Evil Awe-Inspiring

It must be said that the airport in Hanoi is still very beautiful. This is a new airport that has just been built. After all, it is a national capital airport. The airport in Hanoi is said to be able to receive four million tourists at a cost of up to 100 million US dollars.

We stopped a taxi from Xialong Bay and went straight to the airport. It was late at night when we arrived.

The earliest flight ticket was purchased at the airport and flew directly to Canada. But the plane had to wait until early in the morning to take off. It was a veritable "red-eye flight."

Siro and I found a cafe in the airport and sat down, ready to take a break. When I went to the bathroom halfway, I took out the paper ball that the fat man finally gave me.

It's not that I didn't believe Siro and deliberately hid him.

I absolutely trust my brother Siro! But the fat man quietly gave me this thing, and the fat man naturally has his reason for doing so.

I was locked in a small cubicle in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, and carefully spread out the paper ball.

This is a letter.

The handwriting is a bit hasty:

"The big circle now is not the big circle of the past. Little five, hello. You are now outside. You can choose by yourself. Maybe you can choose an airplane from Hanoi. "

I froze, silently read the note again, and then sat there, feeling inexplicable in my heart.

Recalling on the ship's deck, the fat man said to me: "Don't follow Tiger's old path."

Now looking at the note in my hand, the meaning in that sentence is almost ready!

It seems that the fat man is also very dissatisfied with some things of Yaye. He didn't all hate the traitor for Tiger's end, but there was a bit of sorrow and sadness ...

He told me not to return to Canada. While you're outside, go anywhere, and leave the Canadian circle!

I was about to throw away the note, and suddenly saw the writing on the reverse side again, and glanced briefly. I found a few numbers on it, and a small line on the bottom: "Airport lockers."

I stood up, took out the lighter and burned the note to ashes, then threw it into the toilet, watching the green smoke rising slowly, I flushed the water, then pushed the door and went out.

Outside, an airport staff walked in, and he glanced at me, and seemed to smell the smoke in the air. He hesitated, and politely said to me in English, "Sir, please don't smoke in the bathroom, there is a smoking room not far from the left."

I smiled at him and came out.

I was at a loss, but after thinking about it, I went directly to the storage box at the airport.

Along the sign above my head, I quickly walked to the right corner of the airport lobby. Here are rows of storage boxes. Happy to play this storage box is specially prepared for some travelers. A variety of items are stored for a fee and can be stored for a long period of time. As long as you are willing to pay for it.

I looked at the staff next to me, two young girls.

One of the major characteristics of Hanoi Airport is that many of the airport staff here are wearing Vietnamese national costumes, especially girls, all wearing Vietnamese national gowns. This kind of clothes is a bit like a Chinese cheongsam, but the fork is very high. Until the waist ... But unfortunately, people are wearing trousers underneath.

All in all, this cut to the local style can well reflect a person's figure. Two nice young girls smiled at me, I smiled back, and walked directly to the rows of storage boxes, looking for the number left by the fat man.

This is a password box. I clicked the password above and clicked. The box opened and inside was a small leather bag.

I looked around and took out my bag and closed the box. Going to the front, the two crew girl suddenly called me.

"Sir." One of them spoke in English. Although it was a bit blunt, I could understand: "Thank you for leaving the bill on the bag, we need to register."

I froze a bit, and sure enough I saw a small sticker on the purse with a line of code on it. I smiled and tore it off and gave it to the staff.

When I walked to nowhere, I squeezed the purse. There seemed to be not much inside, but it seemed to be a pile of things. As soon as I was in my heart, I found a Bailuo, but just opened it slightly, glanced quickly, and quickly zipped up again.

USD! !!

There is a stack of dollars in this small purse. It seems that this stack should be a whole ten thousand dollars.

Why do fat men store $ 10,000 in cash in places like airports?

I know, generally speaking, this kind of storage box at the airport only charges according to the number of days. For long-term storage, a fixed payment is required to be paid to the airport. Only some tourists with a lot of luggage will temporarily store things that do not need to be carried at the airport ...

But I immediately thought of the answer:

This cash is probably here for fat people, and it is used for emergency!

Think of the main job of fat people, is to help people run away! And the cunning of the fat man's character ...

Honestly, I suspect that this fat man may have this kind of spare emergency cash stored in many large airports in Southeast Asia!

In the event of unforeseen circumstances, it is inevitable that everyone will encounter bad luck. In particular, people walking in the underworld will inevitably need to run when encountering danger. In many cases, they have to run hurriedly, and it is very troublesome to not bring their tolls.

Obviously, this is the Three Caves of Fat Rabbit ... No, he is more than just "Three Caves"!

If ... at the major airports in Southeast Asia, the fat man has made such a storage box ... then this is a big pen! No wonder the fat man is so proficient at running!

but……

I really follow the fat man's advice, don't I go back to Canada?

Obviously not!

I know that the fat man was very disappointed in the way of the eighth Lord through the incident of Tiger, because he and I first introduced me to Canada, but now he is regretful. So advise me to leave.

But can I leave?

I smiled and sighed secretly: Fat, you still don't know me enough ...

If ... if my little five was willing to live in that kind of world, why would I have had a life of ninety and had a hard time crossing the sea to Canada? If I would find a place to hide like a mouse for the rest of my life ... then the vow I made. Is it farting?

Canada is not paradise?

It really isn't! But even if it's **** ... isn't it right for me!

I squeezed the money in the purse. I am naturally grateful for the kindness of the fat man, but I cannot help but go back ...

And, Qiao Qiao is still waiting for me in the garage! Even if nothing else, how can I throw Jojo there?

After thinking about it, I am going to put the money back. But I walked back to the storage box and I turned around again.

Just because I saw someone going through the storage process ... everything that has been stored has to be checked! Although the staff will not open your suitcase and look at it, there is that kind of light.

If they find out that there are so many dollars in cash in my bag. It will definitely cause trouble.

Obviously, the lockers at the airport can't be used to store anything ... Otherwise, wouldn't it be easy if a terrorist hid a bomb here?

The fat man could have put ten thousand dollars here, I'm afraid it was because he had a special way.

I don't have the ability of a fat man. After thinking about it, I can only take this money with me.

Although I am grateful for the good intentions of the fat man, I will not follow the advice of the fat man.

I went back to the cafe and saw Siro sitting there in a daze.

"Why did it take so long." Siro saw me. Sigh of relief: "I thought you fell into the toilet."

I smiled: "Nothing, just walk around."

Sit again for a while. Seeing that it was almost time, Siro and I got up to go to security.

I hesitated during the security check. After all, I brought $ 10,000 with me. So I bought a few books and magazines, put them in my bag, big and small, and put them with the money. The security check passed easily.

As for the gun ... we have long been thrown on the fat ship.

We rested for a few hours in the lounge and finally waited until we started boarding. Siro and I slowly lined up behind. At midnight, not many passengers. We flew on a North American airline.

When I lined up, I suddenly felt in my heart and suddenly remembered that I was outside and saw the airport staff and the Vietnamese national costumes worn by the girls. It was good to play with clothes that looked like cheongsam. I remembered that Qiao Qiao was still waiting for me at home. I woke up. Decided to buy a set to give Jojo as a gift.

Anyway, I went out once and went back and offered some offerings to Miss Qiao. When Miss Qiao was happy, my life would be better in the future.

Thinking of this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I looked at the time, there are ten minutes, there is a Vietnamese folk souvenir shop less than twenty meters to the left. It was our turn to board the plane. I asked Siro to go ahead. I told him that I would buy something and give it back to a friend. Siro immediately noticed, smiled at me, and went with the boarding pass.

I turned and walked quickly towards the folk souvenir shop. Time was running out, and I ran there quickly, just to see a dress hanging in the store, the style I wanted. I pointed to the staff inside, and then communicated with him in English.

But unfortunately, the English of this staff member is very bad. It took me a lot of words to understand what he meant. When he turned around and brought me clothes, I casually looked at some crafts around me, as well as things like horn combs. I picked it up and took a look, whistling boring ...

Suddenly, a figure was reflected on the counter glass next to me ...

The figure quickly walked past me, and my heart moved!

I actually knew this person! That female killer under Tiger ...

That stripper!