Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

Sha Zhu found a deserted alley near Qianmen Street.

Once inside the space, I prepared to dress myself up nicely.

Sha Zhu found the disguise items he had collected from spies in the space.

And some small items I've collected that can change my appearance, like hair accessories and eyelashes.

Sha Zhu picked and chose, first picking up a wig.

He applied tape directly to his head, covering his face with a fake facial skin.

Wear two extra layers of clothing, and tie a 5-pound iron plate leg brace (made by myself and reinforced with cotton fabric) to each leg.

I changed into a pair of size 43 big shoes and put two thick insoles inside.

This changes everything: height, weight, appearance, and shoe size, plus the added benefit of space.

Even if someone sees you at the crime scene, it's impossible for them to recognize you.

Sha Zhu left the space, stretched his body, and found it quite fun, though a little uncomfortable.

He summoned his bicycle, and Sha Zhu rode it quickly towards Nanluoguxiang.

Qianmen Street was crowded with people, but no one knew anyone and no one paid attention to a stranger who suddenly appeared.

Once you get to the vicinity of Nanluoguxiang, you might not be ignored.

It's fine to pass by in a hurry occasionally, but you can't stay in one place for too long.

So when Sha Zhu was about to pass by the courtyard wall of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang,

When no one is paying attention, they can hide in their own space or cause trouble in the alley outside the courtyard wall where no one is around.

Sha Zhu rode his bicycle past the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Two large red lanterns hung at the entrance of the compound, and a large red "double happiness" character was pasted on the gate.

The couplets pasted on both sides are clearly the work of Yan Bugui.

People were coming and going at the entrance. Neighbors from the neighborhood had brought stools and were sitting at the gate chatting and joining in the fun.

Everyone had a smile on their face, and the atmosphere was quite nice.

Madam Jia Zhang certainly didn't have the ability to invite so many people to come and offer their congratulations.

It's estimated that Yi Zhonghai invited all his colleagues from the factory, most of whom were wearing steel rolling mill uniforms.

Yan Bugui set up a table inside the gate, sat on a stool, guarded the entrance and exit, and collected gifts from the guests.

Sha Zhu rode his bicycle directly into the alley next to the No. 95 courtyard house.

Near the Intermediate People's Court, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, they entered the space along with their car.

I had only been inside the space for a short while when I saw my neighbor sitting at the front door.

Some people were wondering why someone was riding a bicycle into this alley.

I walked over and looked into the alley, but the person riding the bicycle was nowhere to be seen.

There was no one inside, so they returned to their seats and continued chatting and gossiping.

Sha Zhu, being in the space, naturally noticed someone peering into the alley.

This place is rarely visited by people, so it's perfectly normal for it to attract attention.

Sha Zhu kept a constant mental focus on the surrounding area.

It was already past 11 o'clock. There was a cook in the middle courtyard whom I didn't recognize.

He was busy with his apprentice at a makeshift stove, wearing the steel mill's uniform; he must have been a chef from another canteen.

Inside a broken room in the corner leading to the backyard, enemy agents were boiling water to make tea.

He was dressed very formally, and occasionally peeked his head out towards the central courtyard, probably because he was going out for a banquet later.

"Sigh," Sha Zhu sighed for the spies, "Forget about eating. They didn't even get to eat their last meal."

Without hesitation, he put the guy into his spatial storage. While the spy was still in a daze,

As soon as he saw the silly pillar inside the space, his body was controlled by the silly pillar.

He watched helplessly as Sha Zhu reached out and beckoned a pistol, shooting himself in the head and in the heart.

Even after he stopped breathing, this guy didn't close his eyes.

He was probably so shocked that he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Sha Zhu began operating the system using his mind, activating the radios he had previously collected from enemy spy gathering points on Qianmen Street.

A codebook, and a few mediocre pistols.

They were all moved to an underground room in the enemy agents' residence and placed there together with the underground radio.

Then, a box of jewelry and two boxes of yellow croaker were left in the space, one box of large yellow croaker and one box of small yellow croaker.

All other jewelry, gold ingots, and silver coins were moved to the underground room.

They were placed together with the radio; wow, it was quite a sight—dozens of boxes! Even Sha Zhu was a little reluctant to part with them.

Unfortunately, these things are useless to me now; they can't be used for food or drink, nor can they buy a house.

There's enough space left for the next thirty years.

Besides, it's not enough. We'll have to go on another round of patrols tonight; there are just too many spies around.

Even if these spies are out of money,

"If we take a stroll along the moat of Beijing, we can collect some gold and silver jewelry," Sha Zhu comforted himself.

Not long after, Jia Dongxu rode Sha Zhu's bicycle with Qin Huairu into the courtyard gate, a big red flower tied to the bicycle.

Qin Huairu, at 18, is fucking gorgeous. To be honest, Sha Zhu is a little smitten.

That little face, those little eyes, had an irresistible charm; Zhang Wuji's mother was right after all.

Sha Zhu suppressed his burgeoning thoughts. He mentally encouraged himself.

You monster, I, Old Sun, will smash you to death with this stick!

Jia Dongxu led Qin Huairu into the house, followed by Xu Damao.

Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangqi also wanted to rush inside; all of them were completely captivated.

Jia Zhangshi stood guard at the door and stopped the little ones.

A group of relatives from the countryside followed behind, and Yi Zhonghai directed them to sit in an empty seat.

By this time, the chef was almost finished preparing the meal.

We were just waiting for the host to give the order to begin the meal; the food prepared today was quite good.

There were meat dishes and vegetable dishes, and the cooked chicken, duck and fish were all plated and arranged.

Jia Zhangshi was definitely unwilling to waste this money. In her opinion, as long as it wasn't her money, she would be happy.

I bet it was that sucker Yi Zhonghai who paid for it again. You've already broken your arm, haven't you?

Instead of resting and recovering properly, he's still giving orders haphazardly in the hospital.

Looking at his smiling face, you'd think the old iron tree was about to bloom again.

At this time, all the seats in the courtyard were full, with most of them concentrated in the central courtyard.

Two tables were set up in Yi Zhonghai's house, and one table was set up in Jia's house.

With so many people, several tables were set up in the front yard under Yi Zhonghai's direction.

Neighbors in the courtyard, colleagues of Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu at the factory, and friends in the neighborhood with whom I have a good relationship.

Qin Huairu's family members, who had come with her, filled the seats.

Yi Zhonghai stood in the main building of the central courtyard, facing the distinguished guests filling the space.

After a few opening remarks, a command was given, "Let the feast begin!"

Then I returned to my seat and sat down with the deaf old lady and a few close colleagues, and we chatted happily.

Sha Zhu noticed that Jia Dongxu and his wife only paid respects to Jia Zhangshi.

It's a bit strange that Yi Zhonghai, the master, isn't involved.

After thinking about that old hag Jia Zhangshi, there was nothing she wouldn't do, and he felt relieved.

While the older women were serving the dishes, Sha Zhu started his crazy antics.

Using my mind to control croton powder, I sprinkled croton powder on everyone without anyone seeing me.

It can either cover the surface of the vegetable, or it can penetrate directly into the vegetable.

Sha Zhu tried to soak all the vegetables in croton powder, but he had to control the amount. He couldn't let anyone get sick, but he also couldn't make it too easy.