Chapter Eleven: Secret Letter

  Zhao Zhi glared at her, his face suddenly cold as he hummed, "This is my new home, I don't want anyone to die here." As soon as he finished speaking, he sat directly on Xie Xiuyun's lap, holding down her legs with his hands, making it impossible for her to move. Xie Xiuyun couldn't help but cry out in surprise, her face suddenly flushing red with embarrassment. Zhao Zhi's sudden action was too shocking for her. Although Xie Xiuyun had received a Western-style education since childhood, the traditional values of her family made her maintain the reserve typical of Chinese girls.

  "I'll kill you, you stinky rascal!" Xie Xiuyun shouted loudly while slapping Zhao Zhi's back. But Zhao Zhi's large hands were pressed on her knees, not letting her legs move, and he said calmly: "I've seen many naked women before, let alone I haven't done anything to you yet." As he spoke, he ripped open Xie Xiuyun's pant leg, exposing the injured leg.

  There was a blood hole on the upper part of her right calf, Zhao Zhi guessed correctly, Xie Xiuyun should have been shot. "Let me go, let me go" Xie Xiuyun, who had just calmed down for a few minutes, went crazy and slapped Zhao Zhi, her legs also desperately trying to struggle free, trying to get Zhao Zhi off her thigh.

  "Women, if you don't behave yourself, I'll strip off all your pants!" Annoyed Zhao Zhi slapped a hand on Xie Xiuyun's buttocks through her pants. Indeed, this sentence took effect, and Xie Xiuyun stopped hitting Zhao Zhi and didn't dare to speak again, the other party's crazy behavior had already frightened her.

  Never thought she would face a man like this, for an inexperienced girl, it was an indescribable extreme feeling, shame, anger, fear, tension and other emotions gathered in her mind. This made Xie Xiuyun's beautiful legs tremble constantly, and Zhao Zhi couldn't tell whether her trembling was due to pain or shame.

  Zhao Zhi pulled out a small knife from the hidden compartment under the bed, which was a real surgical knife that Han Te had obtained for him to use in case he got shot. "Don't move, I'm going to take out the bullet from your body," Zhao Zhi said. Seeing Xie Xiuyun remain still and obedient, Zhao Zhi turned around to praise her, but saw that she had already fainted with her eyes tightly closed.

  He shook his head slightly, and with such a small amount of courage, he still came out to mix. Then, Zhao Zhi concentrated his energy and focused on the palm knife, and after a few minutes, a bullet was picked out for him. After applying the wound to Xie Xiuyun, Zhao Zhi used tweezers to pick up the white copper bullet head and carefully observed it under the light.

  In his past life, Zhao Zhi had been a mercenary and used many types of bullets. Even in the backward tribes of Africa, he had never seen anything like the white copper bullet head that was clamped on the tweezers. Based on his own visual measurement, Zhao Zhi judged that this bullet head should be 8mm. During World War II, 8mm caliber handguns also used white copper bullet heads, so it could only be the Type 14 Nambu pistol issued by the Japanese Army.

  "What is this woman doing? How did she get shot by a Japanese pistol?" Zhao Zhi looked at Xie Xiuyun, who was still unconscious, with a puzzled expression. He wondered how to deal with this woman, especially since they had only met once before. As he pondered, Zhao Zhi suddenly seemed to remember something and reached for the metal detector in his hand, searching around Xie Xiuyun's waist.

  As expected, the waistband of Xie Xiuyun's black trousers had a hidden layer. Zhao Zhi found a piece of paper in the hidden layer. When he opened it, he was shocked to see that the paper was filled with scribbles, like a child's careless doodles, completely illegible. Recalling Xie Xiuyun's calm demeanor when she was injured, Zhao Zhi couldn't believe that a woman like her would carry around a piece of childish scribbling.

  After careful observation, Zhao Zhi still found a thread of doubt on the paper. Taking out his lighter, Zhao Zhi lit a candle and moved the paper over the flame without stopping, and in just a moment, brown characters appeared on the paper.

  It's indeed a piece of paper that has been treated with invisible ink. It's actually quite simple: use a brush to write on white paper with edible vinegar, let it dry and there will be no trace left. Just heat the paper over an alcohol lamp (or charcoal stove) and the brown text will appear quickly. Of course, when heating over fire, you need to keep moving the paper back and forth, not too close to the flame, to prevent the white paper from burning.

  The principle is that the vinegar reacts with the paper to produce a substance similar to a transparent thin film, which has a low ignition point. After heating it over a fire, the written part will turn brown and reveal the hidden text. Of course, onions, lemon juice, tomato juice can also be used as invisible ink like edible vinegar, the principle is the same.

  Just now, Zhao Zhi smelled a faint vinegar smell when he was observing the paper. This method of secret writing was still used by some prisoners in European prisons in Zhao Zhi's previous life. Once, Zhao Zhi had stayed in a Russian prison for a while to hunt down a notorious drug lord, so he was very familiar with this method.

  "It's not a simple woman" Looking at the content of the secret letter, Zhao Zhi looked at Xie Xiuyun with great concern. The unconscious Xie Xiuyun did not look as charming as when Zhao Zhi first saw her in the casino, but now she had an added air of quiet elegance, and her eyebrows seemed to have gained a bit of heroic spirit.

  After carefully reading the contents of the secret letter, Zhao Zhi put it back in its original place in Xie Xiuyun's waistband and quietly left the room. Zhao Zhi needed to think carefully about how to deal with this woman. He just wanted to live a good life in this era, whether as a successful businessman or a wealthy playboy, but he definitely did not want to get involved in politics.

  Xie Xiuyun always carried a secret letter with her, which was a list of personnel. Although Zhao Zhi didn't know what those people on the list did, Xie Xiuyun treated this list so secretly that it must be extremely important. Before Xie Xiuyun appeared, the concession had just experienced a big search by the police, and there were also gunshots heard from the front. Zhao Zhi himself didn't know whether he was right or wrong to save this woman at random.

  Recalling his own limited and pitiful knowledge of history, this woman should be that so-called underground party member or perhaps some kind of anti-Japanese warrior. Zhao Zhi is now very depressed, thinking to himself that he has rescued a big troublemaker. Always striving to regain the comfortable life he had in his past life, Zhao Zhi has made up his mind that as soon as Xie Xiuyun's injuries have healed, he will immediately kick her out of the house. He won't let this mysterious woman ruin the life he has worked hard to build.

  It's better to wash and sleep, being a big man is not good at taking care of the injured Xie Xiuyun, it's better to find someone to take care of her tomorrow morning. Anyway, there are still fewer people in one's own house, so why not find a maid, and also find a cook, and enjoy the life of a feudal society landlord. Zhao Zhi thought that he would have clothes to wear and food to eat, and wanted to secretly indulge.