Eleven poured half a test tube of black liquid on Zhang Yue's face, and then his face was completely disfigured under the steaming white gas.

Eleven took Zhang Yue's box and also took away from him the cell phone, the soul gun, and the business cards of all the organizations, as well as a series of things that would determine the identity of the corpse.

He came to a remote place where no one was around, and by the light of the street lamp, he opened the box.

There were a lot of things like formalities and visas in the box, and then there was a large stack of thick bills underneath, neatly arranged.

Eleven made a rough estimate, about 800,000.

If it weren't for the documents and other things on it, the box should be more than a million full.

Along with these documents, there was also a letter, which had been sealed, and on it was written four big words "Wang Yiyi Collection".

Next to it was a small note and a picture of a woman, and Eleven picked it up.

I saw a line of words like this:

"For the sake of my former colleagues, help me lose these documents, and then give this box of money and this letter to this woman, who is at the airport gate.

She doesn't know anything, so please don't hurt her.

I have a special safe in the basement of the organization, the code is 334455, and the contents belong to you.

My room door was unlocked, and it opened with a push.

Trouble bro!"

This note is completely a last word to prevent the unexpected.

Zhang Yue had long realized that she might die on the side of the road to the airport.

——

For the sake of the old feelings, let's just do it according to his future arrangements.

11. Take out all those relevant documents and burn them on the spot.

Then, the woman's picture and the letter were placed in the pocket of his trench coat.

He wore a hood, and the mask was still firmly on his face.

Carrying the suitcase that now only contained money, he walked in the direction of the airport.

At the gate of the airport, he found Wang Yiyi, took out a photo to compare, and made sure that this person was right.

This is a woman about the same age as Zhang Yue, with a modest appearance, average appearance, and luxurious clothes, but it gives people a sense of simplicity that is not commensurate.

To be precise, Wang Yiyi feels more like a diligent worker for Eleven.

As for the good clothes on her body, it was probably just bought for her by Zhang Yue who wanted her to live a good life.

This should be Zhang Yue's wife, except for the role of wife, Eleven can't think of anyone who will make Zhang Yue stupid and leave the white cat.

Although I don't know why he came back from the dead, that's not what Eleven should be concerned about.

"Excuse me, is it Ms. Wang Yiyi?"

Wang Yiyi was walking back and forth in place, looking very anxious.

Eleven's sudden appearance made her stunned for a moment.

"This is given to me by a gentleman, you see, is this you?"

Eleven handed over the photo, and Wang Yiyi took it with some vigilance, after all, there was a masked man in front of him who couldn't see his face clearly, no wonder she was like this.

"It's me, who gave it to you?"

"A gentleman in his thirties, according to him, he is your husband, and it seems that you are Mrs. Wang Yiyi. ”

"What about the others? Why didn't he come?"

Wang Yiyi stretched her neck and looked at the back of Eleven, she only had Zhang Yue in her mind at this time, so her tone was not polite.

"Can you go there with me?" Your husband can't come for a while, so she asked me to bring you a message. ”

Eleven pointed to a no-man's-land not far away, where there were only rows of chairs for people to rest.

Wang Yiyi hesitated, but still followed Eleven.

After arriving, Eleven took out the letter and handed it to Wang Yiyi:

"Your husband asked me to give you this letter and this box, he may not come!"

Under Wang Yiyi's somewhat stunned gaze, Eleven finished speaking.

Wang Yiyi snatched the letter and opened it in front of Eleven.

Soon, the contents of the letter caught her eye.

The content of the letter is very short, just a few lines:

[Stinky woman, just play with you for a few days, do you really think Lao Tzu will want you?]

The beginning of the letter made Wang Yiyi's body tremble, but she still held back her uneasiness and looked at it.

[Lao Tzu told you the truth, Lao Tzu is rich, and he has already begged a beautiful girl during the period of your disappearance.

Look at you again? A yellow-faced woman, if you want to have a figure, you have no figure, you have to have a look.

Do you think Lao Tzu will still like you?

All these years have been evil and amnesia, God knows what kind of neurosis you have.

Lao Tzu is with you these days just to remember the bittersweet and have fun, and now that I've had enough, you should get out of me.

Lao Tzu has a lot of beautiful women around him now, and he doesn't care about you.

By the way, for the sake of the face of the former husband and wife.

I prepared some money for you, just use it as a breakup fee, and don't bother Lao Tzu in the future.

Even if you want to disturb you, you can't find me.

Also, you don't have to worry about the divorce agreement, you have disappeared all these years, and I have already entrusted the relationship to the law.

In the end, go well and don't send it!]

——

The letter ended here, and the whole letter exuded a breath of Chen Shimei's abandonment of his bitter wife at home.

Zhang Yue in the letter disliked, disdained and disdained Wang Yiyi with a vicious attitude.

And Wang Yiyi himself, who read the entire letter, was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

"Impossible, impossible, you tell me, where the hell did my husband go?"

Wang Yiyi came over and grabbed Eleven's hands, and she grabbed them very tightly, as if she was crazy.

Before Eleven could answer, Wang Yiyi's gaze turned to the box in Eleven's hand again.

She snatched it away, then opened it.

"Brush the ......"

Then a large stack of bills fell to the ground.

Seeing the money, Wang Yiyi's eyes immediately turned red, and she already believed it.

"Impossible, impossible!"

She cried as she put the money back in the box, and there was no one else here, so no one paid attention to it.

Wang Yiyi carefully picked up all the money back into the box, then closed it and looked at Eleven.

"What is his expression when he talks to you?"

Wang Yiyi's eyes stared at Eleven to death, and Eleven could see the little expectation and hidden anger in the other party's eyes.

I must have written something bad in the letter.

Eleven thought so, and then replied:

"He looked happy, like he was relieved!"

And with the end of these words, Wang Yiyi's tears fell down in large pieces.

Soon, the eyes were red.

casually wiped it with his hand, and then there was deep anger in his eyes.

"Bastard, negative !!"

Wang Yiyi scolded, and then took out a stack of money from the box and put it into Eleven's hand.

Then, he locked the box and walked out of the airport while wiping tears from his eyes.

Since Zhang Yue didn't come, there is no need to go abroad, Wang Yiyi has no ability to live abroad.

The only thing she can do is to start over with this high breakup fee.

——

Wang Yiyi left, and Eleven picked up the letter she had thrown on the ground.

Just one glance and everything is clear.

For Zhang Yue, it is better to hate someone than to be sad that the deceased is leaving.

——

Maybe that's fine, Eleven thought.

He looked at Wang Yiyi's back, but unexpectedly saw Zhang Yue standing not far in front of Wang Yiyi.

The man was floating in the air, arms outstretched to his wife, who was walking towards him.

Until his wife sobbed through his body, the guy just showed a wry smile.

Then, through the wall, out of the airport, and disappeared from Eleven's sight......

[Zhang Yue: End]