After the call in the afternoon, Zheng Geng heard that Han Jingchen was still in training, so he didn't bother him anymore. He paid a dime for the phone bill and left with his things.

He was carrying a lot of things and taking the tram towards the west of the city.

In winter, it gets dark early. After 6pm, it is already completely dark.

After getting off the tram, there was still some distance to Yanzi Lane, and Zheng Geng carried a lot of things, including hazelnuts, walnuts, mushrooms and fungus brought from his hometown, as well as some dried vegetables, apples and bacon, and walked straight to the small yard.

Most of the things in it were for Han Jingchen. Originally, I was going to mail them directly to the army, but he happened to be coming to Nanjing, so I simply saved the money for mailing and carried them over by myself.

These things are durable, so he plans to put them in the small yard first, and wait for Han Jingchen to come and get them when he is free.

However, as soon as I walked into the small courtyard, I realized something was wrong.

Isn't Brother Shen still in the army? Why is the light on in the compartment? Who is in there?

The light was very dim, not like an electric lamp, but more like a kerosene lamp.

Zheng Geng took a few steps back and looked around, thinking that he had not been back to Nanjing for more than a day, it was dark, and he had taken the wrong road.

In the quiet moonlight, I could vaguely see an electricity bill notice posted in front of the alley, many large slogans painted on the two blue brick walls, and a sunken hole on the bluestone floor... It was the yard I was familiar with, right?

He pushed the door, and sure enough, it was locked from the inside.

I knocked on the door vigorously, but there was no movement from inside for a long time, except for the faint sound of water.

Who the hell is this? Taking advantage of him going back to his hometown and Brother Chen not being around, he took over his house?

Zheng Geng was so angry that he laughed on the spot.

With a gloomy face, he carried the things and walked to the wall beside the yard. He put the things, big and small, on his head and finally threw them in after struggling for a long time.

Then he took a few steps back, took a running start and rushed up, gritted his teeth, pushed his feet against the wall, used the momentum to jump over the wall, climbed to the top of the wall nimbly, and then jumped in.

He wanted to see who was so bold as to do this.

As soon as I climbed over the wall and went in, the lights inside went out. I couldn't see the people inside clearly, nor could I see what was going on inside.

Zheng Geng: “???”

He suspected fraud. Anyone who could so blatantly enter his house must be someone he relied on. What if it was one of the seven big brothers? Wouldn't he be at a disadvantage if he rushed in?

Zheng Geng's originally confused mind suddenly calmed down, but now he crawled out in disgrace. He, Zheng Geng, a big boss, was not so scared. Even if there were a few burly men, he would knock them all down today!

I walked across the yard on my back, looking for the guy who took advantage of me...

No, who kept his yard clean?

There were no sticks, shovels, hoes or clothes-drying poles, not even a piece of coal. The only things were the flower pots on the stone steps and the bamboo baskets hanging from the eaves.

What is this thing for?

…

Pei Manning hid behind the window and saw through the gap in the moonlight that after the man jumped into the yard, he began to crouch and look for something furtively, but no one knew what he was looking for.

Her throat was dry, her heart was in her throat, and her nerves were as tense as a string.

I don’t know if the person who climbed over the wall knew that she lived alone, so he was so bold and reckless?

But……

Pei Manning frowned, feeling that something was wrong, because if it was a thief, hooligan or some other bad guy, why would they knock on the door first to scare the enemy?

But if he is a decent person, how could he climb over someone else's wall without permission and act so sneakily?

But at this moment, she had no time to think about it, because the man stopped looking for the things, picked up a loose green brick from the ground, rubbed it in his pocket, and walked straight towards the compartment.

Pei Manning clenched her fingers tightly, her slender and soft fingertips turning white from the force.

The moment the man opened the door, she held her breath and sprinkled all the powder in her mouth over to him. In an instant, the whole dark room was filled with a strange floral scent.

Then, while the room was pitch black, Pei Manning hid in the Xumi Realm, her powder floating into the air.

…

Zheng Geng stepped on the bricks and just as he pushed open the door, he was about to roar in a fierce manner, but before he opened the door, he smelled a strange floral scent.

There was at least a faint moonlight outside in the yard, but when I walked into the dark room, my eyes had not yet fully adapted to the change from light to darkness, and there was total darkness before my eyes.

The moment he smelled the fragrance of the flowers, he secretly said in his heart that something was wrong.

After all, after following Han Jingchen for so long, Zheng Geng became more alert and immediately held his breath.

Unfortunately, he had already inhaled two breaths. He didn't know what the floral fragrance was made of, but it was more pungent than chili peppers. It rushed into his nose and made his nose and mouth swirl, making his tears and snot flow together. It was as if his eyes were leaking air and he couldn't open them at all. Once he opened them, he would burst into tears.

That feeling really makes people want to die.

It can make a 1-meter-tall old man cry in the wind.

Zheng Geng closed his eyes. Now the enemy was in the dark while he was in the light. The situation was not good. He instinctively raised his legs and tried to retreat to the door. However, before he could retreat, a stick was swung at him.

Good guys!

The opponent didn't save any effort at all. If he hadn't been wearing thick clothes in winter, with layers of clothes inside and outside, he would have been beaten to the point of vomiting blood.