The old man locked the courtyard door, and then said to Mu Mu and Zhao Qingqing: "You two, go inside, and wait until the robbers leave before you leave."
Mu Mu smiled and nodded to the old man, "Thank you, old man."
An old lady wearing navy blue cloth came out of the house. The old lady's long white hair was wrapped around the most common bun in their area. When she saw Mu Mu and Zhao Qingqing, the old lady pointed at them curiously and asked the old man something.
The old man answered the old lady with a smile, and then called Mu Mu and the others into the house.
After entering the house, the old lady poured a glass of water for each of them, speaking in a dialect they couldn't understand.
Mu Mu held the tea cup and sat on the heavy wooden chair. He glanced around the old uncle's living room, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
Zhao Qingqing was tired from running and was thirsty for a long time. He didn't drink as civilly as Mu Mu, who drank a cup in one go.
The old lady poured her a glass and said something to her in dialect with a smile.
She didn't understand, so she could only smile and nod and say thank you.
"Auntie, do you speak Mandarin?" Mu Mu looked at the old lady and asked thoughtfully.
Before the old lady could answer, a child's voice came from upstairs: "My grandma can't speak Mandarin."
Hearing this, Mu Mu and Zhao Qingqing looked upstairs at the same time.
A five or six-year-old child came down from upstairs with a playful smile.
The child didn't walk so gracefully, he jumped up and down, and the wooden stairs were trampled by him.
When the old lady saw the child coming down, she greeted him with a smile and said something to him in dialect.
I saw that the child's steps were more graceful.
Mu Mu guessed that the old lady was reminding him to walk slower.
The old man who brought them here just now speaks fluent Mandarin, but their old lady cannot speak Mandarin...
As she thought about it, her dark eyes became darker and darker.
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In a suite of the largest hotel in the county, several men in black shirts stood in a row with their heads lowered.
A tall man in a white shirt had a silver-gray mask covering half of his face. His lips were as red and enchanting as if he was thirsty for blood. His white hands were holding a canvas bag tightly, and there were two scary marks on the back of his hands.
The scars swelled up and were shocking.
He wandered around in front of several men in black, and the eyes behind the mask revealed a harmful and vicious look.
"Idiots, a bunch of idiots, don't you know how to take a look at the things you get?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slammed the canvas bag in his hand onto one of the men in black.
Then it fell to the ground.
A few coins and a pack of tissues spilled out of the bag.
Several men in black lowered their heads, and they were silent and did not dare to speak.
"That damn girl was actually prepared." The man in white said, his bloodthirsty red lips tugged fiercely, and the viciousness in his deep black eyes became more and more intense.
Suddenly two more men in black came in.
"Master, we chased them to that village, but we didn't catch the two women."
Two men in black walked up to the man in white, nodded respectfully and reported their work to him.
Hearing this, the man in white said coldly: "They can't fly away. They must be hiding in the villagers' houses. Guard that village and catch them immediately when they come out."
"Yes." The two men responded and exited the room.
The man in white suddenly remembered something and asked, "Have you found the reason why there was a sudden power outage in the mall that night?"