50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 6: Identifying Spies
The little girl looked closer in surprise, smelled it, and confirmed that it was the burnt doughnut from before. Then she nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother, please put it away quickly. Don't let it get cold or it won't taste good tomorrow." After saying that, as if she was afraid that he would be sad, she added, "Brother, I actually believe you. I don't have to see it with my own eyes."

"Well, I think Nannan really thinks so. Nannan likes her brother the most, right?"

"Yes, yes, I like my brother the most." The little girl nodded solemnly.

After playing for a while, the two finally got tired. Sun Zhiwei found a comb and mirror from the wicker box and started combing his daughter's hair.

Nannan sat obediently on the stool, looking at the mirror, while Sun Zhiwei combed her hair behind her.

At this time, the little girl suddenly asked him: "Brother, are mom and dad dead?"

Sun Zhiwei was silent, not knowing how to tell the little girl.

After thinking for a while, he replied, "Mom and Dad have become stars in the sky, watching over us every day. Although we can't hear their voices, they can hear us."

"From now on, Nannan can tell her parents in heaven whether she's happy or sad, and they will definitely hear it."

"Really?"

"Really? It's just like my brother's magic. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yes, it's amazing, brother. I want to take a look at the sugar fire."

Sun Zhiwei looked at the little girl speechlessly, but he had no way to refuse, so he could only say "Change, change, change, change, biu~" again and put the sugar-coated cake on the dressing table.

The girl came closer and sniffed it, then quickly said, "Brother, I saw it, put it away quickly." Then Sun Zhiwei put the sugar fire cake away.

He felt bad now. Would this girl ask him to perform magic to collect all the uneaten food? He hoped not.

He neatly combed the little girl's hair. Since her hair wasn't very long, he even tied it into a small pigtail. However, his technique was not very skilled, so there were a lot of burrs.

Fortunately, the girl seemed to like it and even swung her braids back and forth.

It was already nine or ten o'clock at this time. Although it was still very cold outside, Sun Zhiwei decided to take his daughter out for a walk.

The security around the Oriental Hotel is pretty good, as long as you don't go to the side roads.

Another thing was that his gun was out of bullets, and he wanted to look for it. The Oriental Hotel had its own security guards, all of whom were armed, and he wondered if they had any .65mm pistol bullets for the round.

Seeing that it was almost time, he poured some hot water and fed the girl an aspirin, then took her hand and went to the hotel lobby.

The lobby manager saw them and came over with a smile: "Young man, did you sleep well last night? Has your sister's condition improved?"

"Not bad, my sister's fever is gone, and I want to thank your doctor for the medicine he prescribed."

"I'm glad I could help. Are you going out?"

"Well, the weather is nice, take my sister out for a walk."

"Um, young man, it's been quite a while out there lately. It's best to stick to the main roads and avoid the alleys."

"I thought so too. Well, you have security here, right? I can hire one to follow me. This will save me a lot of trouble."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The manager quickly called over two security guards. They were wearing neat uniforms with the name of the Oriental Hotel emblazoned on them, and each was carrying a Mauser pistol. Sun Zhiwei thought for a moment and said, "Let's switch to long guns. They'll be more visible so no one notices."

The manager thought about it and realized that it was true. The main purpose of security guards was to eliminate danger in advance, not to pick a fight. Pistols were useful, but not as intimidating as long guns.

The manager couldn't help but look at the boy with admiration for being able to think of these details in advance.

But Sun Zhiwei did not do that just for the sake of this. He also wanted to take the opportunity to see which room the security guards' guns and ammunition were kept so that he could go there and steal them later.

"Daxiang, you two go change your rifles and bring them here." After hearing this, the two security guards went to the back to change their rifles and brought them here. He also saw the location of the gun storage room, which was next to the back door corridor.

The manager also reminded him, "Daxiang, follow Mr. Sun's arrangements all the way. Got it?"

"Oh, I understand. I'll listen to Mr. Sun."

The two security chiefs looked dull and had little fighting power, which made Sun Zhiwei a little nervous. He wondered if these two guys would just turn around and run away if something happened.

The manager seemed to see Sun Zhiwei's worry and said confidently, "Don't worry, Daxiang and the others are very capable and will definitely keep you and your sister safe."

"Okay, let's go then."

"Sir, shall I prepare lunch for you at noon?"

Sun Zhiwei thought for a while and said, "Get ready." He was not sure how long the tour would take, so he asked them to get ready. Even if they couldn't come back, he would still pay, and it wouldn't cost much.

This was a habit he developed in his previous life. He would rather prepare more and not use it than not be prepared when he needed it last minute.

The two were talking at the counter when a short man in a suit walked in from outside, carrying a large suitcase and came to the counter to register.

When Sun Zhiwei saw the way the man walked, he thought about it and immediately became suspicious.

In his previous life, he had seen a post on how to identify whether a person was a low-lifer. There were several characteristics that were easy to remember, so he memorized them.

First, height. Most of them are short, 1.60 meters is considered tall.
Second, the walking posture. Because men wear clogs for a long time, the gap between their big toes is large, and they walk slowly. Women often wear kimonos, so their steps are small and nervous.

Third, face shape. They usually have a long and wide face, with scattered facial features, upward-facing eyes, and large teeth.
Fourth, the hands, because they often use guns, there are calluses on the palms of the hands
If only one or two of them matched, it could be said to be a coincidence, but this man matched all four, which is very suspicious.

At this time, the man was talking to the waiter, holding the box tightly in his hand, less than 1 meter away from Sun Zhiwei.

Sun Zhiwei immediately became interested. He continued talking to the manager, telling him some precautions when going out, while on the other hand he summoned out the storage space, flattened the shape a little, and covered the man's suitcase.

Suddenly, the entire contents of the suitcase appeared in his mind, just like the perspective screen he saw during subway security checks.

The box, which was more than one meter long, was half filled with clothes and one quarter filled with a radio.

There were a lot of things mixed in between the clothes, including a turtle box, two boxes of 8mm bullets, several notebooks, two Venus pens, a harmonica, and a photo album.

There is a mezzanine at the bottom of the box, which contains a row of large yellow croakers and two tubes of silver dollars.

It's confirmed. This is a small-time spy who is on the move or has just arrived in Peking. Otherwise, he wouldn't carry a radio and funds with him. Doing so is very risky.

Do it or not?
(End of this chapter)