Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng noticed that Chen Xiaomeng was peeking at him, and his expression suddenly changed, "What are you looking at me doing?"

Chen Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to have any contact with this weirdo Jiang Cheng outside of the mission, so she temporarily found a topic, "Where do you think the files of women back then were stored?"

"Police station." Jiang Cheng replied without thinking.

"You mean to go to the police station to steal something?" Chen Xiaomeng crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows.

This was obviously not a wise choice. The police didn't know where they were coming from, so they couldn't just take their words and show them the file.

This may even lead to misunderstandings.

"Then go to the archives in the town," Jiang Cheng touched his chin, "This case should also be recorded there, but the details may not be as detailed as in the police station."

"Okay," Chen Xiaomeng nodded, "There isn't much time left. I suggest you split the troops into two groups. You go to the archives to find the woman's information, and I'll go and watch near the Anping Hotel. After you find the woman's information, I'll come to you. I join."

"Don't even think about it." In order to make himself more comfortable, Jiang Cheng adjusted his sitting position and said with squinted eyes: "Although it sounds like the Anping Hotel you are responsible for is more dangerous, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. of."

"You will not approach Anping Hotel until I get the woman's information. You will only find a place to hide, and then when I arrive you will pretend to be watching for a while."

Chen Xiaomeng, whose thoughts were guessed, looked very innocent, but secretly, the ancestral graves in Jiangcheng were dug up and smoked. This man was so clever that it would be extremely difficult to take advantage of him.

"You are judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart!" Chen Xiaomeng pretended to be angry and asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, then came over and tentatively asked in a low voice, "How about we switch?"

Chen Xiaomeng refused in a dignified manner and said with a sneer: "It would be fine if it were someone else, but not you."

A few seconds later, she added: "You have such a bad character."

After some haggling, the two men with ulterior motives finally reached a gentleman's agreement——

It's better not to separate the two of you.

Not only cannot they be separated, but they must also ensure that the other party is always within sight of the other party.

After all, the mission has reached the last moment, and there is a possibility that the mission may be terminated at any time because of triggering key clues.

Neither of them slept peacefully that night. Chen Xiaomeng couldn't sleep at all because it was damp and cold, while Jiang Cheng snored and was kicked awake several times by Chen Xiaomeng, who complained about his snoring. It is easy to expose the target.

When Jiang Cheng got angry, he simply sat up and stopped sleeping.

He moved his body within a limited range, and his legs and arms were numb because he was asleep and didn't pay attention. Then he took out a matchbox from his pocket, and then took out a crumpled stick from another pocket. Cigarettes.

Chen Xiaomeng's eyes lit up, and she recognized that it was given to Pei Gan by the old man who raised livestock in the town.

With a "tear" sound, the cigarette was lit.

Chen Xiaomeng stared at Jiang Cheng's face, but before she could say anything, Jiang Cheng's very dissatisfied voice rang out first, "You have to control me if I smoke a post-event cigarette?"

Chen Xiaomeng suddenly forgot what she wanted to say just now.

It's already dawn.

In the town not far away, there were roosters crowing one after another, and then several dogs barking. The town that had been quiet all night came to life again.

Some men wearing simple clothes also appeared on the edge of the town, carrying poles on their backs.

"We are too conspicuous when we enter the town dressed like this," Chen Xiaomeng hid behind a dense bush and looked out through the gap.

Jiang Cheng was behind another bush next to her.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied: "Post it first, and then see which store has clothes hanging outside. Change into local clothes and then we will find a place to store the files."

"good."

Things went more smoothly than the two imagined. As soon as they reached the edge of the town, they saw a door open and quickly hid.

The person who opened the door was a woman about 40 years old. She seemed to have not had a good rest and seemed to have no energy.

The woman held a wooden basin, first placed the wooden basin on the ground, then took out pieces of clothing from the wooden basin, and hung them on a simple clothesline made of hemp rope in front of the door.

After doing all this, she yawned and returned to the house, closing the door.

After waiting quietly for half a minute, Jiang Cheng Chen Xiaomeng immediately rushed over and grabbed the clothes he had already chosen. He did not shy away from the other party and changed on the spot.

In just 20 seconds, the two of them looked like completely different people from head to toe.

The shoes were easy to say. Both of them were gray in color and not in any special style. After a long journey, there was a lot of mud on them. If you didn’t look carefully, there was nothing wrong with them.

Now that the clothing problem is solved, it's time to get down to business.

The villagers as far away as Xiaoshijian Village may have noticed that they are missing. They still have about 4 or 5 hours.

Chen Xiaomeng's appearance was the one that stood out among the crowd, so he could only leave it to Jiang Cheng to inquire about the archives.

He first picked up some wildflowers and weeds, then mixed them into his mouth, chewed them, spit them on his hands, and smeared the juice on his face in a thin layer.

In this way, a pretty face that was originally very popular with rich women turned into a color similar to the gray and yellow face of the townspeople.

Chen Xiaomeng suppressed the repulsion in her heart, took some from Jiang Cheng's hand, and spread it on her face.

Fortunately, Anping Town is much more open than the remote Xiaoshijian Village.

Although there are few outsiders here, there are still some new faces. According to the owner of Anping Hotel, most of them are small businessmen who come to buy mountain goods and do business.

Jiang Cheng chose a man who opened a grain and oil store. After asking about it, he brought back the news.

There is a town chronicle museum in Anping Town, which is about 20 minutes' walk to the east of the town.

While heading towards the town chronicle hall, Chen Xiaomeng said suspiciously: "I'm afraid we are going to miss the mark. The town annals recorded in the town chronicle hall are standard local chronicles and will not record such things."

"That's not necessarily true," Jiang Cheng seemed optimistic. "It may just be called this, but in fact it is essentially an archive room with a wide range of categories."

He continued: "This is not the era we are in, where management and functional divisions are not so standard and specific."

Chen Xiaomeng thought about it and felt that what Jiang Cheng said did make sense, so she complimented her against her will and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a bad person. You know a lot."

"What's this?" Jiang Cheng immediately puffed up his chest after hearing this. He turned sideways and said enthusiastically with a red face: "If your family has the conditions to be a VIP in the private room I am responsible for, you will know what I am. What will happen?”