It must be said that the airport in Hanoi is still beautiful. This is a new airport that has just been built, after all, it is the capital airport of a country, and Hanoi's airport is said to be able to handle four million tourists at a cost of up to $100 million.

We flagged down a taxi from Chalonwan and went straight to the airport and it was late at night when we arrived.

I bought the first flight ticket at the airport and flew directly to Canada. But the plane can't take off until the early hours of the morning, and it's a veritable "red-eye flight".

Ciro and I found a café at the airport and sat down to get ready to rest for a while. When I went to the toilet halfway, I took out the paper ball that the fat man gave me at the end of my pocket from my pocket.

It's not that I can't trust Ciro and deliberately hide it from him.

I absolutely trust my brother Ciro! But the fat man quietly handed over this thing to me, and the fat man naturally had his reasons for doing this.

I was in the bathroom, locked myself in a cubicle, sat down on the flush toilet, and carefully unfolded the paper ball.

Here's a letter.

The handwriting is somewhat hasty:

"The big circle now is no longer the big circle of the past. Little five, you are so self-conscious. You are out now, you can choose by yourself, maybe choose any plane from Hanoi, the sky is north, the world is big, you can go! ”

I was stunned, silently read the note again, and then sat there, feeling a little indescribable.

I recall what the fat man said to me on the deck of the ship: "Don't go the old way of Tiger." ”

Now looking at the note in his hand, the meaning of that sentence is simply out of the way!

It seems that the fat man is also very dissatisfied with some things about the eighth master. His fate for Tiger is not all hatred for traitors, but some sadness for the death of rabbits and foxes......

He told me not to go back to Canada. Take advantage of the people outside, go out and go anywhere, and then get out of that circle in Canada!

I was about to throw away the note, when suddenly I saw the handwriting on the reverse side again, and glanced at it briefly. It was found that there were several numbers on it, and a small line underneath: "Airport Storage Box." ”

I stood up, took out my lighter and burned the note to ashes, then threw it into the toilet bowl, watched the puff of green smoke slowly rise, flushed the water, and pushed the door open.

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

I smiled at him and walked out.

I was a little dazed, but after thinking about it, I went straight to the storage box at the airport.

Following the overhead signage, I quickly walked to the right corner of the airport lobby, where there were rows of storage bins. This kind of storage box is specially prepared for some travelers. There are a lot of items that can be stored for a long period of time for a fee. As long as you're willing to spend money on it.

I took a look at the staff next to me and it was two young girls.

One of the great features of Hanoi Airport is that many of the airport staff here are wearing Vietnamese national costumes, especially girls, who are wearing Vietnamese national gowns, which are a bit like Chinese cheongsam, but with high slits and slits. up to the waist...... But unfortunately, people are wearing trousers underneath.

In general, this kind of cut is a local style, which can reflect the human figure very well. Two nice young girls smiled at me, smiled back, and then walked over to the rows of storage boxes and looked for the number left by the fat man.

It's a lockbox, I pressed the password on it, and it snapped. The box was opened, and inside was a small leather bag.

I looked left and right, then took out my purse and closed the box. When I walked to the front, two crew girls suddenly called out to me.

"Sir." One of them spoke, speaking in English, a little stiff, but I could understand: "Please leave the ticket on the bag, we need to register." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and sure enough, I saw a small sticker sticker on the leather bag, and a line of code on it. I smiled, tore it off and handed it to the staff.

Walking to no one's place, I pinched the leather bag, which didn't seem to have much in it, it seemed to be a stack of things. My heart moved, I found a Bailuo, just gently opened a corner, glanced at it quickly, and quickly closed the zipper.

Dollar!!

Inside this small leather bag was a stack of dollars, and on the lookout of it, it should be a full $10,000.

Why would a fat man store $10,000 in cash in a place like an airport?

I know that, in general, this kind of storage box at the airport is only charged by the number of days. For long-term storage, you need to pay a fixed amount of money to the airport. Only some tourists with a lot of luggage will temporarily store some things that do not need to be carried at the airport......

But I immediately thought of the answer:

This cash is probably stored here by the fat man, for emergency use!

I think of the fat man's main job, which is to help people run away! And the cunning of the fat man's xìng grid......

To be honest, I suspect that this fat man probably has this kind of stockpiled spare emergency cash at many big airports in Southeast Asia!

There are unforeseen circumstances, and everyone will inevitably encounter a time of bad luck. Especially for people walking in the underworld, it is inevitable that they need to run away when they encounter danger, and many times they run in a hurry, and it is very troublesome to not bring enough money on their bodies.

Obviously, the fat man is a cunning rabbit...... No, he doesn't just have "three caves"!

If...... At major airports in Southeast Asia, fat people have made such a storage box...... That's a big deal! It's no wonder that the fat man is so jīng tong for the ability to run!

But......

Did I really follow the fat man's advice and not go back to Canada?

Apparently not!

I know that the fat man is very disappointed in the eighth master's behavior through this Tiger incident, because I have a relationship with him, and he introduced me to Canada at the beginning, and now he is probably a little regretful. So persuade me to leave.

But can I leave?

I smiled and sighed in my heart: Fatty, you still don't know me well enough......

If...... If I was willing to live that kind of wandering world, why did I have to cross the sea to Canada in the first place? If I would find a place to hide like a rat and live the rest of my life...... So the oath I made at the beginning. Is it just a fart?

Isn't Canada a paradise?

Not really! But even if it's hell...... Wouldn't it be just right for me?

I pinched the money in my purse. I am naturally grateful for the fat man's kindness, but I can't help but go back......

And Jojo is still waiting for me in the garage! If not for anything else, how could I leave Jojo there?

After thinking about it, I was ready to put the money back. But when I walked back to the storage box, I turned around and went back.

Just because I saw someone going through the storage procedures...... Everything that is stored must be inspected! Although the staff won't open your box and look through it, there is that kind of x-ray shè.

If they find out, I have so much cash in my bag. It's going to get in trouble.

Obviously, airport lockers are not just for everything...... Otherwise, wouldn't it be too easy for terrorists to hide a bomb here?

Originally, the fat man was able to put $10,000 here, probably because he had a special way.

I don't have the kind of ability of a fat man, so after thinking about it, I can only keep this money by my side.

Although I am grateful for the kindness of the fat man, I will not do what the fat man suggests.

I went back to the café and saw Ciro sitting there in a daze.

"How did it take so long?" Ciro saw me. Breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you fell into the toilet." ”

I smiled: "It's nothing, just take a casual stroll." ”

I sat down for a while. Seeing that the time was almost up, Ciro and I got up and went to the security check.

I was a little hesitant at the security check, after all, I had $10,000 with me. So I bought a few books and magazines, put them in my bag, put them together with the money, and passed through the security check easily.

As for the gun...... We would have been thrown on the fat man's boat a long time ago.

We rested in the lounge for a few hours and finally waited for boarding to begin. Ciro and I slowly lined up in the back. Flights in the middle of the night, there are not many passengers. We were flying on a North American airline.

When queuing, I suddenly felt in my heart, and suddenly remembered that I was outside just now, and I saw the staff at the airport, and the Vietnamese national costumes worn by those girls. I was on a whim. Decided to buy a set to give to Jojo as a gift.

I went out once, and went back to offer some offerings to Miss Qiao, and Miss Qiao was happy, and my future rìzi will be better.

Thinking of this, I looked at the time, and there were still ten minutes, and less than twenty meters to the left, there was a Vietnamese folk souvenir shop. It was our turn to board the plane, and I asked Ciro to go in first, and I told him I was going to buy something back for a friend. Ciro immediately understood, smiled at me, and went in with his boarding pass.

I turned around and walked briskly towards the folk souvenir shop. Time was running out, so I hurried to get there and saw a dress hanging in the store, the style I wanted. I pointed at the staff inside and communicated with him in English.

Unfortunately, the staff member's English was terrible, and it took me a lot of tongue to understand what I meant. Just as he turned to get me clothes, I casually looked at some handicrafts around me, as well as horn combs and other things, I picked them up and looked at them, whistling a little boringly......

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

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

I actually know this person! It's the female killer under Tiger......

That stripper!