Sister Hong had just cleared away the remaining items from the last table of guests when she discovered 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 An Jiu and pointed at the Tyrant, asking ambiguously, "Where did you sneak out from?"

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

Well, I can't refute that.

"We need 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 arranged like a theater, with masks and other things needed for operas hung everywhere, and on one side was a set of armor, which should have been worn by ancient generals. However, the set in the room looked like a mere show, 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 you 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 think about what would happen when the emperor woke up tomorrow and found her 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: "No."

An Jiu: "..."

놛 insisted on not going back, and Anjiu had no choice. The tyrant closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to sleep, so she stared at various things in the room. As a result, after watching for a while, a strange cry came from next door.

The soundproofing 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 came to 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 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?"

I probably didn't expect someone to 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. We are learning opera."

The tyrant took a look at the clothes, leaned against the wall and listened for a while, and felt something was strange and uncomfortable. Perhaps out of curiosity, he walked out without waiting for An Jiu to respond.

An Jiu was afraid of embarrassing himself, so he hurriedly chased after him, but the tyrant was 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.

Where did you go then?

"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: "No, I don't have..."

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

An Jiu: "..."

She will never come to this damn place again! ! !

The tyrant was on the roof at this time, in a strange posture, with his feet hooked on the eaves like a bat, hanging upside down, and stretched out his body 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 properly. The man, who was very frightened, realized it 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: “Your hair is so long… wuwuwu…”

An Jiu thinks he is a tyrant.

I was running in such a hurry that I didn't even comb my 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." Xiao 괗 walked to the window suspiciously and looked out. It was pitch black outside, so where was the person?

"Did you see it wrong?"

Sister Hong didn’t figure it out either.

We came out and told the two guests the result. They obviously didn't believe it. We saw it all.

This inn must be haunted...

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

[I don’t know what you are doing.] 】

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

The tyrant nodded: "Yes."

But after a quick glance, the two men left screaming.

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

However, the tyrant asked her: "Are you fighting?"

An Jiu coughed dryly: "Yes."

The tyrant frowned.

I felt like something was wrong, but I 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, which was always very confusing.

She exhaled.

Never mind. Let’s do this.

Destroy it.

At this time, several people came to Sister Hong's inn.

It was Yan Wenjie.

They vowed to find the perverted thief who stole flowers in the red-light district, and the inn was their key target.

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 said coldly, "You had dinner 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 came from abroad?

This is over...

Sister Hong glanced at the building subconsciously.

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

놛 is determined to catch the mysterious killer, and whenever he is free, he will bring people to the red-light district.

Because something happened in Sister Hong's inn before, and the murderer of the bandits used the same method as the mysterious murderer, Yan Wenjie paid special attention to it.

At present, Sister Hong should...

Yan Wenjie narrowed his eyes and said to his subordinates 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 idiots won't be discovered.

May you all the best!