"Hey!" No sooner had they stepped into the aisle than they heard a loud hoarse voice shouting.

"Don't be so foolish," said Fat Zhang, bolting the door. "Give it a shine."

The voice cried out, "Bring that brother in by the light, and wake up." ”

The speaker seemed to throw a shoehorn or something at the guy he had called to wake him from his deep sleep, only to hear a wooden object fall to the ground with a thud, followed by the muffled grunt of people who were half-asleep.

"Did you hear that?" The same voice shouted, "Fat Zhang is in the corridor, there is no one to greet him, you are sleeping here, as if you have eaten opium pills and rice, it really works." Now that you're sober, why don't you use an iron candlestick to make you completely sober? ”

As soon as the questioning stopped, a pair of slipper-wearing feet walked over in a panic and wiped the smooth floor of the room. From the door on the right, a faint candlelight flashed, and then a figure appeared, this person has been recorded in front of him, it is the guy who was the second junior in the Red Flower Mountain Tavern, and he always had such a problem of speaking through his nose.

"Fatty." The dog barked, and he didn't know whether the joy was true or not, "Come in, come in." ”

"Listen. You get dressed first," Zhang Fatzi said as he pulled Yongchang to the front. "Hurry up. Be careful when I step on your heels. ”

Zhang Fatzi thought Yongchang was slow, muttered and cursed, and pushed him forward. They walked into a low, dim, smoky room. There were two or three broken chairs, a dining table and a very shabby bench in the room.

A man was lying upright on a bench, legs hunched higher than his head, smoking a long clay pipe.

The man wore a well-made snuff-colored coat with brass buttons, a tacky and glaring shawl waistcoat and light brown tweed breeches.

There was not much hair on his head or face, and from time to time he thrust a few ridiculously dirty fingers into his curls, and his fingers were covered with large rings of little value. He was slightly taller than a medium man, and his legs were clearly quite problematic, but this did not in any way detract from his admiration for his riding boots, which he was now gazing at with smugly.

"Dude." The character turned his head towards the door. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm so worried that you're not going to do it, so I'll have to take the risk alone. Oooh. ”

Shang Asai let out this exclamation in a rather surprised tone, and his eyes fell on Yongchang, who turned over and sat up, and asked who it was.

"That kid, that's the kid." Fat Zhang pulled a chair to the stove and replied.

"I'm sure I'm the old camel's apprentice." Shang Arsai announced loudly with a grin.

"Yes, oh." Zhang Fatzi looked at Yongchang and shouted. "When it comes to cleaning the pockets of the old ladies in the chapel, it's a treasure. The face plate is his cash cow. ”

"Don't—don't go too far." Zhang Fatzi took over the conversation impatiently, leaned over his friend who was leaning on the couch, and muttered a few words in his ear.

"All right," said Jean as he sat back in his chair. "While we sit and wait here, give us something to eat and drink, and think of it as for us, or for me, to lift our spirits. Little brother, sit down and roast the fire, rest for a while, you have to go out with us tonight, although the road is not too far. ”

Yongchang didn't say anything, looked at Shang Asai timidly and confusedly, moved a stool and placed it next to the fireplace, sat down, and put his hands on his swollen head. He had no idea where he had been, or what was happening around him.

"Come," said Jean Arsay. "Good luck with success." In order to toast, he stood up specially, carefully put the empty pipe aside, then walked to the table, poured a full glass of wine, and drank it, and Zhang Fatzi also came with a glass.

"Give the boy a drink," Shang said, pouring half a glass of wine. "Drink this."

"Really?" Yongchang raised his head and looked at the man's face pitifully.

"Drink it." Zhang Fatzi responded, "A hand patted on the pocket. "Damn, this kid is more troublesome than a bunch of clever ghosts, drink, you little devil who doesn't know how to lift, drink."

Yongchang frightened these two guys with a fierce look, and quickly swallowed the wine in the cup in one go, and then coughed desperately, making them so happy that even the fat man with a tense face also brought a smile.

The matter was over, and the fat man ate a beautiful meal, and the two guys fell on the chairs and took a nap.

Yongchang still sat on the stool next to the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, next to the ash baffle, and lay straight on the floor.

They fell asleep, or ostensibly asleep, for a while no one moved except Shang Arsai who got up and added coal to the stove once or twice.

Yongchang dozed off groggyly, imagining as if he was walking in a black hole alley, and as if he was wandering around in a church cemetery, this scene from the past day resurfaced in front of him, and at this moment, Zhang Fatzi jumped up and said that it was already half past one. Yongchang was woken up by him.

In the blink of an eye, the other two people also stood up and threw themselves into the busy preparations together. Shang and his partner each wrapped their necks and chin in large black shawls and put on their coats.

Shang Arsai opened the cupboard, found a few things from it, and hurriedly stuffed them into their pockets, "Where's your guy?" ”

"I'll take it." Zhang Fatzi replied.

"The veil, the key, the black light of the eyelet—nothing has fallen, has it?" Shang asked, strapping a small iron pry to a ring on the inside of his coat.

"I can't forget," replied his companion, "bring them some sticks." The time has come. ”

With that, he took a big stick from his companion's hand, and his companion had already handed the other one to Zhang Fatzi, who was busy putting on a cloak for Yongchang. "Let's go." Zhang Fat said, stretching out a hand.

The rare long journey, the surrounding atmosphere, the wine that was forced to drink, Yongchang had already made all this dizzy, and he mechanically stretched out his hand to Zhang Fat to hold, and this was the purpose for him to stretch out his hand.

Zhang Fat said, "Look outside." ”

The guy walked towards the door and came back to report that there was no movement. The two robbers, one left and one right, sandwiched Yongchang in the middle and walked out of the door.

It's dark outside. The fog was much thicker than in the first half of the night. Although it didn't rain, the air was still so humid, and within a few minutes of going out, Yongchang's hair and eyebrows were tensed by the semi-condensed water vapor floating around.

They crossed the bridge and walked towards the lamp he had seen earlier. The well was not too far, and they walked quite quickly, and it was not long before they arrived.

"Passing through the town," said the fat man, "no one will see us on the road tonight." ”

Shang agreed. They hurried through the main streets of the small city. The night was quieter, and the streets were deserted, with the occasional dim light flashing in a resident's bedroom, and the occasional hoarse dog barking piercing the silence of the night. There was no one on the street. When they were out of town, they were just in time for the church bell to strike two o'clock.

They quickened their pace and headed left onto a large road. After walking about four miles, the three men stopped in front of a lonely walled house.

Shang Arsai barely bothered to take a breath, and in the blink of an eye he climbed the wall.

"Hand the boy first," said Shanassey, "and bring him up, and I'll catch him." ”

Before Yongchang could look around, Zhang Fatzi had already grabbed his two arms, and after three or four seconds, he was already lying on the grass inside the wall, followed by Zhang Fatzi also jumped in. The three of them crept towards the house.

Only then did Yongchang realize that the purpose of this expedition was a burglary, if not murder, and the pain and fear were intertwined, making him almost lose his mind. He put his hands together and couldn't help but let out a suppressed exclamation, his eyes were blackened, cold sweat broke out on his pale face, his legs didn't obey the call, and he fell to his knees at once.

"Get up." Zhang Fat Man trembled with anger, pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and shouted in a low voice. "Get up, or I'll make you* splash on the grass."

"Ahh Let me go. Yongchang cried, "Let me run to the side and die in the wilderness." I'm never coming here again, never again, never again. Have mercy on me, don't tell me to steal, spare me. ”

When the fellow heard this plea against him, he cursed viciously, pulled the trigger, and Shang Asai knocked out the gun in his hand, put one hand over the child's mouth, and dragged him towards the house.

"Shh The guy shouted, "That's not the case here." One more word, and I will clean you up and make your head bloom. It's not loud, it's reliable, and it's more elegant. Hey, pry the window panels open. I swear, he's bolder. I've seen veterans his age come to this on a cold swishing night, and in a minute or two they'll be fine. ”

Zhang Fatzi scolded the old camel for a bloody squirt, and actually sent Yongchang to do this errand, and at the same time, he worked hard and quietly did it with a crowbar. After tossing and turning for a while, Shang Asai stepped forward to help again, and the window panel he had chosen shakily opened.

The lattice window was small, about five and a half feet above the ground, at the end of the hallway at the back of the house, where it could have been a dishwashing room or a small workshop.

The window hole was small, and the people in the house might think that it was worthless to take strict precautions here, but the window was large enough for a child of Yongchang's size to get into.

Zhang Fatzi subdued the closed pane with a little trick, and the window opened wide in an instant.

"Listen to me, little rabbit," Fat Zhang took out a lamp from his pocket to hide from the light, pointed the light at Yongchang's face, and said in a low voice. "I'll send you in from here, take this lamp, and walk quietly up the steps in front of you, through the little foyer, to the door, and open the door, and we may come in."

"There's a latch up to the door, and you can't reach it," Champasai interjected, "and there's a chair in the hallway, and you can get one to stand on." There were three chairs, with a large blue unicorn and a golden pitchfork painted on them, the coat of arms of the old lady. ”

"You can't say less, huh?" Shang Asai glared at him. "Is the door to the room open?"

"It's wide open," Zhang Fatzi replied after glancing inside for the sake of insurance. "The wonderful thing is that they always leave the door open and hook it up, and the dog has a nest in that place so that he can walk up and down the corridor when he can't sleep. Ha ha! Led the dog away tonight. Well done. ”