Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 99 Infiltrate
Under the influence of the giant's heart, Jing'an's state is almost always in the best state.He lowered his head and glanced at his right hand—as the price of rubbing against the side wall, the nails of all five fingers tended to curl up.

But it's not a serious problem, as long as you leave it alone, it will change back to its original state in a few hours.After all, strong resilience is also one of the abilities of the Giant Heart.

After simply adjusting her breathing, the bright golden pupils in Jing An's eyes also dissipated at the same time.While looking around, he walked forward slowly until he reached the front of the house.

The huge signboard hangs in front of the window sill on the second floor, and because of the rough reinforcement with iron nails, it looks a little crooked at this time.

Bosha Tavern.

The source of the sour smell of ale comes from here.

After looking at it several times, Jing'an failed to obtain any useful information from the surrounding area.The location of this tavern is not conspicuous, it is not built next to the main road of the cliff pass, but is located at the corner of a cliff, which looks extremely remote.

But it is also due to this that the outposts distributed in the settlement cannot accurately capture the movements on this side.If you want to remain covert for intelligence gathering, starting here is obviously the best choice.

"There's...some movement inside."

Among the characteristics brought by the giant heart, only the eye of wisdom can increase his visual senses.Right now, he doesn't have any other special abilities that can strengthen his sense of hearing, so he can only obtain information through the simplest way.

I saw Jing An gradually approaching the side of the tavern, and turned her head, trying to catch some movement inside with her ears.

Crushed sound.

Mixed with inexplicable laughter, the sound of glass crashing, and some cursing and roaring.Such a complex and non-nutritive voice made Jing An frowned slightly.

But at the same time, some information that he had to pay attention to was contained in it.

"The caravan...the mountain was blocked by heavy snow...forced to stay..."

With just a few words, Jing An keenly noticed something strange.But when he wanted to continue to analyze in depth, the movement inside suddenly became quieter.

The drinking session is over.

The ear-piercing creaking sounds of the seats and stools rubbing against the floor became one piece at this moment, and even Jing An could hear it without hindrance through the wall.He tried to take a few steps back, and through the frosted glass on the first floor, he caught a glimpse of the constantly flipping figure inside.

There are a lot of people, there should be... no less than ten people.

Seeing this scene, the confusion in Jing'an's heart and the moment did not decrease but increased.

Along the way, there were only a few people on the sentry post, and even the fireplace in the house was always bright.No matter what angle you look at, it looks like a settlement that is functioning normally.

So what did he see yesterday?
It was obviously a deserted scene yesterday, why did so many people appear out of thin air in just one day?
Am I still in the dream painting of the path of illusion?

If he hadn't considered the risk of possible exposure, Jing'an would have even wanted to return to the place where he fought with another mutant yesterday - he had a very subtle feeling that, if he guessed correctly, the damage caused by yesterday's fight would, at this time There should be no shadow left.

Reality and memory are intertwined, and the strong sense of dislocation with the moment makes Jing An fall into a state of sluggishness for a while.After thinking about it for a while, he finally made a simple comparison between himself and the other party, and finally made a simple judgment.

"It's better to take someone back and question him carefully."

Obviously, at this time, it is obviously safer to have a one-on-one private 'communication' on the spot.But it's a pity...Jing'an doesn't know how to use the northern common language proficiently.

With the help of the system, he was able to understand without any difficulty, but was unable to carry out complex dictation.

Even today, in just a few days, Jing'an can only communicate with the simplest commands.

If you want to communicate more deeply, you can only translate through Aisha to fully express his meaning.

After making up her mind, Jing An no longer hesitated.He looked around and activated his eyes of wisdom again.His gaze penetrated the confines of the wooden wall.

Through the simulated silhouette image, Jing'an made the most intuitive judgment based on height, clothing, and simple body shape.

"Eleven grown men, three young children, two young women..."

Thanks to the hierarchical structure of the tavern, Jing An can easily see the situation in each house.

After a hesitation, he turned around until he was under the window sill on the other side—under the effect of perspective, he knew that there was no one in the room.

He reached out and tried to pull it.The push-pull rough glass, which is not complicated in craftsmanship, does not have the concept of a latch. Instead, with Jing'an's push, it was easily opened.Without any hesitation, Jing'an jumped into the room and closed the window behind her again.

Facing him were several wooden barrels piled up in the corner, and the sour smell exuded made him frown.

After casually looking around, after seeing the bacon and the frying pan hanging on the stove, Jing An somewhat understood where he was right now.

This should be the storage room of the back kitchen.

While Jing An was still observing, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near.Accompanied by Xixi Suosuo's whispers, they came to Jing'an's ears.

"Put these things away, especially the dishes, which are all stained with dried grease...remember to soak them all in the sink! Otherwise, Father Hart will see you later, and you will be scolded."

"All right, all right, I'm not an ignorant brat, do I need to remind you of all this?"

The voices of the two passed from outside the house until they pushed open the side door beside Jing An.

"The travelers in the caravan have been staying for more than a week, sister, do you think they really have the money to pay their bills?"

"Jasmine, we don't need to worry about these things. Papa Hart will have his own considerations. What's more... the business of the tavern has not been very good in the past few years. If it continues like this, maybe Papa will still want to save money. , and fire us."

The implication is that this ignorant girl can restrain herself a bit.

"At least don't say such sarcastic remarks anymore, can you?"

"Uh... well, I hope these vulgar fellows don't renege on their debts."

"Then I will trouble you to clean up these tableware. I will go upstairs first and arrange the rooms of these guests. I will come back to help you when I am done."

After the promised response, the wooden door was pushed open, and the sound of closing was heard one after another.In the kitchen where only one person was left, a woman named Jasmine was humming an unknown song, while she lowered her body and poured out a large basin of hot water from the heated wooden barrel.

To remove grease stains, soap and hot water are both must-haves.

And just when she finished preparing these tasks and was about to do a big job, a pair of hands suddenly extended from the back of her neck and covered her mouth.

"Shut up, or you'll die."

(End of this chapter)