Chapter 151 Town History Museum

Jiang Cheng found Chen Xiaomeng peeking at him, and his expression suddenly changed, "Why are you looking at me?"

Chen Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to have any contact with Jiang Cheng, a weirdo, outside of the mission, so she found a topic temporarily, "Where do you think the women's files were stored?"

"Police station." Jiang Cheng answered without thinking.

"Do you mean to go to the police station to steal things?" Chen Xiaomeng hugged her arms and raised her eyebrows.

This is obviously not a wise choice. The police don't know where they came from, so it's impossible for them to take out the files and show them to them based on their words.

It may even cause misunderstandings.

"Then go to the archives in the town," Jiang Cheng touched his chin, "There should be a record of this case there, but it may not be as detailed as the police station."

"Okay," Chen Xiaomeng nodded, "There is not much time left, I suggest that we split up into two groups, you go to the archives to find the woman's information, I will go to the Anping Hotel to keep an eye on it, and when you find the woman's information, come and join me."

"Don't even think about it," Jiang Cheng adjusted his sitting position to make himself more comfortable, he squinted his eyes and said, "Although it sounds like the Anping Hotel you are in charge of is more dangerous, don't think I don't know what you think."

"You won't approach Anping Hotel before I get the woman's information. You will only find a place to hide, and then wait for me to arrive and pretend to monitor for a while."

Chen Xiaomeng, whose thoughts were guessed, looked very innocent, but secretly he had dug up Jiang Cheng's ancestral graves. This man is very cunning, and it is difficult to take advantage of him.

"You are judging others by your own standards!" Chen Xiaomeng pretended to be angry and asked, "Then what do you say?"

Jiang Cheng thought about it, came over, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "How about we switch?"

Chen Xiaomeng refused very politely, and sneered, "If it were someone else, it would be fine, but not you."

A few seconds later, she added, "You are too bad."

After some bargaining, the two people with ulterior motives finally reached a gentleman's agreement--

It's better for the two not to separate.

Not only can they not separate, but they must also ensure that the other party is always within the other's sight.

After all, the mission has reached the last moment, and there is a possibility that the mission will be terminated at any time because of the triggering of key clues.

That night, both of them slept uneasily. Chen Xiaomeng couldn't sleep at all because of the dampness and coldness, and Jiang Cheng was kicked awake by Chen Xiaomeng several times because he snored when he slept, saying that his snoring would easily expose the target.

Jiang Cheng was angry and simply sat up and didn't sleep.

He moved his body within a limited range, and his legs and arms were numb because he was asleep and didn't pay attention. Then he took out a matchbox from his pocket, and then took out a wrinkled cigarette from another pocket.

Chen Xiaomeng's eyes lit up, she recognized that this was given to Pei Gan by the old man who raised livestock in the town.

With a "rip", the cigarette was lit.

Chen Xiaomeng stared at Jiang Cheng's face, but before she could say anything, Jiang Cheng's very dissatisfied voice sounded first, "You also want to control me when I smoke a cigarette after the event?"

Chen Xiaomeng suddenly forgot what she wanted to say just now.

It was already dawn.

In the town not far away, the crowing of chickens continued, and then there were a few barkings of dogs. The town, which had been quiet all night, came alive again at this moment.

Some men carrying shoulder poles and dressed simply appeared on the edge of the town.

"We are too conspicuous to enter the town dressed like this," Chen Xiaomeng hid behind a dense bush and looked out through the gap.

Jiang Cheng was behind another bush next to her.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "Let's go over there first, and then see which family has clothes hanging outside. We can change into local clothes and then find a place to store the files."

"Okay."

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

The person who opened the door was a woman in her 40s. She seemed to have not rested well and looked listless.

The woman held a wooden basin and put it on the ground first. Then she took out pieces of clothing from the 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 and closed the door.

After waiting for half a minute, Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng immediately rushed over to grab the clothes they had already chosen, and they did not avoid each other and changed on the spot.

It took only about 20 seconds before and after, and the two of them looked like different people from head to toe.

Shoes were easy to deal with. Both of them wore dark grey shoes, and the styles were not special. After a long journey, they were covered with a lot of dirt. If you didn't look closely, there was nothing wrong with them.

The problem of clothing was solved, and it was time to get down to business.

The villagers in Xiaoshijian Village had probably noticed that they were missing. They still had about 4 or 5 hours.

Chen Xiaomeng's appearance was the kind that stood out in the crowd, so Jiang Cheng had to ask about the archives.

He first picked some wild flowers and weeds, mixed them together, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them, and spit them out on his hands, and then smeared a thin layer of juice on his face.

In this way, a pretty boy who was originally very popular with rich women turned into a color close to the gray and yellow complexion of the townspeople.

Chen Xiaomeng resisted the rejection in her heart, took some from Jiang Cheng, and smeared it on her face.

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

Although there are few outsiders here, there are still some unfamiliar faces. According to the owner of Anping Hotel, most of them are small businessmen who come to buy mountain products and do business.

Jiangcheng chose a man who runs a grain and oil store, asked about it, and brought back the news.

There is a town history museum in Anping Town, about 20 minutes walk to the east of the town.

As they walked towards the town annals museum, Chen Xiaomeng said suspiciously, "I'm afraid we're going to miss out. The town annals recorded in the town annals museum are standard local annals and won't record such things."

"That's not necessarily true," Jiang Cheng seemed optimistic, "It may just be called this, but in essence it is an archive with many categories."

He went on to say, "This is not the era we live in. The management and division of functions will not be so standardized and specific."

Chen Xiaomeng thought about it and felt that what Jiang Cheng said did make sense, so he praised him against his will, "I didn't expect that you, who are not very good, know a lot."

"What's this?" Jiang Cheng immediately straightened his chest when he heard this. He turned sideways and enthusiastically promoted, "If your family has the conditions to charge a diamond VIP in the private room I'm in charge of, you will know what I can do."