The sudden sound of footsteps, my grandson who was still flipping through the book...everything among them made goosebumps rise under Nishino's clothes.

"My grandson...!"

Nishino turned his head, lowered his voice and said quickly:

"Someone is coming...!"

Compared with Nishino who was anxious and nervous, my grandson Danding's expression remained the same.

"Yeah, I heard it."

After that, my grandson moved a small stool next to him, stepped on it, and calmly rummaged for something on Rakshasa's bookshelf.

When Nishino saw this, he felt both admiration and annoyance in his heart.

A huge crisis is coming, but he is calm at every turn - my grandson's psychological quality, which seems to disregard life and death, makes Nishino feel inferior to him.

Looking at my grandson's calm appearance, Nishino's nervousness relaxed a lot unconsciously.

But at the same time, he felt deeply annoyed - so much time had passed and he still hadn't found what he was looking for?

From the moment my grandson opened the cell door for him and he walked out of the cell, his life and fortune depended on my grandson alone.

There was no turning back when I fired my bow, and now I feel annoyed and regretful to no avail.

Xiye shook his head a few times to disperse the negative emotions in his mind.

Now that I have decided to "complicit" with my grandson, I can only give it a try!

At this thought, he gritted his teeth, turned his head, stared at the door, picked up the knife in his palm, and got ready to fight at any time.

He secretly made up his mind: No matter who comes, whether it is an ordinary handyman or a Rakshasa himself, he will not let him disturb my grandson!

Every minute and every second now seems like an hour or a long day to Nishino.

The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer sounded to Nishino's ears like a mountain shaking with thunder.

In Nishino's eyes, looking at the deserted corner of the corridor, it seemed as if a ferocious-looking monster would jump out of it in the next second.

Just when the opportunity arose, my grandson dug out an envelope from a bookshelf filled with papers.

Letter—for intelligence officers, this is a target that cannot be missed.

So, without any hesitation, my grandson took out the letter paper from the envelope and read it quickly.

"This is...?"

The moment my grandson finished reading the letter, he shrank suddenly.

…

…

"Oh, I'm exhausted. I really want to go to Yoshiwara and relax."

"Going to Yoshiwara? Isn't this more tiring?"

"What do you know, that being 'tired' from working and being 'tired' from playing with women are the same thing?"

"That's right."

Two handymen holding rags walked side by side while chatting.

At this time, one of them suddenly sniffed.

"Hmm? Did you smell anything strange?"

"Huh? Huh? There seems to be a strange smell. It seems to be... a burnt smell?"

Instantly, the expressions of the two handymen changed drastically as they realized something.

The next breath, they ran indiscriminately, following the direction from which the burning smell came.

Crossing the corridor, going around the corner, climbing the stairs... After a while, they gradually heard the noise.

Finally, panting, they arrived at the birthplace of the burnt smell - Rakshasa's bedroom.

"Ah! It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"Quick! Call someone!"

"Where's the water? Get water quickly! We can't let the fire spread anymore!"

The corridor splattered with blood, Genjuro's body lying on the ground, the room with stinky black smoke pouring out, the crowds rushing to extinguish the fire... These scenes are full of visual impact and vivid

The ground caught the eyes of two handymen.

They were not expecting this change and couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, a sudden loud shout brought their consciousness back to reality.

"Hey! You! Yes, I mean you two! What are you doing here?! Why don't you go get some water?"

"Yes, yes!"*2

…

…

At this moment——

Lurking in a dark alley, Nishino and my grandson looked up at the houses stained by firelight not far away.

"Huh~ It's such a critical moment... I almost couldn't escape~~"

My grandson was mumbling and had an expression on his face that said he knew the plan.

Nishino leaned against the wall beside him, greedily sucking in the air around him.

The scene just now can really be called "a trace of Jiuding".

Just when the messy footsteps were about to approach Nishino, my grandson finally said the words he had been waiting for for a long time: "We found it, Nishino-kun, let's retreat!"

Before jumping out of the window and leaving, my grandson did not forget to pour fuel on Rakshasa’s bookshelf, and then threw down a lit Western match.

Bear!

The raging fire immediately enveloped Rakshasa's bookshelf.

At the critical moment when he was anxious to escape, he not only didn't waste the time to run away, but also stopped to pour oil and set fire...

My grandson's move was puzzling at first glance, but Nishino knew clearly: he was not doing it to cause trouble for the Rakshasa, or for evil purposes - but to confuse the Rakshasa and protect himself.

Burning the entire bookshelf will make it difficult for Rakshasa to know which piece of his information my grandson and Nishino took away, which will greatly increase the difficulty of his investigation. This method can be said to be a common tactic of espionage personnel.

After he regained his breath, Nishino put the sword back into its sheath and said seriously to my grandson:

"Go quickly, don't stay here."

Although they were already far away from the Rakshasa's base camp, they still made people feel uneasy until they completely threw this "red and bustling" tall house out of sight.

My grandson nodded and said:

"Well, let's go. Follow me."

Without waiting for Nishino's response, my grandson turned around and headed east.

Nishino Shilihu followed suit.

"My grandson, where are you taking me?"

My grandson grinned and smiled faintly.

"I'll take you to see my comrades~I want to immediately inform my comrades of the precious discovery I just found in Rakshasa's dormitory~and discuss the next step with them~~"

Comrade!

Hearing these words, Nishino's eyes narrowed slightly.

My grandson’s comrades…that’s also the other members of the Great Salt Party…

Thinking that he would meet a large number of rebellious officials and traitors soon, Nishino couldn't help but feel complicated feelings in his heart.

Suddenly, he "hooted" and turned the waves in his heart into sounds.

"My grandson, what did you find in Rakshasa's dormitory just now?"

"I will tell you this when I meet my comrades. I don't want to repeat the same content twice."

Seeing that my grandson remained silent, Nishino said nothing more.

The two of them, one behind the other, were speeding along the deserted night road without saying a word.

After a while, Nishino spoke again, breaking the silence:

"...my grandson, why do you want to be a thief?"

"Um?"

My grandson said "Huh?" without looking back.

Nishino continued:

"You are from a banner family, with a prominent family, and a well-off family."
To be continued...