Help! This savior is too stupid!

The Broken Puppet kowtowed in front of the statue for an unknown amount of time. More and more pieces fell from its body, and its movements became more agile.

He stood up unsteadily and staggered toward the door.

When passing by the kitchen, he said in a deep voice, "My boss is back, alive and well."

A kitchen knife is suspended in the air, constantly rising and falling, cutting ghosts and making delicious food one after another.

After hearing the puppet's words, the kitchen knife paused for a moment, and then slashed downwards. A ghost frog was chopped to pieces, and a crack appeared on the chopping board.

The next second, there was the sound of water running from the faucet, as if someone was washing their hands.

The sound of water suddenly stopped.

The sound of dull footsteps came, but he was stopped in the back kitchen and could not leave.

The puppet looked at the air, as if it was confronting something.

A voice sounded in the air, "I want to see my boss!"

The doll said coldly, "My boss doesn't see you."

"If you say you can't see me, I'll see you. Who do you think you are? You're a damn waiter, what qualifications do you have to care about me?!"

Pieces continued to fall from the doll's body, and cracks appeared one after another in the air. The two parties did not talk nonsense and started taking action as soon as they met.

"He has no right to care about you, what about me?"

A cold voice came from behind the puppet, and the puppet immediately stopped its hand, but the cook did not leave the kitchen immediately. Hearing the footsteps, it seemed that he took a few steps back.

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged man dressed as a butler, with a single-sided glasses and a gold watch on his waist. He was looking at the doll and the cook coldly and said,

"He is a dead waiter, you are a bad waiter, and I am a bad housekeeper. Who is alive in our inn?"

The puppet didn't say anything, but the cook said, "Master!"

"We no longer have a boss!"

The housekeeper said coldly,

"We have three bosses now, and we must pay no less for every week. If you want to keep this inn open, just do your job honestly. If you can't work, just die."

As he said that, the butler's eyes stayed on the doll for a few seconds.

Sansheng Inn must make regular payments to the three major shareholders every week, and each department has its own tasks.

The doll was originally responsible for the waiter, but he was unable to perform his duties, so he naturally earned less than other departments.

Even the bad idea of ​​using paper figures to welcome guests at the door was all devised to supplement the waiter's income.

After the butler warned the two of them, he left a meaningful message,

"I don't care whether you think it's the East or the West, but one thing is clear. Only if Sansheng Inn is here, can we live. Only if the three bosses take care of us can Sansheng Inn continue to exist.

Don't worry about east, west, north, and south. If the home is gone, does it matter whether it is the boss or whose boss it is? "

After saying that, the butler disappeared from where he was.

There was no sound in the kitchen, and the cook didn't make any noise to see his employer. The kitchen knife was raised again, cutting the ghosts efficiently and creating delicious food.

The doll, known as the Don Tou, dragged his body around in a large circle in the backyard of the inn, avoiding the area where all guests could enter, and got into the counter through an opening.

The action of the doll is very familiar, and even the size of the hole is tailor-made for him.

On the counter of Sansheng Inn, an abacus rattled. On the abacus, there was a white glove playing with the beads, and another white glove hanging in the air, holding a calligraphy notebook.

Noticing the movement of the doll coming in, the sound of the abacus became weaker.

An elegant voice sounded in the puppet's ear,

"Can't pay for this week's share? Can I 'borrow' you some more?"

The accountant who is in charge of the front desk is also called Mr. Cai by Sansheng Inn.

Before the puppet could speak, Mr. Cai fiddled with his abacus twice and let out a sigh.

"That's strange, you have enough money this week, why would you risk coming here? What's wrong?"

The puppet nodded and said five words,

"The boss is back."

The sound of the abacus did not stop, and accounts continued to appear in the ledger. Mr. Cai calmly replied,

"The person I saw at the counter before you received 1,218 life yuan from me."

The puppet asked, "Did you give it?"

"The rules set by the boss are correct. I don't have any reason not to give them. It's just..."

Mr. Cai paused for half a second and said uncertainly,

"I always feel that this person doesn't look like our boss."

"reason?"

"He is a living person! Our boss is not..."

Mr. Cai raised his glove and scratched it in the air twice, as if wiping his neck. The meaning was very clear.

The boss they knew was dead.

The puppet said calmly, "Resurrection from the dead is not a difficult task for my boss."

"That's even weirder."

Mr. Cai said casually while calculating the accounts,

"It's not like you don't know my boss's style of doing things. Whether it's resurrecting the dead or losing my memory, does this matter to my boss?

Since the boss wants to do it, he will definitely arrange everything. He doesn't even have the dragon level to dare to walk into Sansheng Inn like this. Do you think the boss can do such a thing?

Don’t forget, my boss’s past is still here! If you are too weak, you will wake up and pass away, and the host will not be able to walk out of the inn alive! "

Hearing the words 'past body', the puppet trembled and quickly regained its composure.

Obviously, Mr. Cai doesn't think Jiang Bai is the boss he knows.

The puppet asked again, "Has the boss gone upstairs?"

"The man hasn't gone upstairs yet."

Mr. Cai insisted on calling Jiang Bai that person, not his boss.

The puppet nodded, "It's okay if you don't go upstairs. Mother Yang won't let my boss off lightly."

"That person is not my boss, at least not my boss!"

"what ever."

The puppet did not intend to argue with Mr. Cai on this matter, but changed the topic.

"The cook, the housekeeper, me, you, and Mother Yang, our inn has been dying, walking, and going crazy over the years. Are these five dead things left?"

Mr. Cai replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

The doll's eyes glowed red,

"My boss told me back then that there was a mole in our inn!"

Click——

The sound of the abacus suddenly stopped, and Mr. Cai's originally elegant voice was now filled with chill and murderous intent.

"Do you suspect that the employer's disappearance that year was related to the mole?"

"No."

The puppet shook his head,

"Now that my boss is back, I want to find out what happened back then, who is the traitor, and who wants to harm my boss! What happened back then can't happen again!"

Mr. Cai didn't seem to hear the puppet's words, but sighed and said quietly,

"Some things don't need to be taken seriously."

"If the mole is really a threat, it won't be your turn to investigate. The boss will kill him personally..."

The puppet couldn't listen to Mr. Cai's words at all and insisted,

"Since my boss told me that there is a mole, and now my boss is back, I must find this mole before the mole takes action..."

"All right."

Mr. Cai couldn't resist and asked,

"Then what are you going to do?"

The doll tells his plan,

"Open [Past Alley] and restore the truth of the past!"

...

(It’s too late, go to bed first)