Chiang Xiao had a black line on her forehead and ultimately had to admit that he made sense.
"My grandparents used to call me Little."
This nickname was originally only for the closest family members to use.
"Little?" Meng Xinian gave her a look.
Yes, she indeed looked like a little girl.
"Then I’ll call you Little."
It’s not good to hesitate, for hesitation can lead to unwanted changes.
Meng Xinian picked up the items prepared by Hu Xibing and said, "Xinzi, Little, let’s go."
As soon as he said this, Chiang Xiao couldn’t help but give him another surprised look.
He had even changed his voice and accent.
Previously, he spoke very standard Mandarin, and his voice was incredibly magnetic; now, it was slightly hoarse with a regional accent.
"Sister-in-law, stick close to Big Brother," Zhao Xin said while walking in front, still unable to suppress his concern as he looked back at Chiang Xiao.
Chiang Xiao turned her head to look at Hu Xibing outside the teashop door and clearly saw his worry and nervousness.
Were they all afraid that she would make a mistake?
Chiang Xiao pursed her lips.
She wouldn’t make any mistakes. All she needed was to increase their trust, send Tyrant Meng and Zhao Xin inside, and then she could leave, right?
The three of them passed through the dark alley once again.
The Chu Family’s house was at the end of the dark alley.
Upon seeing the house, Chiang Xiao’s pupils shrank suddenly.
It was this haunted house!
She remembered now. In her previous life, she didn’t come to town until she started junior high school. When she passed by here, some people had said that this house was a murder scene, with several people dead; it created a huge stir, and many Supervisor Guards had come. The military and police cordoned off the area, forbidding sightseeing, inquiries, and discussions, which created a tense atmosphere for a long time.
Therefore, besides the few households that lived there, no one else would pass through the alley. It only meant taking a slight detour.
Back then, Chiang Xiao was an exception.
Even rumors of a water ghost at Nameless Creek couldn’t scare her, let alone a so-called murder house. Thus, she had walked through this alley many times, unfazed by the notorious house.
If she hadn’t seen it now and connected it to their current mission, she really wouldn’t have remembered it right away!
Suddenly, Meng Xinian felt a slender hand grab his own. He stopped in his tracks and looked inquiringly at Chiang Xiao.
Could it be that this little girl had become scared, hesitant, and wanted to go back on her word?
Chiang Xiao’s voice was dry as she asked in a low voice, "Has... Has this house had many deaths before?"
Meng Xinian was taken aback. What kind of question was that?
"As far as we know, no. The Chu Family has lived here for generations without major incidents."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he realized the palm of the little girl’s hand was clammy.
Chiang Xiao was indeed sweating profusely.
If it was true that no murders had happened in this house before this, then the "murder house" from her previous life, where many died, must be referring to this event, right? To today?
Had she fallen into a huge pit?
A pit that could cost her life?
Meng Xinian instantly noticed the stiffness in her body.
Previously, she had seemed fearless.
Chiang Xiao was not wrong. In her past life, the Supervisor Guards failed to gain the trust of the criminals because they couldn’t find anyone to impersonate the second cousin-in-law, and Target Number Three refused to open the door at all. They were clueless about the situation inside, the state of the hostages, and the other side kept the door shut tight, leading them to storm in.
As a result, both hostages were brutally killed by Target Number Two.
The Supervisor’s Wife met an especially gruesome death.