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Zhong Kui's Diary
I found a restaurant and brought Wang Teng in. Without hesitation, we each downed a bottle of beer before starting to order food. By the time the dishes arrived, the three of us had already finished nine bottles of beer.
I really couldn't tell that Wang Teng could hold his liquor so well; he didn't even change color after three bottles.
However, no matter how good his alcohol tolerance was, it couldn't withstand the combined efforts of me and Fatty. With beer flowing and compliments flying, just as both Fatty and I were starting to feel tipsy, Wang Teng finally revealed his wild side.
"Hey, what's wrong with being a virgin? Who does it bother? Hey, waiter, is there something wrong with being a virgin? Don't you like virgins?" Wang Teng shouted at the nearby waiter, his face flushed.
The waiter rolled her eyes and turned away.
"See, see? She turned away in relief," Wang Teng exclaimed loudly.
"Yes, yes, we can all see that she’s relieved. Ahem, let's talk about something else. It's clear you really like spicy food, right?" I said with a smile.
"That's right, I like her. Unfortunately, all I know is that she's from Star City; I don't know anything else. To be honest, I don't even know if she's a guy or a girl," Wang Teng said with a disappointed expression as he tossed a piece of cucumber into his mouth and chewed loudly.
"Have you asked her?" Fatty inquired.
"No," Wang Teng answered honestly.
"Come on, you didn't ask? Do you expect her to come up to you and say, 'Hi, here's my phone number. I live here. If you're nearby and want to book a room, remember to call me'?" Fatty joked.
I laughed as well and said, "It's fine, it's fine. Don't you have her QQ number? With that number, everything will be okay."
Wang Teng glanced at me suspiciously: "Ghost Brother, are you sure?" "Of course." Fatty interfaced from the side: "Who is Ghost Brother? Back then, he was known as the golden microphone in the chat room. The aunt is in good spirits, and the chat keeps the aunt from falling asleep. Youdao has a luminous cup of grape wine. If she wants to drink, she will immediately urge her to drink Pipa. From the eighty-year-old grandmother to the eighteen-year-old sister..." I cursed in my heart, but pretended to be a He looked incomprehensible and smiled modestly: "I am exaggerating. I am ashamed of myself. In fact, the age range of the people I am chatting with is from sixteen to sixty years old." Wang Teng was suddenly full of envy: "Ghost Brother, You're so awesome!" "Actually, you can do that too," I said with a smile, "Would you like to ask Chili out and go to a hotel to have sex?" "Ghost Brother, don't be ridiculous." Wang Teng suddenly shook his hands wildly: "I can't, I can't." "You go to Q first and let me teach you how to ask her out." I smiled proudly. "Really?" Wang Teng looked at me very suspiciously, drank the beer in the cup, took out his mobile phone and logged into QQ, then found Chili Pepper's avatar, clicked on the dialog box, and hesitated for a moment. Handed the phone to me: "GhostBrother, come here." "No, I, just type." I said seriously. I swear, even when I was showing off, my expression had never been so serious. Wang Teng Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly burped, immediately smiled apologetically, stopped talking, and put his finger on the screen, ready to input. "Shanfeng, this is Hilltop, how are you preparing the thousand rounds of bullets over there?" I said slowly. "What?" Wang Teng said in shock: "What a thousand rounds of bullets?"
"Why are you asking so many questions when I just need you to type?" Fatty said, slapping the back of Wang Teng's head.
"Just don't ask so much; I have my own clever plans," I replied with a light laugh.
Wang Teng hesitated and didn't type anything. In desperation, Fatty and I had to down two more beers with him. After that, he became a bit tipsy and directly typed this message on his phone.
After a while, a notification sound rang out; there was a reply from Chili.
Chili: Teng Ge, where are you?
Great, it seemed I had successfully piqued Chili's curiosity. Next, it was time to weave a story.
Cucumber (Wang Teng's nickname is really vulgar, so uncouth, ugh!): Ah, I sent the wrong message. It's nothing, nothing at all; I'm just joking with someone else.
Chili: Come on, what's going on?
Cucumber: If I tell you, you'll get into trouble.
Chili: If you don't tell me soon, I won't talk to you anymore.
Cucumber: Alright, but you mustn't tell anyone else. Also, after I tell you, remember to delete the QQ messages immediately. Delete one message for every one you read to avoid getting caught by the police.
At this point, Wang Peng couldn't help but ask me, "What does deleting QQ messages have to do with the police?"
I replied with a smile, "It has nothing to do with the police, but this way, it makes the matter seem important."
Inside, I was secretly amused. Even if it were related, such matters fall under the jurisdiction of the National Security Bureau. Moreover, if you really were involved in something treasonous or plotting a rebellion, there would naturally be keyword filtering, and you would automatically be placed under surveillance. By that time, deleting chat messages would be of no use; they could directly access the database.
"Is it that serious?" asked Chili.
"Actually, I am an agent of the National Dragon Group. I came to Star City mainly to track down a few terrorists. I learned that they enjoy playing Journey, so I immersed myself in the game. After getting familiar with them in the game, I casually revealed that I was an arms dealer. As long as I make contact with them, I can infiltrate their ranks and then take them all down."
"Teng Ge, I don't have much education; don't lie to me."
"Which district are you in Star City?" Cucumber asked.
"Qingxiu District. Why?" Chili replied.
"Which road?"
"Huaqiang Road."
"In ten minutes, ten police cars will pass by Huaqiang Road. I won't talk to you for now; if you see the police cars in ten minutes, send me a message."
With that, I immediately called Lingfeng. Lingfeng didn't ask why and agreed with a smile; it was just ten police cars passing by after all, nothing too serious.
After having a few more drinks with Wang Peng, about ten minutes later, the sound of a message notification rang out.
Chili: There really was a police car passing by. Hey, Teng, are you really an agent?
Cucumber: For now, yes.
Chili: What do you mean?
Cucumber: Because this mission is at risk of failure. If the mission fails, I will be dismissed. I need a female partner to accompany me so that the other party won't be suspicious, but my partner is still stuck on the Xingyue Expressway.
Chili: What should we do then?
Cucumber: I originally planned to temporarily hire a female partner, but I'm worried they might cause trouble. This is a problem because I've been tracking this group of criminals for over half a year.
Chili: What does your female partner need to do?
Cucumber: It's simple; she just needs to accompany me to the warehouse and then she can leave.
Chili: I see. Do you think I can do it?
Cucumber: No, absolutely not. I can't let you take that risk.
Chili: Aren't you in no danger?
Cucumber: That's true; there is no danger.
Chili: Just let me go.
Cucumber: Well, okay, let's first go to Jing Hotel, and I'll tell you some relevant things along the way.
Chili: Sure.
Wang Teng looked at me in a daze: "Is that all?"
"That's enough!"
Honestly, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. I had various follow-up plans in mind, but none of them were needed. What happened? Do girls nowadays lack even this little bit of caution?
Not wanting to think too much about it, I paid the bill and left. I called a cab right outside the restaurant and headed straight to Jing Hotel. We booked two rooms across from each other, then I sent a message to Chili with Wang Teng's room number. After tossing Wang Teng into his room, we stepped outside and walked across the street to observe through the peephole.
Fatty suddenly laughed and said, "Ghost Brother, should we give Wang Teng a little Viagra?"
I immediately laughed and scolded him: "No way, that would cause trouble. We're just trying to build his confidence and teach him how to interact with girls, not to teach him how to assault!"
About twenty minutes later, a woman in a beige trench coat appeared across the street, her back to us so we couldn't see her face. However, her figure was quite good, and the style and fabric of her trench coat were very high-end; she seemed to be wealthy.
After knocking for quite a while, Wang Teng finally opened the door in a confused state. After exchanging a few words at the entrance, he brought the woman inside.
Once inside, she surprisingly stayed for almost three hours. Both Fatty and I felt extremely frustrated. Out of boredom, I speculated: "Could it be that Wang Teng got drunk and forced himself on Chili?"
Fatty's speculation became even more outrageous: "From the name of the chili pepper, we can guess that her personality is extremely fiery. She might even fight back fiercely, leading Wang Teng to strangle her."
"That kind of thing shouldn't happen, right?" I couldn't help but shiver.
"Who knows? It might even end up with killing first and then doing something else," Fatty said decisively.
Just as the two of them were about to go out, the door across from us opened. The woman in the beige trench coat stepped out. This time we got a good look at her. She was beautiful, around thirty years old, and her every move exuded the charm of a young woman. However, her face was flushed with satisfaction, and a small black mole the size of a green bean at the corner of her mouth was slightly raised. With a smile in her eyes, she glanced around before quickly leaving.
We quietly opened the door and peeked outside. After she entered the elevator, we rushed into the room across from us.
Upon entering, we saw Wang Teng lying on the bed, using his hand as a pillow, his upper body exposed while his lower body was covered by a blanket. He had a look of endless satisfaction on his face. When he saw us come in, he smacked his lips and said, "Damn it, this is way more interesting than just doing it myself."
Fatty and I exchanged glances, both seeing deep surprise in each other's eyes. Could it be that Wang Teng really had an encounter with the chili pepper? That seemed a bit too much to handle.
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