Chapter 146 Weirdly exciting
“Gululu”
Jiang Cheng’s stomach growled unsatisfactorily, awakening the hunger that Chen Xiaomeng had finally suppressed. In addition to drinking early in the morning They had some porridge, but they hadn't eaten anything all day.
The village chief and others seemed to have forgotten them. After all, they were just tools used to block guns, not experts.
It is not cost-effective to waste food on them.
Just when Chen Xiaomeng was about to take a rest and wait for action at night, Jiang Cheng walked to where she was sleeping, then fumbled a few times under the quilt, and found two very large sweet potatoes in his hand.
Chen Xiaomeng was so shocked that her eyes widened.
“Fortunately, I hid two last time.” Jiang Cheng said with satisfaction, holding a sweet potato in one hand.
Carefully placing the sweet potatoes next to the stove, Jiang Cheng added a few pieces of broken charcoal to it, and then squinted his eyes and warmed himself by the stove. The warm fire warmed his body. .
After Chen Xiaomeng swallowed her saliva, she also walked over and sat down next to him.
The two were not worried about villagers raiding them.
It's night now, and they don't have time to hide. And don't forget, this is the Qian family compound, and the ghost has killed countless people here.
The fire was very bright, and in a short while, the sweet potatoes were roasted until they were charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
Chen Xiaomeng didn't bother to greet Jiang Cheng, wrapped her hand with a piece of cloth, and then picked out the sweet potato that looked more delicious. Jiang Cheng's hand was a step slower.
The two of them were obviously starving. Chen Xiaomeng was more reserved and ate all the flesh from the sweet potato skin, while Jiang Cheng even ate the skin.
After finishing his meal, he stared at the small half of sweet potato in Chen Xiaomeng's hand.
After the latter found out, he stuffed the remaining sweet potatoes into his mouth. While chewing with his cheeks puffed up, he looked at Jiang Cheng with a victor's attitude, as if to say that you can give up now.
Fortunately, the village chief and the others left half a jar of water last time, otherwise they would still have to worry about thirst.
“When will we leave?”
After eating and drinking, Chen Xiaomeng, who was leaning against the wall, felt less disgusted even looking at Jiang Cheng’s face.
"Wait a little longer until everyone in the village is asleep." Jiang Cheng used a wooden stick to poke the charcoal in the stove to loosen it so that it would burn more fully.
In this era, there are no mobile phones, let alone the Internet. The barrenness of nightlife is beyond the imagination of modern people, so after having enough tossing in bed at night, you can only sleep.
The black sky is like an iron pot tipped upside down on the ground. Looking at it for a long time makes people feel suffocated.
The village was as quiet as death under the night.
They have stayed in the village for so long, but they have never heard the sound of roosters crowing or dogs barking.
In this old village in the mountains called Xiaoshijian Village, there seems to be only a group of people living in fear every day and struggling to survive.
Guessing that it was almost time, Jiang Cheng woke up Chen Xiaomeng, who was not sure whether he was pretending to sleep or whether he was really asleep. After the two checked their belongings, they opened the door.
Leaving the Qian family compound, the two walked along the way they came in the afternoon and appeared quietly outside the Honghong family yard.
They walked very carefully along the way, without disturbing anyone or making any noise.
Chen Xiaomeng seemed to have experience in tracking and anti-stalking. When she arrived outside Honghong's yard, she nodded to Jiang Cheng very seriously and said that no one was following her.
The courtyard door was made of wood, and the surface was very rough. It made a friction sound whether it was opened or closed, so the two decided to climb over the wall directly.
It is said to be a courtyard wall, but it is actually a row of low fences.
Chen Xiaomeng took a running start, holding on to the fence and jumped over. Her figure flashed in the air, very neatly, and there was almost no sound when she landed.
When she looked back at Jiang Cheng, she found that the latter had found a broken fence, and then squirmed in from side to side with his face almost touching the ground.
But when he found Chen Xiaomeng looking at him, he immediately seemed to be a different person. After standing up, he patted the dirt on his body and pretended to straighten his waist, as if he had jumped in just now. .
They tiptoed to the door of the room. There was a wooden door here, and light shone through the cracks in the door.
The two of them approached the crack in the door and peeked inside.
The space in the house is not large, and the layout is very simple. There is only a low wooden table placed on the kang. There is a kerosene lamp on the wooden table. A woman who looks about 30 years old is sitting cross-legged. On the kang, under the faint light, I mended clothes.
There is also a large dustpan made of bamboo on the kang, which contains a pair of large black iron scissors, as well as needlework, cloth heads and other things.
It seems to be because of the cold, there is a quilt half wrapped around the woman.
There was a heating stove placed in the middle of the room. The area around the stove was clean and looked like it had not been used for a long time.
Everything in this room shows the poverty of this family.
A woman should be Honghong’s mother.
They haven't seen Honghong or the grandmother in Honghong's mouth for the time being, but it's so late, they should have gone to bed, and there is more than one room in the yard, they may be next door.
Chen Xiaomeng held her hand on the door, her eyes changed slightly, and she was ready to rush in.
Suddenly, she felt a finger poke her.
Turning his head, it was indeed Jiang Cheng’s mean face.
He pointed to the room, then to himself, and gestured to Chen Xiaomeng without making a sound, "Let me go in first."
"Why ?" Chen Xiaomeng gestured with his eyes.
Jiang Cheng licked his lips, blushed, leaned over and whispered softly: "This is my first time breaking into a widow's door at night. It feels very exciting."
Chen Xiaomeng: "."
Under the darkness, Chen Xiaomeng could clearly see the excitement on Jiang Cheng's face.
The next second, Jiang Cheng exerted force on his wrist and pushed open the door in an instant. Then before the woman mending clothes could react, he rushed forward and grabbed her by the throat.
The huge inertia even brought the woman's entire body backward and hit the cabinet behind her.
Because of the cushioning of the quilt, the sound I heard was similar to the muffled sound of a Xinhua dictionary falling to the ground.
After Chen Xiaomeng came in, she immediately turned back and closed the door.
Jiang Cheng had no intention of letting go. He looked condescendingly at the woman's face, which was gradually turning blue due to suffocation. There was no expression on her cold face.
The woman was frightened and her body was shaking. She had lost the strength to resist and think. All she could do was stare at her terrified eyes.
“I want to ask you a few questions next,” Jiang Cheng’s voice was flat and cold, “If it’s you, just nod, if not, just shake your head. Otherwise, make any unnecessary movements, or If you try to call for help, I will stab you to death, and then stab your daughter Honghong to death." He raised his chin, his face flickering under the dancing flames, "Do you understand?"
Woman? He was stunned for a moment, then nodded wildly.
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