Chapter 14 Listening to the Opera

Xia Meng glanced towards the lake, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate the walls. She lowered her voice and said, "The sound is coming from the lake, and the location is uncertain, as if it's constantly moving."

Constantly moving on the lake, and in the foggy weather after nightfall, without any extra explanation, Fatty himself conjured up a rather terrifying scene.

On the misty lake, a red-clothed female ghost with an indistinguishable face floated. The female ghost danced gracefully, humming vaguely, singing a song that was both unclear and extremely mournful, the scene was very eerie.

"Remember?" Xia Meng looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng nodded. "Xiao Shijian Village, there was also a female ghost in the Hanzhen Pool in the back mountain."

Fatty didn't participate in the mission to Xiao Shijian Village, but the doctor told him about it when he came back, and the danger of the process scared Fatty so much that he couldn't sleep well all night.

Especially that ghost liked to break people's necks and then tear their heads off.

In the end, only the doctor, Xia Meng, and a woman named Li Lu survived that mission.

"Something must have happened in this house, resulting in the death of a woman. She may have died in the lake, or her body may have been thrown into the lake after her death," Xia Meng speculated.

"Do...do any of you understand opera?" Fatty shrank his neck, asking in a low voice with an expression that wanted to see what was going on outside but was still very scared, "Like, the songs or something, if we could know what the ghost is singing, maybe we could find some clues."

Fatty's suggestion was good, but unfortunately, both Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng were completely ignorant of opera. However, Xia Meng said that after dawn tomorrow, when everyone came out, they could ask others.

Hearing this, Fatty's dim eyes lit up again. "Right," he nodded repeatedly, "I think that Qin Jian is quite old, he might know something about this."

Now the mission had just started, and these were the only clues. No amount of analysis would yield more information. As for the newspaper in Xia Meng's hand, Fatty understood it as something like Zhuge's bag of tricks, not to be opened unless absolutely necessary.

Now, their focus shifted from the eerie singing outside to how to safely get through their first night here.

Judging from the current situation, no one should have died in the three side rooms yet, but with such a thing happening as soon as it got dark, this night was destined to be long and uneasy.

"I'll take the first watch," Jiang Cheng volunteered, "You guys sleep first, and when it's about time, I'll wake you up, and then you can get up and take the second watch."

There was a platter of fruits and various nuts on the table. After Xia Meng picked one, peeled it, and threw it into her mouth, she patted the crumbs off her hand, looked up, stared at Jiang Cheng, and said in a disdainful voice, "You don't need to leave Fatty to monitor me," she raised her eyebrows, "In front of Crimson, we are allies, I won't attack you."

"Mengmeng, don't misunderstand," Jiang Cheng explained in a slightly higher voice, "I'm just worried that you won't be able to control your evil thoughts and pin me down in the second half of the night."

Hearing this, Xia Meng grinned, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and two cute tiger teeth were revealed at the corners of her mouth. After a while, she suddenly said, "Do you think leaving a Fatty behind can stop me?"

She looked Jiang Cheng up and down with undisguised fiery eyes, and then smiled meaningfully, "I'll knock him unconscious and tie him up," she said, her breath as soft as silk, "It's the same."

"Tsk," just as Jiang Cheng was squinting at Xia Meng, wondering what had gone wrong recently...

Fatty's voice suddenly rang out.

"Miss Xia Meng," Fatty, who had been timid just now, straightened his back and said confidently, "I think the step of you knocking me unconscious is superfluous. First, I'm not as easy to knock unconscious as you think. Second," Fatty said, "As long as you're not too excessive, I won't delay you."

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have found the reason.

The final result of the discussion was that the two took a step back. Jiang Cheng would take the first half of the night, and Xia Meng would take the second half, and the two would not interfere with each other.

As for Fatty... neither of them wanted to take him.

So he could sleep if he wanted to, or sit up if he felt like it, but one thing was for sure, he had to keep his mouth shut and not disturb the other person's watch.

Fatty was very perceptive. After seeing Xia Meng lie down for a while and her breathing gradually become steady, he quietly got up and approached the doctor, who was sitting not far from the candle.

He stretched his neck and naturally reached out to grab the fruit platter in front of the doctor, but as soon as his hand came out, he found that the platter had been taken away by the doctor.

"Doctor," Fatty said with a smile, a little embarrassed, "Don't get me wrong, I was just pretending to be on the other side," he paused, and said firmly, "I was trying to confuse her and infiltrate their ranks."

"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Cheng picked another nut for himself, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and glanced at Xia Meng's sleeping bed, and said in a low voice, "When Xia Meng gets up later, you keep an eye on her."

Hearing this, Fatty nodded repeatedly, "Doctor, you can rest assured that I'll keep watch."

After saying that, Fatty's expression changed slightly. He moved his body closer to the doctor and said in a low voice, "Doctor, I think that since that middle-aged man asked us to accompany Xia Meng on this instance, then it means that at least before the end of the mission, we are useful, so I don't think she will harm us."

"And there are people from Crimson in this instance. If she attacks us, who will help her deal with Crimson?"

Fatty seemed to have thought of something, his face changed, and his voice began to tremble, "That taxi driver sent by Crimson was so evil, Doctor, you saw it too. I think Xia Meng alone can't handle a guy like that..."

"Who told you that the driver was sent by Crimson?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking up.

Fatty was stunned, and then he blinked, "Doctor, I don't understand what you mean? Wasn't it before..."

"All the information we currently know about Crimson was told to us by that middle-aged man. Even the name Crimson was told to us by him, but who can prove that what he said is true?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"We don't even know what Crimson is like, whether it's like they say, or even, to put it more exaggeratedly, whether there is even such an organization as Crimson."

Looking at Fatty's mouth shape, Jiang Cheng knew what he was going to say and interrupted him first, "If you're going to mention that taxi driver again, you can shut up. If you have to say who sent that driver, then I can tell you that the greatest possibility is not the still questionable Crimson, but..." He glanced at Xia Meng's position with a profound look in his eyes.

After a moment of愣, Fatty's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered a chicken soup magazine that he had翻过 bored during the跑车, which had a story that said: the fastest way to reconcile with an opponent is to establish a common enemy for each other.

Crimson... is exactly like that.