Gentle Sleep Instructor

Chapter 151 Town History Museum

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

Chen Xiaomeng was taken aback. She didn't want any contact with this weirdo, Jiang Cheng, outside of their mission, so she came up with a topic on the spot, "Where do you think the women's files from back then would be stored?"

"The police station," Jiang Cheng replied without hesitation.

"You mean we're going to steal something from the police station?" Chen Xiaomeng crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

That was clearly not a wise choice. The police didn't know where they came from, so they wouldn't just hand over the files based on their say-so.

It might even cause a misunderstanding.

"Then we'll go to the town's archives," Jiang Cheng stroked his chin. "They should have a record of the case there too, though it might not be as detailed as the police station's."

"Okay," Chen Xiaomeng nodded. "We don't have much time left. I suggest we split up. You go to the archives to find information on the women, and I'll keep an eye on Anping Inn. After you find the information, come meet me."

"Don't even think about it." Jiang Cheng adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable. He squinted and said, "Even though Anping Inn, which you're responsible for, sounds more dangerous, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"You won't approach Anping Inn until I get the information on the women. You'll just find a place to hide, and then pretend to be watching for a while after I arrive."

Chen Xiaomeng, having her thoughts exposed, put on an innocent face, but inwardly she had already cursed Jiang Cheng six ways to Sunday. This guy was too clever; it was as difficult as ascending to heaven to get the better of him.

"You're judging a gentleman's heart with the mind of a petty person!" Chen Xiaomeng feigned anger and asked, "Then what do you suggest?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, leaned closer, and tentatively whispered, "How about...we switch?"

Chen Xiaomeng flatly refused, giving him plenty of face, and sneered, "Anyone else would be fine, but not you."

A few seconds later, she added, "Your character is too bad."

After some haggling, the two, each with their own ulterior motives, finally reached a gentlemen's agreement—

They... should still not separate.

Not only should they not separate, but they also had to ensure that the other was always within sight.

After all, the mission had reached its final moments, and there was a possibility that it could end at any time by triggering a key clue.

Neither of them slept soundly that night. Chen Xiaomeng couldn't sleep because it was damp and cold, while Jiang Cheng was kicked awake several times by Chen Xiaomeng for snoring, who said his snoring might expose their location.

Jiang Cheng, annoyed, simply sat up and didn't sleep anymore.

He moved his body within the limited space, and his legs and arms, which had fallen asleep and become numb, because he hadn't paid attention while sleeping. Then he took out a matchbox from his pocket, and then pulled a crumpled cigarette from another pocket.

Chen Xiaomeng's eyes lit up. She recognized that this was what the old man who raised livestock in town had given to Pei Qian.

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

Chen Xiaomeng stared at Jiang Cheng's face, but before she could speak, Jiang Cheng's very dissatisfied voice rang out first, "Are you going to interfere even if I smoke a post-coital cigarette?"

Chen Xiaomeng suddenly forgot what she wanted to say.

The sky was already faintly bright.

In the town not far away, the crowing of chickens rang out one after another, followed by a few barks of dogs. The town, which had been quiet all night, was now alive again.

On the edge of the town, some men carrying carrying poles and dressed plainly also appeared.

"We'll stand out too much if we go into town dressed like this," Chen Xiaomeng hid behind a dense bush, peering out through the gaps.

Jiang Cheng was in another bush next to her.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "Let's get closer first, and then see if any family has clothes hanging outside. We'll change into local clothes, and then we'll find the place where the files are stored."

"Okay."

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

The one who opened the door was a woman in her forties, who looked listless as if she hadn't rested well.

The woman held a wooden basin, first placed the wooden basin on the ground, and 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 and Chen Xiaomeng immediately rushed over, snatching the clothes they had already chosen, and changed on the spot without avoiding each other.

In just over twenty seconds, the two looked like different people from head to toe.

It was easy to deal with the shoes. Both of their shoes were dark gray, the styles were not special, and after a long journey, they were covered with a lot of mud. There was nothing wrong with them if you didn't look closely.

Now that the clothing problem was solved, it was time to get down to business.

The villagers in Xiaoshijian Village had probably already discovered that they were gone. They probably had about four or five hours left.

Chen Xiaomeng's appearance was the kind that stood out in a crowd, so asking about the archives could only be left to Jiang Cheng.

He first picked some wildflowers and weeds, then mixed them together and chewed them in his mouth, and spat them on his hands, applying the juice thinly to his face.

In this way, a little white face who was originally very popular with rich women became a color similar to the gray and yellow complexion of the townspeople.

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

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

Although there were few outsiders here, there were some new faces after all. According to the owner of Anping Inn, most of them were small businessmen who came to buy mountain goods.

Jiang Cheng chose a man who ran a grain and oil shop, stepped forward to inquire, and brought back the news.

There was a town history hall in Anping Town, on the east side of the town, about a 20-minute walk away.

While heading towards the town history hall, Chen Xiaomeng said suspiciously, "I'm afraid we're going to be disappointed. The town chronicles recorded in the town history hall are standard local chronicles, and they won't record such things."

"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Cheng seemed very optimistic. "It may just be called that, but in essence, it's a diverse archive."

He continued, "This isn't the era we're in. Management and functional divisions won't be so standard and specific."

Chen Xiaomeng thought about it and felt that what Jiang Cheng said made sense, so she insincerely praised, "I didn't expect you to be such a useless person, but you know a lot."

"What's this?" Jiang Cheng immediately straightened his chest upon hearing this. He turned sideways and enthusiastically promoted with a glowing face, "If your family has the means to recharge an annual diamond VIP in the private room I'm in charge of, you'll know exactly what I can do."