huyang are husband and wife.
Originally, Zhou Huyang, Uncle Zhang, could move anywhere, but for the sake of caution, he chose to settle here.
He has successfully integrated here, and everyone seems to have forgotten that he is a newcomer from out of town. Even when he speaks, Uncle Zhang has almost learned the local dialect.
"Suspicious. Just suspicious."
He comforted himself.
It would be strange not to be suspicious.
From secret channels, he learned about the situation in the capital. Each of his men was arrested, and he was the only one who slipped through the net.
He has created a false impression abroad, and the drama of his escape has been played out long ago. It stands to reason that he can live peacefully here.
Worry is inevitable.
This time, he encountered a strong enemy, a strong enemy that was almost impossible to defeat.
In Shencheng, Uncle Zhang deployed the strongest force and almost succeeded, but failed every time.
Detective, so awesome.
For more than ten years, Uncle Zhang has never failed, but this time, he failed.
There is nothing wrong with his design, the problem lies with his opponent.
The opponent is too powerful, as strong as a mountain and difficult to shake.
"Will he figure out that I'm staying here?"
This kind of worry exists.
Uncle Zhang woke up many times from his dream.
Many doubts.
Ye Lin fell into the trap he designed, but came out quickly, or he stepped into the trap and finally took his leg back.
Also, Ye Lin’s search for evidence is so accurate.
He should be able to deduce it out of thin air, otherwise, there would be no explanation at all.
Will Ye Lin figure out that I am staying here?
Uncle Zhou couldn't sleep, so he got up, stood behind the window, and looked at the street.
No lights on.
It was quiet outside, except for the occasional cat or dog walking by, there was no other sound.
However, it is too quiet.
The quiet air has become still.
Why is it so quiet?
"Stop fooling around!"
He secretly said to himself.
Uncle Zhang is very dissatisfied with his paranoia.
This doesn't look like him.
He was never like this in the past.
This chapter has been completed!