Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

"Haunted..."

Vina suddenly remembered that the woman not only disappeared at the end of the corridor, but also walked out of her room without opening the door.

But she had just woken up and didn't pay attention for a while:

"what happened?"

"There used to be a waitress in the shop who secretly collected tips and provided special services to customers during massage."

Vina: "What special services?"

"That kind of...service, you know."

"After the two of them finished, the man didn't want to pay, and an argument broke out. During the scuffle, the waitress was pushed down and hit her head on the corner of the table and died...

It is for this reason that our boss is no longer willing to hire female waiters, and all the waiters in the store are replaced by men. "

Vina: "Oh? So this is still a haunted house?"

"No, no, no… There's a problem with this one room only. It's been sealed." The waiter hesitantly said.

Vina: "Open it for me. Otherwise I will sue your boss. You just said your hotel is a haunted house."

"I didn't." The waiter cried out in injustice. He never expected that he would be involved in such a thing just because he gossiped with the guests. He pointed at Vina:

"You are being unreasonable."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the key." Vina didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. Who else could she talk to if he tried to reason with her?

He was suddenly dragged into the strange story of rules and started living a life of fear from then on.

"It's at Brother Feng's place. I don't have it, and I don't have the authority to get it."

Brother Feng, I’m talking about the front desk as soon as you enter the door.

"Okay, you can go now." Vina sneered after receiving the news.

She didn't really believe what the waiter said. It was very likely that he was making up a dirty rumor. After all, the person was dead, so let him say whatever he wanted. The dead couldn't come back to treat the disease.

Vina returned to her room and continued practicing calligraphy.

Soon, night fell and the air was filled with mist. In the dim light, Vina opened her eyes again and found herself back in the military camp.

In front of me was a wooden table, writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and on one side of the paper there were twenty illogical words written on it.

Such handwriting was definitely unacceptable, and Vina crumpled the paper into a ball.

……

On the other side, Chen Yue was in the enemy camp, drinking and chatting with the surrounding soldiers and gathering information.

Chen Yue was very good at taking advantage of troubled waters and quickly became familiar with the people there.

Not outstanding, not too bad either, just mediocre.

Fortunately, most of the people here have no faces, which reduces the possibility of him being exposed because of his appearance.

Slowly, he learned some information.

Compared with the other side, they are the invading party, coming to attack the border and seize resources.

Chen Yue pondered,

The soldiers here seem... a little too relaxed.

Judging from the information he exchanged with Sang Wen during the day, it seemed that Sang Wen had more people than them, and they were not short of food and fodder for the time being.

So where does this sense of relaxation come from?

The feeling of giving up even though you know you are going to die?

Not quite.

He looked at the group of "big brothers" in front of him, took a sip of wine, and asked quietly: "Do you think we can take it down this time?"

"Sure?"

"how do you know?"

"If the master says it's possible, it's possible."

In the army, orders are as heavy as a mountain, and every soldier has a mysterious confidence in his superiors.

The captain the other party was referring to was a "decapitalist captain", in charge of a team of ten people. Chen Yue was now at the grassroots level and was being managed by others.

If he wants to know the enemy's real secret, his position is far from enough. Chen Yue thinks about how to get promoted?

It would be best to get a position like Sang Wen, where you can probably get access to the most core secrets.

"Go, get me a pot of wine."

The old soldier on the ground was drunk and started shouting and yelling, with a hint of bullying in his voice.

Chen Yue stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Several large wine jars stood on the ground, and people were busy in the kitchen.

Got it. Since he couldn't get promoted, why didn't he poison these people and knock them out?

He didn't have a drug that could kill people, and it was too obvious.

Chen Yue took the opportunity to chat with a few cooks to distract his attention.

A little white snake dog stealthily opened the wine jar and spat into it.

……

At the same time, Vina stared at the figures coming and going outside the tent.

She had been sitting here for nearly four hours. Except for the first ten minutes when she was writing, she had been looking for a way to start a fire that would be both effective and not arouse suspicion.

Hey, this handsome guy passing by is pretty good. He has a torch in his hand and is suitable to take the blame.

Who told her to like playing with fire?

Vina stood up and prepared for action.

Just then, Sang Wen walked in, followed by several subordinates.

"You." Sang Wen pointed at Vina unintentionally: "Come with me, I have something to ask you."

"You do his job first." Sang Wen ordered a soldier next to him.

The subordinate was suddenly called by name and stammered, "Well, that guard, I can't read."

"Illiterate?" Sang Wen, who had participated in literacy campaigns, was not able to react at first.

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have joined the army."

Sang Wen: “…”

Forget about this. In this era, reading is a precious thing and few people can read.

"I can be that guard." A smart soldier stood up from behind.

Sang Wen nodded and patted his shoulder: "Then it's you."

"Remember to tell Lao Chu later."

"Yes."

The two left.

The soldiers who were left behind began to work diligently.

The sky brightened, a night passed, and the three people reappeared in the original place.

Chen Yue was still outside the door, while Sang Wen and Vina were inside.

The front desk clerk came to open the door and Chen Yue followed him in.

The person at the front desk nicknamed him "Brother Feng". Although he has a macho name, he speaks and acts in a gentle and soft voice.

Brother Feng came to his seat, opened the drawer to get paper and pen, and Chen Yue glanced at a large bundle of keys inside.

On the table, there is a desktop phone.

"Can I use it?"

Brother Feng narrowed his eyes: "Of course, my guest."

Chen Yue fiddled with the phone for a while. During this time, Brother Feng was playing games at the front desk and ignored this side.

Chen Yue dialed the number specified in the rules:

"Hello, if you want to know the best excavator, go to Luxiang in the world of ghost stories. Hello, do you have any needs?" A skilled voice came.

Chen Yue glanced at the computer, and Brother Feng immediately looked away.

Chen Yue curled his lips: "I want some dumplings."

"You're crazy, we're not a restaurant." The person on the other end hung up.

Chen Yue deleted the call record and turned around: "Do you know where I can order takeout? I want to eat dumplings."

Brother Feng: “No.”

Chen Yue raised three orchid fingers, grabbed Brother Feng's hand, and said lovingly: "How about you make one for me?"

"what!"

The person on the other side screamed, quickly pushed Chen Yue away, and threw him a phone book: "It's in here, find it yourself."

"There really is..."

Chen Yue's original intention was to scare the other party away so that it would be easier for him to communicate with Lu Xiang.

I didn't expect that even after this, Brother Feng had no intention of leaving my sight.

The phone book is very old and filled with densely packed information, all handwritten, some of which is illegible.

Chen Yue found the column with newer handwriting and made a call: "Hello, Hot Spring Hotel, I want to order a takeaway!"

A woman's horrified voice came from the other side: "What, this hotel is still open?"

Then a man seemed to take the phone from the woman and said in a rough voice: "Not for sale!"

"Go away. I'm warning you. Don't call us again."