Chapter 105
Nangong Iren
Yihshyong's forehead wrinkled. His eyes looked straight ahead.
"Shyongge!" Iren patted Yihshyong on the shoulder.
"What is it?" Yihshyong raised his eyebrows.
"Mr. Shiuander is in the living room inside this house. He has to stay there because if the house keeper shows up in the living room and he doesn't see anyone sitting there, then things will get messy."
Yihshyong looked confused. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"In this car, we left precious things. So I think it's best if one of us stays here while the other goes to buy food."
"Ah!" Yihshyong sighed. "I see what you mean." He chuckled.
"Now, Shyongge, do you want to guard here or want to buy some food?"
"I should be the one asking. Do you want to stand guard here or go buy some food?"
"This morning I already went to follow the girl. So now, how about if Shyongge go to buy food?"
Yihshyong laughed again. "Okay, I will go."
"Thank you, Shyongge."
"But wouldn't it be best if you go into the living room first? You can borrow the car key from Mr. Shiuander. So you can wait in the car. I think that would be much more comfortable than standing outside like this."
"No need, Shyongge. If I go inside again, it will only take longer. After all, earlier we told Mr. Shiuander that we were going to find a small stall for dinner. Not bringing food here to eat in the car. I feel bad if he finds out we eat in the car. That means we let him wait alone in the living room of the mansion while we enjoy our meal here."
"Hmm. I agree with what you said. TIn that case, right now I have to set out to find a place that sells things that can fill our stomachs."
"Shyongge, if you can, walk a little faster."
"Haven't I always walked at a speed above average?"
"True! But I mean, even faster than usual."
"Hah!" Yihshyong glared. "I'm much older than you. Of course, I can't be that fast. That's why this morning I wanted you to go after that girl."
"Okay." Iren laughed. "Walk normally, as usual. But don't take too long."
Yihshyong nodded. "Where do you think I should go?" He cast glances in all directions around them.
"Shyongge, why don't you just ask the kids where we can find the nearest food stall?" Iren pointed at the children who had just walked past them.
Yihshyong ran after the children. After asking them, Yihshyong did not come back again. He walked away from Iren. Witnessing that, Iren breathed a sigh of relief.
Iren could clearly see that Yihshyong was walking faster than usual. In fact, he was half running. But several tens of meters later, Yihshyong slowed his pace. Iren was a little worried. Luckily, it didn't last long. Yihshyong resumed walking at a normal pace. Iren was happy because Yihshyong's version of normal walking was still much faster than most people's normal walking speed.
Iren did not immediately walk away from where he stood. He waited until Yihshyong could no longer see him. After Yihshyong disappeared from his sight, Iren started walking towards the house, where he saw two people he knew disappear into it.
He stopped in front of the gate of the house. The gate was not locked. Calmly and very carefully, Iren reached out, opened the gate. The gate opened almost silently. Still full of calm, Iren stepped into the courtyard of the house.
Iren stopped in his tracks. He looked at the building from the front. The house was much smaller than the mansion they had just visited. However, when compared to where they lived, the house was like a palace.
The front yard of the house was quite big. Iren continued walking. He walked slowly, as if he didn't want to make any noise. Arriving at the terrace in front of the entrance, which Iren assumed was the entrance to the living room of the house, he stopped. He took a deep breath. With a gentle move, or so he thought, he raised his hand to knock on the entrance.
No one came out. There was also no sound of people shouting from inside, or any other voices for a response. Iren sighed. He looked around him. The house was so big. Naturally, the knock on the front door was not heard by those inside. Maybe they were in the part of the house that was quite far from the front door.
Iren once again looked around the terrace. He looked around for an object that served as a bell. Earlier, in front of the gate, there was no object like that. For almost two minutes, Iren looked in all directions, until finally his eyes fell on an object which he thought was a bit strange to be in that position.
It was a wooden mask. The wooden mask might depict something abstract. Maybe it resulted from human imagination trying to depict the face of a supernatural being. It hung on the wall to the left of the entrance, which was made of very good quality wood.
Iren groped the face engraved on the mask. His fingers touched the mask's right eye. He tried to suppress it. Nothing happened. Iren tried to suppress the mask's left eye. Still, nothing happened. Then he pressed the two eyes of the mask together. Both eyes sunk inward. Faintly, Iren heard the sound of a bell inside there.
Iren waited a moment. He then pressed the mask's eyes again. After a few seconds, Iren heard keys being turned. An instant later, the entrance opened. The door leaf moves towards the inside. Someone appeared from behind the door.
"Who are you looking for?" The person looked at Iren with a curious gaze.
It seems that this person is not a friendly person. I have to be really careful!
The person was a woman who was in her mid-thirties. The skin was rather dark. Her hair was slightly curly. Squinting his eyes, she traced Iren's figure from head to toe.
"I see that two people have just come into the house. One of them is taller than I am, and the other one is shorter."
"Then?" The person's tone grew increasingly unfriendly.
"Please say something to someone taller than me."
"What's your message?"
"The drifting clouds in the blue sky won't change direction even if the wind blows on a distant mountain."
"What are you talking about?" The woman snorted in annoyance. He looked at Iren with an increasingly strange look.
The drifting clouds in the blue sky won't change direction even if the wind blows on a distant mountain." Iren repeated his sentence.
The woman said nothing. Once again, she looked at Iren from head to toe.
"Please tell him that right now." Iren said that while bowing his body.
"Wait here!" The woman didn't smile. She closed the door.
Iren waited while standing in front of the door. On the wide terrace, there were several chairs and a table. But Iren chose to remain standing.
About two or three minutes later, the door opened again. The slightly curly haired woman reappeared in front of Iren. Her expression didn't change at all. Still exactly the same as before.
Will she kick me out?
"Please come in!" The woman took about three steps back.
Ah! I'm grateful!
Iren entered behind the door. Iren's guess was not entirely correct. Behind the entrance was not a living room. But only a foyer.
The woman advanced towards the door. With a swift hand movement, she closed, and at the same time locked the entrance. Her expression looked even more sour.
Where should I meet those two people?
"Please follow me!" The woman pointed at herself.
Iren nodded.
The woman, who seemed to give off an extremely dense aura of hostility, walked away from the entrance. Iren followed her. Behind the foyer was a large room that Iren assumed was the living room. Iren dared not confirm that the room was really a living room. Maybe it was the second foyer or another room that Iren never knew existed.
The woman walked at a very fast pace. Iren was amazed because even though the woman was shorter than him, she could walk quickly, but her movement still looked natural. Iren, who was taller, was a little overwhelmed by the speed of the woman's steps.
They passed several rooms, which were all large and luxurious. After that, they arrived at a door. Iren remembered the door in their kitchen that led to the terrace in the backyard. If his guess is correct, then behind that door was a beautiful terrace and backyard.
"Please enter the backyard through this door." The woman pointed at the wooden door that looked so sturdy.
Iren touched the doorknob. He opened the door slowly. After the door was fully opened, Iren could see what was behind the door.
His guess wasn't wrong. There was indeed a terrace behind the door. The terrace was an integral part of the backyard. This backyard differed greatly from their backyard. The backyard was a garden. A very beautifully laid out garden.
"Welcome!"
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