Of course, the two of them did not go back or go far.

After finally finding the thief, how could he just leave and go back with peace of mind?

I turned a corner along the bell tower, and on the west side of the bell tower, there was a one-person-sized door hole under the huge blue brick high-rise building.

There was a closed and locked iron door inside.

Zhang Baoren took out the key from his arms, opened the iron door, and then closed the iron door from the inside, and then the two of them went up to the second floor from the inside.

There are keys to all the public facilities in the underworld in Eight Hundred Miles City. In fact, even if there is no key, it is easy for them to enter and exit anywhere.

Although the bell tower is also two floors, its first floor is much taller than ordinary buildings. Standing on the platform on the second floor, you can easily look down at the surroundings.

Especially the specialty restaurant built for viewing, everything in it is in sight and can be seen.

The two of them were waiting here, watching...

Until the wine has been digested, until the number of diners in the restaurant has gradually increased from a small amount to a full person...

Finally, the candlelights were hanging high, and the restaurant was closed. The two of them still did not move and were still guarding silently.

Time passes by little by little.

He called out five times, from "The sky is dry, be careful of the fire candle."

He shouted, "Get to bed early and get up early, take care of your health."

The sky had completely fallen into darkness and silence, and everyone blew out the lights and entered a deep sleep.

At this time.

But an orange candlelight suddenly lit up in the restaurant.

In a rustling sound, suddenly squeaked... With a sound, the sound of wood rubbing echoed in silence.

The back door of the restaurant was opened from the inside, and three careful figures pushed a wooden cart out of it and closed the door again.

One of the three men was carrying lanterns and was currently leading the way, walking in the front; the other was pulling a wooden cart and following; the other was walking aside, and through the lights, he could see his hand holding a wooden stick.

The three of them walked speechlessly and headed towards the southeast.

The wheels rolled on the ground and made a clattering sound, crisp and harsh. Although they couldn't reach too far, they sounded very obvious from close range.

But none of the three responded to this, as if they were already familiar with the sound.

This is true. The three of them have walked this road countless times and basically have to go on every few days.

I specially chose this time to keep it confidential and prevent being noticed by those who are interested.

But the safety of decades made them a little careless and did not notice the two ghostly shadows hanging behind them in the distance.

These two are Zhang Baoren and Jiang Feng.

At this time, the two of them changed back to their usual impermanent uniforms. The wide black robe completely covered their bodies, and the hood was dark and they couldn't see them.

At first glance, it was just a human-shaped black shadow, and it had completely integrated into the darkness.

This appearance is in this deep dark night, even if ordinary people pass by, they may not notice it.

Even if I see it by chance, I will only be dazzled in front of me and dare not think about it carefully.

The two followed the light source in front, heading southeastward, and arrived at the large mansion they passed by during the day.

Stop in front of the back door of a quiet "unconspicuous" yard.

Click...crunch... the door is opened.

Not far away, two figures that were completely integrated into the darkness were watching the three of them quietly... pushing the wooden cart into it, then carefully watched, and then gently closed the door inside again.

"What are these three people doing?"

A weak voice came from the darkness, and it was Jiang Feng who was talking.

Zhang Baoren did not answer immediately. He poked his head and sniffed several times in the direction of the yard ahead, savoring it carefully.

Then he spoke: "The wine smells..."

"The wine smells?"

"That's right, it's the smell of wine!"

Zhang Baoren nodded very calmly.

Based on his experience during the day, Jiang Feng said with some clarity, "That is to say, they came to get the wine to supplement the cost of the restaurant. The reason they were so sneaky was to keep it confidential."

"No."

Zhang Baoren shook his head and said, "There is nothing suspicious about placing a wine cellar at home. Whether it is to save land and money, or to keep the recipe confidential, it is good.

After all, doing business is for money, and no one cares about his wine recipe.

But he chose such a person to get wine when he doesn't wake up and doesn't sleep... This is a bit of a problem."

Jiang Feng asked: "What's the problem?"

Zhang Baoren sneered, "Who doesn't know that his family is brewing wine? After all, his family's wine has been sold for more than ten years, and everyone's noses are not scented.

Even if you are interested, you can easily know these things with a little inquiry.

So who is he guarding against? What are he guarding against?"

"This is indeed a good question!" Jiang Feng nodded and smiled, "his cautious behavior is too extravagant and too conspicuous."

"Yes, it's too much..."

...

Enter through the back door and follow the stone road through a wall hole sealed by an iron fence, and then arrive in a small courtyard with two rows of warehouses.

Follow the back of the back wall of the warehouse on the right, and walk westward to a desolate and dilapidated path that is almost impossible to recognize as the road.

Then he continued to walk along the road and came to a broken house with no one coming and going around him.

Even if you are alone in such a place during the day, you will feel gloomy and terrifying, afraid that something will suddenly pop up.

Even if there are any ghost stories coming out of this, it is not surprising.

But this place where no one dares to come from is gloomy and weird on weekdays, it is silhouetted at night and brightly lit.

Four huge watermelon lanterns were hung in front of the broken house, making the whole yard look as if it was dawn and everything was clearly visible.

There were four people in the weedy yard and a wooden cart.

The three of them were all in the train just now.

One of the four people, with a tired face, stood beside the wooden cart, looking like a small shop serving Zhang Baoren and the others during the day.

There was a strong man with a burly figure, holding a wooden stick wrapped in iron at both ends and the thickness of his wrists in his hand, and was seriously scanning the darkness that could not be exposed to the light.

This person should be the one holding a stick-shaped item.

There was also a thin and old man with gray hair and black clothes. He had just gotten off the wooden stand under the big lantern and was holding a fire note with clear smoke in his hand.

Judging from his figure, he should not be among the three people. He might have met them here.

The last person was a middle-aged man with a wide body and fat body, white face and no beard. He was wearing a brocade dress and a tall hat. He just looked at the eyebrows with fatigue and a little anger.

This person should be the shopkeeper of the restaurant and the owner of this yard.

When the old man got off the stool, the shopkeeper took out a key from his arms and walked towards the door of the broken house.

But when he just took a step forward, he suddenly became stunned and his whole body became stiff.

The muscles on the face kept struggling and trembling, and the eyes gradually became confused and unconscious.

Not only the shopkeeper, but the strong man carrying weapons and the guy who was leaning against the car, also suffered the same changes.

In the sight that ordinary people cannot see, the three corpse gods of different shapes and colors are attached to the three of them.

The shopkeeper was dressed in gorgeous clothes; the guy had a scent of a belly; the strong man with strong energy had lust.

The three of them all had different desire auras rising. As the three corpse gods were swallowed and spitted, they merged with them, which made their minds covered by desire, and their bodies involuntarily stood there.

After a breath, the shopkeeper calmed down and his body seemed to fall asleep, but his eyes were filled with greedy desires.

The young guy still struggled on his face, but the struggle became weaker and weaker.

But the strong man's struggle was not as weak as before, but instead became increasingly fierce. His face and even his whole body became extremely red, as if it was roasted and still steaming.

The next moment, a heavy drum sounded from the strong man's chest, "Dong..."

The charming and unparalleled lustful corpse god was shaken away by a force, shattering and turning into red smoke; in reality, the strong man's muscles bulged, and his body suddenly became bigger.

The red eyes with infinite madness looked at a weed that could not be shined by the light.

He shouted angrily: "Taoist!"

While speaking, his movements did not stop at all. He stepped forward and his body tilted... When the words were finished, the wooden stick as thick as an arm in his hand also fell down with a huge force...

At this moment, a heavy shout sounded, "Yimu!"

In the grass where the strong man had just passed and had not noticed at all, there was a man in black who was completely integrated with the grass and folded his hands together.

The lush and messy grass was swept by the strong wind, growing upwards frantically, and in the blink of an eye, flooding this area.
To be continued...