Chapter 144: Poor sound insulation

Sister Hong had just cleaned up the leftovers from the last table of guests when she noticed two people standing at the door.

The woman knows him, and the man knows him too.

But, isn't the man wearing too little? And why is his hair down? Could it be...

She looked at Anjiu and pointed at the Tyrant, and asked ambiguously: "Where did you sneak out from?"

An Jiu wanted to refute, but in a sense, they did sneak out.

Well, can't argue with that.

"We want a room." An Jiu said coldly.

Sister Hong saw through her and smiled knowingly: "Okay."

She also winked at An Jiu.

"A new room."

An Jiu had already gotten used to the strange settings here, but he was still a little surprised when he entered the door.

The room was decorated like a theater, with masks and other things needed for opera hanging everywhere. On the other side was a set of armor, which should have been worn by ancient generals. However, the set in the room was just a showpiece, and An Jiu thought it might be for men to wear naked.

What a weird place.

An Jiu looked at the person who brought her here and asked, "What are we doing here?"

The tyrant got on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and only showed his head as he looked at Anjiu: "Go to sleep."

An Jiu "..."

so……

Why not live in the palace and come here to live? What's the difference between this and secretly checking into a hotel room without telling anyone?

Moreover, this was the place where the emperor broke down last time. She didn’t dare to imagine what the emperor’s reaction would be when he woke up tomorrow and found him lying here.

An Jiu felt a headache.

"Get up, let's go back."

The tyrant hugged the quilt and insisted: "I will not go back."

After a pause, he added: "I won't reply."

An Jiu "..."

He insisted on not going back, and An Jiu had no choice but to close his eyes and pretend to be asleep. She didn't want to sleep, so she stared at various things in the room. After a while, a strange cry came from next door.

The sound insulation in this kind of small inn is very poor.

The tyrant opened his eyes quickly and looked in the direction of the sound.

An Jiu tried to stop him, but it was too late. The tyrant reached the wall and put his ear against it.

An Jiu "..."

An Jiu calmed down and felt extremely embarrassed, just like when the whole family watched a TV series when they were little and saw the male and female protagonists being intimate...

"His Majesty……"

As soon as An Jiu opened her mouth, the girl next to her said in a gentle and moving voice: "Your Majesty, please spare me."

The air seemed to completely freeze at this moment.

The tyrant turned to look at An Jiu and asked seriously, "Besides me, is there any other emperor in Da Xia?"

An Jiu shook his head: "No..."

Of course not...

She looked at the clothes of the general and the actor in the room and added, "Maybe there are others..."

The tyrant tilted his head with a confused look on his face, and his voice was full of doubt: "Is someone pretending to be me?"

He probably didn't expect that someone would be so bold as to pretend to be the emperor...

An Jiu suddenly had an idea and pointed to the general's armor in the room and said, "Your Majesty, these are opera clothes. They are learning to sing opera."

The tyrant looked at the clothes and leaned against the wall to listen for a while. He felt something was strange and uncomfortable, but he was instinctively curious, so he walked out without waiting for An Jiu to react.

An Jiu was afraid that he would get into trouble, so she hurriedly chased after him, but the tyrant was long gone.

She sneaked to the door of the next room and leaned over it to eavesdrop. There was still the same noise inside...

It seems that the tyrant didn't come next door.

So where did he go?

"Does it sound good?" A hand was placed on Anjiu's shoulder.

An Jiu was startled and almost screamed. When she turned around, she found Sister Hong looking at her with a smile. It was obvious that she had misunderstood.

She hurriedly explained: "I'm not, I didn't..."

Sister Hong crossed her arms and looked at her. The evidence was conclusive, but she didn't believe it.

An Jiu "..."

This damn defenseless place, she will never come here again!!!

The tyrant was on the roof at this time. He was in a strange posture, hanging upside down with his feet hooked on the eaves like a bat, and reached out to push open the window of the next room.

The two people in the room just came to the window and found that the window was strangely open. They thought it was the wind, and then they saw a black shadow hanging outside the window...

"ah……"

“Ah… a ghost…”

An Jiu had just said a few words to Sister Hong when the door of the next room opened and a man in a dragon opera robe ran over, followed by a woman in an opera robe. The two were obviously terrified and didn't even have time to put their clothes on. The man, who was so frightened, realized it only later and hurriedly covered himself.

"There's a ghost, there's a ghost." The woman was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't explain what had happened.

The same man said, "There is a head outside the window."

“It’s not a human head, it’s a hanged ghost…ah…” The woman started crying again: “His hair is so long…wuwuwu…”

An Jiu thinks he is a tyrant.

He was running in such a hurry that he didn't even comb his hair.

Sister Hong also found it strange, so she comforted the guest with a few words and led them into the room.

The window of the room was open and cold wind blew in.

"No one." The waiter walked to the window suspiciously and looked out. It was pitch black outside, so where was the person?

"Did they see it wrong?"

Sister Hong didn’t figure it out either.

They came out and told the two guests the result, but they obviously didn't believe it because they had seen it.

This inn must be haunted...

The two men said they would not live in that room anymore, so Sister Hong arranged new rooms for them. When An Jiu returned to her room, she saw Tyrant sitting on the bed with a very distressed look on his face.

【I don’t know what I’m doing. 】

He looked at Anjiu, who was speechless: "Was it you just now?"

The tyrant nodded: "Yes."

But he just took a glance and the two men left screaming.

An Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was still a pure little tyrant.

However, the tyrant asked her, "Are they fighting?"

An Jiu coughed dryly: "Yes."

The tyrant frowned.

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

An Jiu said: "Let's go back, don't you want your pink bear anymore?"

Thinking of the pink bear, the tyrant was instantly attracted to his attention. He nodded, stood up and was about to leave with An Jiu, but suddenly he fell to the ground...

An Jiu "..."

Looking at the unconscious person, An Jiu's mind went blank for a moment, and it seemed that many images appeared in his mind. In short, it was very chaotic.

She let out a breath.

Forget it, let's leave it at that.

Destroy it.

At this time, a few more people came to Sister Hong's inn.

It was Yan Wenjie.

He vowed to find the perverted thief who stole flowers in Red Street, and the inn was their main target of investigation.

Sister Hong came over with a smile.

"My Lords, didn't we check this last time?"

Before Yan Wenjie could say anything, one of his subordinates asked coldly, "You ate yesterday, so you won't eat today?"

"But the guests are all asleep. What does the official want to investigate..." Sister Hong said with embarrassment, and suddenly she couldn't laugh anymore.

She suddenly remembered.

The government wants to investigate the people who were in the spice shop that day. Aren’t they the two who just arrived?

This is over...

Sister Hong subconsciously glanced at the second floor.

Yan Wenjie also followed her gaze and saw only closed rooms.

He was determined to catch the mysterious killer, and whenever he had time, he would bring people to hang out in Red Street.

Because something had happened at Sister Hong's inn before, and the person who killed the bandits used the same method as the mysterious killer, Yan Wenjie paid special attention to it.

Now Sister Hong has this reaction again...

Yan Wenjie narrowed his eyes and said to his men beside him, "Go up and check."

Sister Hong wanted to stop him, but when she met Yan Wenjie's suspicious look, she didn't dare to say anything.

I can only pray silently that the big guy and the others won't be discovered.

May you all the best!