Although Huang Cuicui was loitering around the mailbox in front of the petition office, in reality, no one paid attention to her at all. In a place like the petition office, there were not many people who came to petition and report every day, but there were also quite a few.
However, most of the things were trivial. The director of the street office received two barrels of oil without stamping it, and the market management department charged randomly. Anyway, it was not a big deal.
Moreover, most of these people came here to complain to the staff. Very few people wrote letters.
It was also because of this that the mailbox was not cleared every day. Instead, it was cleared once every ten days to half a month, or even longer.
Li Shuwen didn't go near her. He just stood there and looked at Huang Cuicui from afar. After about five to six minutes, Huang Cuicui gritted her teeth and stomped her feet. She threw the kraft paper bag in her hand.
She guessed that her 'confession' was also inside.
However, it was obvious that no one was interested in her confession from the beginning to the end. What was really amazing was the recording pen that fell into the mailbox with the confession!
After throwing the brown paper bag into the mailbox, Huang Cuicui seemed to have put down a heavy burden. She heaved a sigh of relief and looked around. When she realized that no one was paying attention to her, she quickly left.
After Huang Cuicui disappeared from his sight, Li Shuwen knocked his palm with the rolled up newspaper and whispered,"The Epic item is right there. Then the question is, how can I get my hands on it?”
This recording pen would not be discovered for a while. In his impression, the recording pen was only discovered when Xu Jiang was cold and sent to Zhao Lidong.
Li Shuwen quickly thought about it.
First of all, if he got this recording pen, he definitely couldn't tell anyone.
This was because this thing could only be considered a great killing weapon when it reached a certain level. Otherwise, it would be like Huang Cuicui, something used to commit suicide. If it was revealed, it would mean death without any explanation.
Therefore, for a long time, this recording pen would not be of much use.
However, after reaching a certain height, this suicide weapon would turn into a life-saving talisman. With this thing, it was very likely that he could even establish a relationship with the province. When Zhao Lidong saw this thing, he would have to kneel down.
There was definitely a risk in trying to get the recording pen, but after thinking about it carefully, it wasn't as scary as he imagined. After all, Huang Cuicui really didn't reveal the whereabouts of the recording pen until she died. As long as he could intercept her in advance and keep his mouth shut, no one would be able to find the recording pen.
However, the problem was, how could he take out the things in the letter mailbox?
Find connections? Using connections? As long as they had contact with outsiders, they would definitely leave behind evidence and clues. Therefore, Li Shuwen immediately ruled out such considerations. Moreover, he did not have such connections or connections.
Thinking about this, Li Shuwen gradually approached the petition office. He did not get too close. He ordered a pancake from the nearby pancake stall and waited while observing the surrounding situation.
The building of the petition office was old and dilapidated. It was similar to the general environment of Old Factory Street. It was obvious that the funds were not sufficient and it was not valued by the higher-ups.
Thinking about it, it made sense. In a petition office like Jiuchang Street, the things they could encounter were probably trivial matters. It was normal for the higher-ups to not pay attention to it. It was no wonder that the recording pen was only discovered after it had fallen to dust.
After careful observation, Li Shuwen confirmed that there was only a surveillance camera at the front door of the petition office. The mailbox where Huang Cuicui put the kraft paper bag was not within the surveillance range. It could even be said that it was on the back.
Looking at the mailbox again, it was also old and tattered. More than half of the paint had fallen off, and the iron sheet inside was still covered in rust powder, as if it could fall down at any moment.
The mailbox was also the most old-fashioned type. It did not have any powerful protection mechanism. There was only an old-fashioned copper lock hanging on it. It was estimated that in a few years, this copper lock would become a cultural relic.
No matter how he looked at it, it was not safe. No matter how he looked at it, it was perfunctory!
When he thought of the recording pen that could cause a huge wave in Jing Hai City, that Epic item, being placed in such a small broken mailbox, Li Shuwen felt that real life was really funny.
After confirming the situation, Li Shuwen made a decision in his heart.
The more you do, the more mistakes you make. Sometimes, if you go through so many twists and turns, you will give yourself away. On the contrary, when it's time to be simple and rough, you have to be simple and rough, and no problems will arise.
With the current situation of the mailbox and the petition office, Li Shuwen felt that it was the most efficient way to wear black at night, cover his face, bring a small hammer, and directly break the lock. He would mess with the things inside and take Huang Cuicui's kraft paper bag away.
Perhaps the people at the petition office had noticed this situation and were too lazy to report it.
"Your pancakes."
"Ah, thank you."
Li Shuwen took the pancake and no longer looked in the direction of the petition office. He turned around and left, heading towards his shop.
After Li Shuwen accidentally discovered an Epic item, he did not delay much.
That night, after dinner and watching TV at home, Li Shuwen made an excuse that he had some food in his stomach and wanted to go out for a walk to digest his food. He changed into black sportswear and left the house.
Although the weather in Jing Hai was not very cold during the new year, the temperature was still a little low at night. In addition, the location of the petition office in the old factory was relatively remote, so there was really no one around.
Li Shuwen was holding a small crowbar that he had secretly brought from home. His face was covered with an ordinary thick towel and he was wearing white labor gloves. Taking advantage of the night, he quickly arrived at the mailbox.
He used the crowbar in his hand to lock the copper lock. He exerted force up and down, and with a click, the copper lock was directly opened. Just as Li Shuwen had guessed, the copper lock had been exposed to the wind and rain outside, and it was long gone. It could be opened with a casual pry.
Once the copper lock was unlocked, Li Shuwen quickly opened the mailbox door and looked inside. Good heavens, there was not a single extra letter. It was probably cleaned up two days ago? There was a brown paper bag inside. It was the one that Li Shuwen had seen Huang Cuicui throw in!
He reached out and felt around the kraft paper bag. Sure enough, other than a few pieces of paper, there was also a hard object like a rectangular strip. If he was not mistaken, this should be the recording pen.
Without any delay, Li Shuwen directly stuffed the kraft paper bag into his pocket. He held the scrap copper lock in his hand, closed the mailbox door, turned around, and quickly left.
After all this was done, no one noticed anything wrong.
For the next two days, Li Shuwen would hang around the petition office during the day to buy some pancakes and fruits.
Then, he saw that everything was calm. Even on the first day, no one realized that the copper lock on the mailbox was missing and that the mailbox had been opened.
However, when he went there the next day, there was a new small iron lock hanging on it. Nothing else happened.
It seemed that the Letter Office was really too lazy to care about these things. Li Shuwen was completely at ease.
Li Shuwen had checked the recording pen over the past two days and heard it. It was indeed the conversation between Huang Cuicui and He Liming. It involved some colorful things and some arrogant remarks by He Liming.
In fact, a simple color recording was not a fatal threat to people of He Liming's status. The words and statements that he said after that were the most fatal.
She really didn't know how much alcohol he had drunk at that time, or if he was used to being so unrestrained and arrogant on a daily basis, that was why he could say such words to a prostitute.
As for Huang Cuicui's confession, Li Shuwen had read it too. The gist of it was that she had a hard life and stumbled onto the path she was on today. She had encountered something and told Crazy Donkey, Xu Jiang, and Bai Jinhan about it. However, after thinking about it carefully, there was no concrete evidence. There were also many typos and the order of the words was messy. After Li Shuwen read it, he burned it.
Not only was this thing useless, but it was also a disaster. If someone who knew about it found out, they would quickly associate it with the recording pen.
The days passed as usual. Li Shuwen did not ask about Huang Cuicui at all, as if he did not know that such a person was living in the messy old building on Old Factory Street.
However, he would occasionally observe the busy streets outside the shop. Indeed, after that day, he had never seen Huang Cuicui appear on this street again.
If nothing unexpected happened…Huang Cuicui should be dead by now.
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