A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Shi Tou readily agreed, "No problem at all. If you ask, I'll definitely help."

"Let's go then," Li Jiaojiao said as she made the report and set off.

Seeing that he was about to drive his motorcycle out, Li Jiaojiao stopped him, "No need to drive the motorcycle, it's very close, you can walk there."

Motorcycles make a lot of noise and can easily alert the enemy.

Stone was a little suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions and followed her away.

Inside the low earthen house, several people were lying on straw mats on the ground. The weather was humid and hot, and each of them held a palm-leaf fan.

"Old Scar, why do you think that shrew only lets us rescue girls? Boys are clearly more profitable."

The person speaking is standing by the window keeping watch.

Old Scar gently lifted his eyelids: "Three-Crippled Guy, why do you care so much? As long as you get the money and don't get arrested, that's all that matters."

No matter how much money you're given, you won't live to enjoy it.

Old Scar knew perfectly well that once you started this line of work, it was a matter of life and death.

He went to the execution ground yesterday. He never expected that a bullet the size of a peanut could actually smash a person's skull.

He was terrified just thinking about the horrific scene.

Cui Min picked up the water bottle and took a sip: "Old Scar, where did you go yesterday?"

"execution ground"

This drew everyone's attention, and they all asked in unison, "What are you doing there?"

"Let's go watch the target practice and see if those guys are as accurate as me."

Cui Min glanced at him: "Do you think it's accurate?"

"It's both accurate and inaccurate," he added to himself. Even if it were accurate, it wouldn't be as accurate as someone who's courting death, like himself.

The people in the room remained tight-lipped about the police and were unwilling to talk much.

Cui Min looked at the high sun outside; they were waiting for the sunset, waiting for it to get dark.

"Where are you going after we finish this order?"

Old Scar didn't speak, and neither did the talkative Three-Crippled Man.

"Fine, never mind. I'm planning to go back to my hometown to get married."

The cripple chuckled, "There are so many in the house, why don't you just pick one, pay for it, and take it back to your hometown?"

Cui Min shook his head: "No, they're too difficult to discipline."

"Why should we care? A wife earned through beatings, a family built through hard work," Old Scar said, puffing on his pipe.

Cui Min smiled but didn't say anything. He couldn't take the contents inside; bringing them home would only bring trouble.

Three-Crippled Man wasn't just keeping watch; he was also waiting for someone: "Damn it, why isn't that woman here yet? I'm starving!"

Old Scar picked up a nearby stone and threw it at him: "Show some respect!"

Old Scar didn't say the words "Otherwise, you won't even know how you died," but the warning was etched on his face.

Cui Min glanced at it and then lowered his head; he was hungry too.

Another person in the house was fast asleep, snoring loudly.

Xiao Cui and Chen Dahe helped Zhu Fang out of the police station.

Zhu Fang felt completely weak and powerless, so much so that she had to be supported to walk.

"Ahe, why are you the only one in the office?" Director Zhong asked from outside the door.

He Jie told him about what had happened to Fang Jie recently, and also explained the situation of Li Qiao and Xiao Cui.

Factory Director Zhong glanced at Li Qiao's workstation: "Thank you for your hard work, Ahe."

He turned and left. Director Zhong had come to see Li Qiao; he wanted to ask how things were going with the matter from last time.

Following the route given by Tuotuo, Li Jiaojiao led Shitou through a maze of twists and turns until they arrived near the human trafficking gang's hideout.

Li Jiaojiao didn't go any closer, but instead found a corner to sit in.

Shi Tou, who had been holding back his questions for a long time, finally couldn't hold them back any longer: "Sister-in-law, what is this?"

Why did you just sit on the ground?

“You sit down too, it won’t be that fast,” Li Jiaojiao pointed to the stone bench opposite.

She didn't know when the police would arrive, and the worst-case scenario was that they wouldn't come, and that the human traffickers had already moved to a different location.

Li Jiaojiao then instructed him, "If the police haven't arrived by 4 PM, go back to the convoy and call to say that someone has been killed at 137 Nanqiao Street."

Upon hearing that the number was for calling the police, or that it was a fake number;

Shi Tou immediately realized that his sister-in-law was about to do something big: "Can I ask what happened?"

His cautious manner successfully amused Li Jiaojiao: "That address is where human traffickers hide people."

"Damn, these scumbags are actually so close to us." Stone hated these human traffickers.

Because there were many orphans in the convoy, they built a wall and gate specifically for the convoy to prevent human traffickers.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding," a rapid bicycle bell rang out;

It came from the turn ahead.

Then came a loud curse: "You son of a bitch, can't you watch where you're going? Riding so fast!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Seeing that she apologized so quickly, the man left without saying anything more.

Having witnessed the whole thing, Li Jiaojiao felt a growing sense of doubt.

Why is Zhang Huaijuan here?

Not being familiar with the area, Li Jiaojiao asked Shi Tou, "Is the machinery factory near here?"

Shi Tou travels around every day; there's no place in the provincial capital he doesn't know.

"It's not far, but it takes an hour and a half to walk here, and about an hour to cycle here."

What could possibly make this pampered factory manager's wife ride her bicycle all the way here?

In the original owner's memory, the wives of the factory directors in Lishui Community were usually too lazy to even go out to buy groceries.

They either have their children bring them back, or they have a few close friends bring them back along the way.

Even Li Qiao and Li Mai were entrusted with taking care of him many times.

She remembered what Zhang Huaijuan looked like that day: red lips with lipstick, hair with hair gel, and a cloying, artificial perfume scent.

Every part of it is exquisite, a stark contrast to its previous ordinary appearance.

She was still wearing the light blue work uniform from the machinery factory; if Li Jiaojiao hadn't seen her face, she definitely wouldn't have recognized her.

Stone probably guessed that his sister-in-law was here to keep an eye on him.

"Sister-in-law, I know a better place to observe."

He got up, stepped onto the stone block, and climbed over the wall behind it.

After Shi Tou went inside, he walked behind the door and opened it: "Come in, sister-in-law."

"Where is this place?" Li Jiaojiao stood outside the door dumbfounded.

Shi Tou readily admitted, "It's someone else's house, but the owner is abroad. He knows Brother Yu and forgot his keys today."

Li Jiaojiao patted her head. "Yeah, she's gone mad."

This area can be considered Chen Yu's base camp, so we should tell them about it first.

Behind the wall was a three-story villa, smaller than the one where Li Jiaojiao lived.

After Shi Tou went inside, he walked to the rooftop of the three-room house and replaced an iron plate in the southeast corner of the small room with a smaller yellow wooden board.

He stood there for a while, looking down, and found the number 137 Nanqiao Street that his sister-in-law had mentioned.

After that board is replaced, the team will know that someone is in the house and may need help.

The small room contains not only a yellow wooden board, but also boards of other colors. Blue represents only those who are on your side, yellow represents those who may need help, and red represents those who have important matters to attend to and need immediate assistance.