Early the next morning, the streets began to be cleared.
On Twelfth Avenue in the inner city, except for some large shops with backgrounds that are still open, small businesses have long since closed.
The streets are full of mounted guards and patrols, and there are almost no pedestrians. If you really need to go out in an emergency, you will only pass through secluded alleys.
The guy was familiar with this route. After passing through several alleys, he crossed the bridge and arrived at a large inn on the other side of the lake.
A waiter at this inn didn't recognize him, but because they had the same profession, we were able to chat quickly.
Mentioning Lin Qingfeng, the waiter nodded: "Here she is, what do you want from her?"
The waiter smiled and said: "It's not that I have anything to do with her, it's that I met a man who insisted that I give this to her."
As he said this, the boy took out a small baggage in his hand.
The waiter took it doubtfully and opened the baggage, which contained a letter and a small box.
"What's in here?"
"I don't know. Anyway, just help me pass it over. Here are you." The man said and took out a few copper plates.
The waiter was afraid of being seen by the shopkeeper, so he hurriedly took it and said in a low voice: "How about a reward?"
"At times like this, who would be willing to run out without a reward?" said the waiter.
"But I still have to ask clearly, what kind of man gave it to you?" the waiter said solemnly.
The waiter stretched out his hand and gestured: "Taller than me, stronger than me, looks like a martial arts hero, looks mighty and bold, about thirty years old."
"Do you know the name?"
The clerk shook his head: "I don't know, but he said that after Lin Qingfeng reads the letter, she will recognize it."
"Okay." The waiter nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Then I'll go talk to her."
"Uh-huh."
The waiter took the small bundle and went upstairs.
The little maid took the baggage and weighed it. It was a little heavy.
The waiter told the waiter everything he said.
The little maid nodded: "Okay, I understand."
Seeing that the waiter was still looking at the baggage, the little maid hurriedly closed the door.
Lin Qingfeng stood by the window, looking at the huge lake.
In the past, there would be many boats or fishing boats on the lake, but now it is particularly quiet. The lake is a pool of clear blue water, with the occasional morning breeze blowing up and causing ripples in patches.
The little maid handed over the bundle and conveyed what she had heard.
Lin Qingfeng opened the package and found her name and the word "personally express" written on the outside of the envelope.
Looking at this word, Lin Qingfeng was stunned for a moment.
The little maid looked over and said, "What a handsome calligraphy!"
Lin Qingfeng glanced at her, said nothing, and opened the envelope.
As he read the words line by line, Lin Qingfeng's face became increasingly ugly.
When she saw the end, she crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and said angrily: "It's too much to bully someone!"
The little maid didn't dare to say anything and looked at her with her eyes open.
Lin Qingfeng turned around at this time and snatched the box from the little maid's hand.
The box was not light, but Lin Qingfeng studied it for a long time but didn't know how to open it.
"Take it," Lin Qingfeng handed the box to the little maid, "see how to open it."
"Oh..." The little maid reached out and took it.
Lin Qingfeng picked up the letter on the ground again, smoothed the crumpled letter paper, and walked towards a calligraphy and painting hanging behind the screen.
The calligraphy and painting were carved from the stone tablet with Xia Wenshan's inscription. She looked at the words on the letter paper, and then looked up at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.
Stroke after stroke, stroke after stroke, stroke after stroke, everything is the same.
Lin Qingfeng lowered his hands, his head a little confused.
"Yeah, it's open." said the little maid.
Lin Qingfeng did not move and said: "Send it over."
When the little maid came closer, she realized that the box was not opened in a regular way, but from the diagonal side.
The box contains a small white porcelain bottle and two small curtains.
When Lin Qingfeng saw this familiar white porcelain vial, he could even hear the sound of grinding his teeth.
The white porcelain vial contained Diborneol Sichuan Qiong Pills, which she had purchased in large quantities earlier and placed in Chen Baidao's warehouse.
She took out her handkerchief, wrapped it in the handkerchief and picked up the small wooden box. Inside the small wooden box was an ointment for external application that she had also purchased.
She also opened another wooden box, and her face turned completely pale when she saw the contents inside. It was Wu Jin.
When the little maid saw this, she was dumbfounded. She covered her mouth with her hand and said softly: "Miss, who is this person and why did he send these? He, he knows everything we do?"
"Do you still remember that little boy from before?" Lin Qingfeng asked.
The little maid nodded, of course she would remember it, how could she forget.
"The person who delivered the letter is talking about a tall and strong man?" Lin Qingfeng asked again.
"Could it be that that boy is his?"
Lin Qingfeng laughed angrily: "The letter ordered me to list the names of the drug dealers in the capital to him."
"A drug dealer in the capital?" The little maid wondered, "Why is this? If he really knows so many things about us, he should also know about the drug dealers in the capital, right?"
"Every business has two sides, one is light and the other is dark," Lin Qingfeng looked at the words on the wall and said, "What he wants is the dark side of the black market, and maybe he is testing me."
"Test... are you loyal?" the little maid asked.
Lin Qingfeng frowned and looked over angrily: "What is loyalty? What is the relationship between this person and me, so he wants me to be loyal to him? Am I his slave? Loyal?"
Lin Qingfeng has always had a good temper and rarely gets angry like this. The little maid hurriedly lowered her head: "I said the wrong thing, miss."
Lin Qingfeng withdrew his gaze coldly and looked at the contents of the box over there.
The warehouse on Chenbaidao was guarded by Luo Da and Liu Cheng. They had about twenty men. With so many pairs of eyes staring at it, how could they let someone take this thing out?
Moreover, looking at the current situation, it seems that Luo Da and Liu Cheng don't know that the warehouse they are guarding has been entered, otherwise they would have come to find her long ago.
Thinking about it, Lin Qingfeng felt a little worried.
She packed up the things in the box, burned the letter, gave the little maid a few instructions, turned around and walked outside.
This is just the beginning, I believe this person will have more demands in the future.
If the handle is in someone else's hand, she will become a marionette. As time goes on, she will become more and more incapable of controlling herself. She has to find a way to break away immediately.
The source of all the trouble was in the warehouse over there, but she just couldn't figure out how this person found the warehouse on Chenbai Avenue, how he took out the medicine under the noses of so many people, and what's more,
That Wujin...
Who is it?
Why target her?
When did you target her?
Even more, how much does this person know about her?
Lin Qingfeng felt a chill on his back, and when he thought of the little boy he saw in front of the house that day, the chill became more and more serious.
