Chapter 29 Reality and Accident-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

The atmosphere in the hostel room was depressing, and Bean Sprout was like a child who had done something wrong and was at a loss for words.

Qin Xingping took a deep breath, calmed down and said: “Now what to do? Buyers are fishing up, if we say no goods tomorrow, after this old face in the line we have to be laughed at to death.”

I patted Beanpole on the shoulder, “Bud, think about it, did anyone come in here last night when we were all drunk and asleep? Or did you hear any movement.”

Bean Sprout Boy made an effort to open his mind and shook his head with an ugly face and said, “I dared to go to sleep only after three o’clock last night, thinking that I would just be lost for a short while, but I didn’t know that when I woke up, I would find that the iron box had disappeared.”

We installed the Ashoka Pagoda with an iron box, hanging locks on both ends, box brother locks are the head of the handle to buy outside, the two keys are also in the head of the place, the current situation is that the iron box and the tower of a piece of the loss, do not have to think know that it is being smuggled out of the thing did not have long legs, it is not possible to run away on their own.

I looked to the head of the handle and asked, “Does this hotel have closed circuit surveillance?”

The handle shook his head and said, “It costs too much for this little motel to have no probes, I asked the owner this morning.”

There’s no surveillance, no witnesses, no way to find out who did it, and with three buyers coming over tomorrow to look at the goods, it’s a pretty bleak situation right now.

Bean Sprout Boy looked ashamed and said I was wrong, you guys hit me, I won’t fight back.

Xiao Xuan said loudly: “Beat you for what, beat you can change things back, hang around all day long can’t do anything well.”

“Alright, go back to your rooms for now, and all think of something to do to see if we’ve missed anyone.” The head of the handle said.

“Strange …..” I realized that although the head of the handle looked anxious, he didn’t speak in a tone of voice that sounded like he was in a hurry.

After the crowd had left, the head of the handle suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, and I knew he meant for me to come and sit at his place.

“What’s the matter Handlehead, what’s your clue?” I closed the door behind me when I entered the handle’s room.

Pointing his head at the door, meaning for me to unlock it.

“Snap,” I locked it straight away.

“Yunfeng, I want to know what you think about this?” The head put up his teacup and took a sip.

I shook my head and said, “Not a clue, not a clue.”

Sighing his head off, he rhythmically kept tapping the table.

Suddenly, the head put up and walked over to the bed, pulling open his nightstand.

“This!”

“This!” My eyes widened and I looked dumbfounded at the rectangular object in the lower drawer of my nightstand!

“Why is it here! It’s the iron box that holds the Ashoka Pagoda!”

Seeing me freeze, he shut his head right off the bedside table.

“Put the head …. Why is the metal box in your place, not in Bean Sprout Boy’s room? We didn’t lose our stuff?” I asked, swallowing hard.

The mood was like a roller coaster ride, giving me the unreal feeling that I was dreaming.

The head of the handle usually didn’t smoke much, so he accidentally lit one up at this moment.

Breathing out a mouthful of smoke, he flicked his head at the ashes and opened his mouth to ask, “Yunfeng, tell me, who went for the box and the iron lock.”

I said put the head you went to buy ah, this we all know.

“Wait …..”

I stared wide-eyed and said: “Put the head you …. You didn’t buy two at a time, did you?”

Putting his head to smoke two puffs and then pinched it, he got up and said: “Yun Feng you have to remember one thing, mixed jianghu, when it comes to interests, you have to remember to always think of one more step back for yourself. I know very well what characterization of Bud Boy is, how could I put such an important thing in his place.”

My heart skipped a beat and I whispered, “Handlehead do you know who did this?”

“Who did you say it was?” Instead of answering, the head of the handle asked me back.