Chapter 375 Knife
Zhang Xuewen did not let He Shu open the letter in front of him, but took out another letter and gave it to He Shu.
"Read this letter alone, and then decide whether or not you want to read these things."
He Shu received the letter, feeling helpless and mysterious. What on earth did Ma Dao and Chen He hide?
Even if they had given the clues in the first place, it wouldn't have been so troublesome.
After putting the letter away, He Shu asked Zhang Xuewen before leaving: "Why did you open a hotel here?"
Zhang Xuewen smiled and said, "All the poppies in the mountains have been pulled out. Now they are not allowed to be planted. We have to find a way to eat."
"So... do you think the life you had before was good, or...?"
He Shu didn't know why he asked this, but he just wanted to know whether those who had been influenced by Chen He had ever agreed with him?
Zhang Xuewen smiled innocently: "The rest of us in Yega Village were relocated outside the mountain by the government. We were given houses and land, but we were not allowed to grow poppies, but we could grow other things."
"I know a few words and can speak Mandarin, so it's easier for me to live outside than for them."
"In the future, the children in Yega Village will be more educated than I am. They have schools to study in."
Zhang Xuewen scratched his head: "I don't know if it's good or not? It should be good or not?"
He Shu nodded, and there were no more problems. In fact, Zhang Xuewen knew in his heart that this was a good development.
In the future, their descendants will be able to read and see the outside world, instead of relying on opium for a living generation after generation.
In fact, everything Chen He did was gradually taking effect. At least Zhang Xuewen thought that as a literate person, it would be easier for him to live outside than those villagers.
Then his thinking will change his next generation, and generation after generation, and it will become the result that Chen He wants.
"I'm leaving."
He Shu bent down to drag the box, but failed to do so, and felt a little embarrassed.
Tang Can and Qi Zhijun were standing at the door. Seeing this, Tang Can came in, picked up the boxes with two sounds, and moved them downstairs.
After the boxes were loaded onto the car, Zhang Xuewen followed and told He Shu, "Read the letter yourself. I'll treat you when you come to Mangmao next time."
He Shu nodded, said goodbye to Zhang Xuewen and left his contact information, and the group drove away.
He Shu booked a room for himself in a military guesthouse in Nanzhan.
Then he closed the door and took out the letter.
Qi Zhijun and Tang Can both knew the existence of this letter, and they probably guessed that it was left by Chen He or Ma Dao.
However, they did not force He Shu to reveal the letter to them, because they believed in He Shu and would not hide it if it involved some case.
He Shu opened the letter alone. The notes in the letter were the same as the one the Lisu boy had given him before. It seemed that they were all written by Zhang Xuewen.
His handwriting was very illegible, and he even used pinyin to replace some unfamiliar words.
The letter was very long, taking up three full pages , and contained many typos, but He Shu understood it.
This letter has explained clearly what is in the box.
In the safe of the box, there was a huge amount of property left by Sabre, and the source of this property was clearly explained.
Ma Dao is very rich, but strictly speaking the money does not belong to him, but to those corrupt officials.
He laundered money for these people, turning all the money into legal property and then transferring it back.
Before Chen He went to prison, he gave Ma Dao an idea, asking him to make the money his own without anyone finding out.
So Ma Dao gave part of the funds to Chen He to handle. The procedures involved were so complicated that the money had to go through several countries and then be returned.
Therefore, when Qi Xue and others were investigating Ma Dao before, they did not discover such a huge amount of funds.
Later, Chen He suddenly went to prison on his own initiative. Without Chen He, Ma Dao could not get the money anymore.
In the years after Chen He was sentenced, it was unclear how Ma Dao contacted Zhang Xuewen with Chen He. All he knew was that the money was in Chen He's hands until the end...
The letter gave He Shu a clear answer that the property was now his, but He Shu still had two choices.
First, turn it in. Second, keep it for himself.
Chen He did not give any clear instructions about the money, but only told Zhang Xuewen that the money belonged to the person who came to the appointment.
At the end of the letter, there is a long speech written by Zhang Xuewen.
"Good people are often bullied, and good people also need a knife in their hands. This knife in the hands of a good person is a knife to save people, and in the hands of a bad person it is a knife to kill people. Now I give you the bad person's knife, will you use it to kill people or save people?"
He Shu put down the letter, knowing that Zhang Xuewen had only told him part of the truth.
During the years from Chen He's imprisonment to his death, Zhang Xuewen and his sister must have come into contact with Ma Dao. Perhaps he was just a person Chen He used to pass messages to Ma Dao.
I opened the small safe according to the password in the letter, which contained many documents, certificates, and several bank cards.
These cards are all domestic, and part of the money that has been transferred back is scattered around the country.
After He Shu looked at several times, he understood how to allow him to withdraw the money he had deposited abroad.
He Shu put these things away, gathered them together, put them aside, and went to look at the thick pile of notes.
These notes were left by Chen He. They are all the notebooks he used after he came to Nanzhan. They are all here.
In the notebook with yellowed pages, some of the documents recorded his lesson preparation materials, and some were his casually written diaries.
They should all have been sorted out by Zhang Xuewen, as he was the only one who could preserve everything that Chen He had used before.
He Shu watched all night long until Qi Zhijun knocked on the door at dawn.
He was shocked to realize that a whole night had passed, and because he was looking so carefully, he hadn't even finished half of it.
In the black bag were several cassettes and videotapes, and it looked as if they could still be played.
"You didn't sleep all night?"
Qi Zhijun looked at He Shu's bloodshot eyes and felt very anxious. It was really annoying that Chen He could still cause so many troubles after his death.
He stuffed all the things on the ground into the suitcase and said, "Let's go. We'll take a look at them later when we get back."
He Shu nodded, stretched his legs and feet which were stiff from sitting on the floor all night, and followed his uncle out of the guesthouse.
Qi Zhijun never asked what was in the suitcase from beginning to end.
He just asked He Shu if he had anything else to finish here?
He Shu thought about it and realized, yes, there are a lot, but not now. He needed to plan it carefully, so he just shook his head in front of his uncle.
Qi Zhijun did not stay long and asked Tang Can to arrange the itinerary and prepare to return to Dadu today.
The reason why he was so anxious was because he found that Ma Anqi's hypnosis had a really great impact on He Shu.
So Qi Zhijun contacted another psychotherapist. After all, Ma Anqi was not the only psychologist in the military.
Sooner or later, he would go and settle accounts with that woman for the consequences of the experiments she conducted on He Shu.
He Shu had no idea what his uncle was thinking. He fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane.
Chen He's manuscripts kept turning over and over in his mind. He seemed to have turned into a saber, and then into Chen He, being pushed into the abyss in the desperate mountains.
As the feeling of weightlessness came, He Shu suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat.
Qi Zhijun frowned and looked over: "Having a nightmare again?"
He Shu hadn't come back to his senses yet, his mind was in a mess. No matter who he was in the dream, he was the one who was pushed into the abyss...
Seeing He Shu silent and frightened, Qi Zhijun became more and more angry.
But he could only hold back his anger, and reached out his hand to touch He Shu's wet head: "We'll be home soon, just go back and have a good rest, don't think about anything else."
