Chapter 140
Attracted by the aroma of food, the bandits wanted to eat but didn't want to ruin their original plan. They chattered and shoved outside the inn, but finally gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, deciding to split into two groups. As for how to split...
The bandit leader said: "What's wrong? Are you wronged by following me? Didn't you choose this?"
The bandits, having failed in the cockfight and forced to follow their boss' original plan, felt wronged, but didn't dare to speak out. "We're just screwed, not brainless. How could we dare to offend the boss in front of him? That's just asking for a beating!"
The dozen or so bandits who had won were so happy that they danced with joy, marching with unwavering defiance in front of their companions. Even the bandit leader glaring at them didn't make them retreat much. If they hadn't walked so fast, the losers would have been tempted to slash their buttocks with their machetes.
"Okay, stop looking! Everyone has gone in!" The bandit leader picked out a few people and kicked them: "There is a food street further into the village. It has no more variety than the inn. You... damn, why are you covering my mouth with your hands?" This hand must have done something, the smell is so strong!
"Hush, boss, let's go!" The bandits, who had been hanging their heads like defeated roosters, dragged their boss up and ran away in high spirits: We can't let them hear us and then exchange with us!
"You bunch of good-for-nothings!"
"Hey, we are just gluttons, gluttons who love to eat." As long as there is food to eat, you can scold us as much as you want, boss!
This group of people covered their mouths quickly, and the bandits who entered the inn did not hear their conversation because their senses were completely occupied by the delicious aroma of the rice: It smells so good, it must be meaty and greasy!
"Hey, guests, please come in." Seeing this group of people finally coming in, the waiter was the first to greet them: "There are many mosquitoes in autumn, please spray some cologne." The strong smell of sweat is really choking, we can't let you drive away the guests staying in the hotel.
"Wow! How thoughtful!" The dozen or so bandits usually only robbed inns, but had never entered an inn as guests. When they heard about spraying floral water, they thought it was quite fresh.
In order to pretend that this was not his first time staying in the hotel, the leading bandit coughed, straightened his back, and stood there pretending nothing had happened, allowing the waiter with a spray bottle to busy around more than a dozen of them. He held back his sneeze and did not dare to ask why the other guests did not smell of toilet water.
Bandits: No one can tell this is our first time here, right? What were we planning to do here? Oh, to eat!
"Okay, please come in, guests. It's very comfortable sitting here where you can get some fresh air." The waiter welcomed the bandits, who were all smelling of toilet water, in and arranged them by the window at the door, minimizing their space to move around in the store and reducing the workload of his colleagues in cleaning up afterwards.
In addition, this location is just downwind, so when the bandits sit here, the smell of toilet water on their bodies will not have much impact on other guests, killing two birds with one stone.
"Okay, then..." The bandits who sat down looked at each other in confusion: Begging in an inn, bah, what should we order?
"Guests, please have a bowl of dumpling soup first. Our dumpling soup is a specialty!" Without waiting for the bandits to speak, Aunt Ding served each of them a bowl of dumpling soup. The large bowl was filled to the brim, and the aroma of meat covered the taste of the other ingredients.
"Okay, haha..." The bandits weren't exactly polite people. Seeing food available, they grabbed their large bowls and began to devour without even asking the price. Their poor eating habits made the cleaning staff frown, and they quietly walked away with a broom in hand: "Why does this sound so much like the pigs in the pigpen back home eating?"
Bei Qiao, who was sitting two tables away from the bandits, said: Fortunately, I had breakfast. The way these people eat is really disgusting.
The customer who had ordered the buns had already finished his meal. Disturbed by the way the bandits ate, he had no interest in lingering in the hall any longer and, picking his teeth, went out for a stroll. Aunt Ding stood at the door and saw the patrol officer slowly following the customer, and she felt relieved.
The village chief was indeed reliable… Nodding to the constable, Aunt Ding withdrew her gaze and returned to the hall to continue monitoring the bandits. The bandits, completely unaware of the impending danger, were still wolfing down their food. The bucket of dumpling soup Aunt Ding had hurriedly prepared that morning was completely devoured by them, scraping the sides of the bucket until they were shiny.
"Waiter, why is there only porridge? Bring me some wine and meat! I want to drink and eat meat in big gulps!" The bandit put down his bowl and slammed the table loudly.
"Got it, gentlemen, it's being prepared in the kitchen..." The waiter who was wiping the table next to him bared his teeth and counted down silently in his mind: three, two, one, down!
The drug took effect, and the bandits' eyes blurred and they fell headfirst onto the table. Several bandits who were sitting unsteadily fell off their stools, hitting their heads and getting large bumps. They closed their eyes and grimaced in pain, but they couldn't wake up.
"That's right, that's right..."
"Stop playing retro memes and come help! This stinks! Have they been rolling around in a pigpen?"
"Don't insult pigs, they are much cleaner than them." The waiter took out a tissue to plug his nose and was about to drag the people away, but he saw the shopkeeper Aunt Ding open the window, took out a long gun from somewhere, hooked the clothes of a bandit with the tip of the gun and kicked it out: "Don't get your hands dirty, you go outside and tie up all the people, and someone else throw out the tables and chairs they have used, and set them on fire." These bandits were obviously people who didn't pay attention to hygiene, and no one knew how many kinds of germs they had on their bodies. If the tables and chairs were not cleaned properly, the later guests might suffer.
"Boss, if we just get him out, won't that alert the enemy?"
"The collapse of these people in the inn is enough to alert the enemy, right?" Bei Qiao, who was helping, reminded.
"Oh, that's right! None of us know how to disguise ourselves, so we can't sneak in by pretending to be them. We can only alert the enemy..."
"I know a little bit about disguise. Do you want to use it? One disguise costs ten taels of silver." Just as the waiter rolled up his sleeves and prepared to throw the tables and chairs out, a customer who had just woken up appeared at the stairs, leaned against the railing and yawned lazily: "This group of people is so noisy. I can't sleep well in the house." The sound of a group of people eating pig food woke her up, and she tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.
"Hui Niang, you're up." Aunt Ding threw the gun against the wall, walked up the stairs and patted the guest's shoulder: "Would you like some warm lean meat porridge on the stove?"
This customer was Dou Hui Niang, a close friend of Aunt Ding's. As an unemployed vagrant who enjoyed sightseeing, she lived by the principle of "staying out of business for a year, then making a living if she did," relying on her disguise skills to navigate the underworld. She was nicknamed "Ten-Faced Lady" because she only took ten orders at a time and refused to open for more than that.
"I'm not very hungry yet." Dou Huiniang yawned again.
"Eat something even if you're not very hungry. Eat three meals on time so your stomach doesn't hurt."
"Let's talk about it later." Dou Hui Niang waved her hand lazily: "Whether you want the mask or not, I've already given you the cost price."
"No, I can handle it here."
"Okay, then I'll go back to sleep!"
Seeing that Dou Hui Niang refused to eat, Aunt Ding did not try to persuade her any further. After watching her return to her room, she went downstairs and stood guard at the door of the inn with a rifle, staring at the group of bandits outside who were tied up like dumplings with an expressionless face.
Aunt Ding: If I didn’t have to take care of these unlucky guys, huh!
All the bandits who had entered the inn were apprehended, but the guests inside were not affected. The waiter continued to busy himself with his own affairs, and few people cast their eyes on the group of people at the door.
"It seems that I have no room to make a move." Bei Qiao looked around.
"Ah? You're still here?" The waiter was startled by Bei Qiao's sudden voice and almost threw the rag at him.
Bei Qiao: "...I just talked to you."
"Ah? Ah!" The waiter just then remembered and couldn't help but laugh dryly.
"Qiao Qiao, thank you for your hard work. Everything is fine here." Aunt Ding, who was sitting on a bench at the entrance of the inn, turned around and said, "I can't leave here. If you're interested, you can go to the food street. I guess those hungry ghosts have already headed for the food stalls."
"Okay, Aunt Ding, I'll be leaving first." Bei Qiao glanced at Aunt Ding who was posing in the same posture as Lu Zhihe, and jumped out from above the bench at the door of the inn.
Using her Qinggong skills, Bei Qiao rushed all the way back to the escort agency. After checking the door lock, she walked in and picked up Dudu who welcomed her warmly. She petted the dog while opening the forum.
A few minutes ago, everyone in the group was spamming the chat because they were waiting for the bandits to show up, and it didn't stop until the bandits appeared in the food court. Bei Qiao flipped through the chat history and didn't find any useful information. He could only see the last message, which Yu Qian had sent and withdrawn a minute ago. He didn't know the specific content.
Scrolling up further, there was a message from the village chief. He asked players near the food court to find some old clothes they didn't wear and give them to Constable Chen, who was about to arrive. It was unclear what he was going to do with them.
Huihui and Honghong, who had been told to keep quiet before, were sleeping quietly in the yard. Beiqiao looked through the trough and estimated that there was still enough food left, so he put Dudu down and locked the door with peace of mind.
Dudu, who was used to guarding the house, shook his fur, ran to the edge of the field in the backyard skillfully, picked up the water pipe, and ran over to turn on the faucet to release the water. When he ran back to the mouth of the pipe from the faucet, the water from the faucet just sprayed out of the pipe. The timing was just right.
While Dudu was watering the crops in the yard, Beiqiao had already arrived near the food street. Some distance away from the food street, she found an overturned bamboo basket with some old clothes scattered around it, some of which had dirty shoe prints on them.
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