After drinking my beer, I transitioned for a while between the cold at the door and the warmth inside, and then walked out of the room and into the wind. Even though the fat man said so, I had to go to the post office to see if it was really what he said.

And, for some reason, I really wanted to look at the painting again, to see the stuffy oil bottle in the painting.

If it's really as the fat man said, there are still people designing me, then what is it for? It's been so long, and I'm no longer entangled, is there anyone still trying to push me into those endless abysses? I can't help but sneer, I'm not the same person I used to be, and now I want to fool me, when I'm careless, but if I find out, then the other party won't be much better.

I came to the post office, which was very busy all the time, full of all kinds of people, exchanging packages, packing, filling in addresses. I took advantage of the chaos to walk behind the counter, and the people inside looked at me, and I said, "I'm here to pay." ”

"What money?" An accountant inside asked. I took out three thousand dollars and said, "I owed it last time, you check it, there is a note written on your desk." When he took the money, he wondered, "I haven't seen the note." "It's not you, it's someone else. ”

I said. "Is it a woman?" I nodded: "It should be your colleague, or you can call and ask." The accountant was a little confused, so I called, and I immediately pretended to be bored, went to the wall, and looked at the stuffy oil bottle in the painting on the wall.

As soon as the phone rang, I took the painting off the wall and looked closely at the nails hanging on it. It's an old nail, and there's a visible mark on the wall behind the frame, indicating that the painting has been hanging here for a long time.

Hmmm? Could it be that the fat man is too worried? I put the painting down, and when I saw that I hadn't finished the phone call and was still looking through the paper on my desk, I went to look at the pennant and the picture frame hanging on the side. My heart moved as soon as I flipped it. Behind the frame with "Pengcheng Wanli" painted on it, there are no prints on the wall, and the color of the wall is very uniform.

This thing was only recently hung up. I took a few steps back, saw that the other party was still talking on the phone, immediately turned to leave, walked outside, and as soon as the cold wind blew, I understood everything.

The painting of the oil bottle was so small and dull in color that if I had been careless at the time, it was very likely that I would not have seen it, and in order for me to see it, it was necessary to make the painting very abrupt.

In such a small private post office, it is impossible to have an oil painting on the wall, and it is very difficult for me to notice this oil painting, and for such a small thing to be visible at a glance, it is necessary to have a completely different but inconspicuous large thing on the side to highlight it.

In the past, I didn't think it was possible for people to do this kind of detail arrangement, but now I have long known that when people calculate, their ability to control the details is actually infinite.

And, it does work too. This wall has been carefully designed so that I can see this painting. Why is there a mark on the wall behind the painting? I think there must have been an oil painting hanging here, but later the painting was changed and the frame was still the same, so it fits so well.

I was speeding in the wind, thinking about the way in my heart, thinking about everything that happened in the process of coming here, and as soon as I was reminded by the fat man, my thoughts instantly became clear, and many things that I had not thought of before began to be vivid.

The next thing to do is also start to form in my mind one by one. I was very calm and seemed to be doing something I did regularly. Before the fat man arrived, I felt that I could set up my game and let him see my innocent side.

2, Wu Xie's breakthrough

The first thing I did was isolate myself, because I recounted all the processes I had to get to Motuo and found that a few people around me played a big part in it.

I am a person who has no opinions and ideas, and in my small shop career, I never thought about what I did when I had no business, on the one hand, because I really didn't love this business, and on the other hand, it had a lot to do with my personality.

So when the little cubs proposed that they wanted to go to Motuo, I casually agreed, and I didn't think much about it at the time, because I was really tired and didn't want to go back to the coastal area so much. The scenery here is still quite nostalgic.

I can't remember which little cub first brought it up. I decided to keep my distance from them, and while these are the ones I'm good at here, if they've been bought, it's like a ticking time bomb to keep around. I didn't go back to the temple that night, but wandered around Motuo and didn't find anyone following me.

But Motuo is a very difficult place to get in and out, so it doesn't mean anything. If they want to control me, they just need to arrange people at a few intersections. People like me are still quite conspicuous here.

It wasn't until dark that I went into a guest house, found a room to lie down, and then called the waiter over and asked him to help me buy something.

The things included rubber gloves, some clothes racks, lots of rubber bands, four lighters, two of the best cigarettes you could buy in Metuo, tape paper, chewing gum, instant noodles, and long iron nails. At night, I bundled up all the rubber bands in the quilt, hid them on the belt, and put a half-baked pack of cigarettes under the bed in the guest house.