The 6th District.
After finishing a day's work, Dixie returned to his room.
He was a bachelor and didn't have a wife; he used his entire salary on himself, living quite comfortably in a large three-bedroom apartment. If the weather was nice, he could bask in two to three hours of sunlight every day.
At this moment, as he opened the door, he saw a letter lying quietly on the grey-yellow carpet, which seemed to have been slipped through the crack beneath the door.
Dixie's expression changed; he closed the door securely, picked up the letter, sat down at his desk, and used a small knife to open the envelope and pull out the paper inside.
On the white paper were various numbers and symbols.
It was a ciphered letter!
His expression turned even graver. He checked his surroundings and set up a few more protective measures before he took a book from the shelf to begin decrypting the letter.
Slowly, pieces of information and intelligence about Mengde emerged.
