When salted fish enters the escape game

Chapter 200 Can I Ask a Question
"Why is there still someone here?"

Fan Yuankai frowned. If I remember correctly, there were already fourteen people who ran back from the rain just now, including them.

Where did it come from?

Ji Xiaoyu squinted for a while without recognizing who that person was.

Of course, the people here are only a little familiar with the people in the room.

Qin Du saw that the faces of these two people were almost pressed to the window, and they were still discussing who that person was, so he couldn't help but touch his forehead.

"That's the middle-aged man who led us yesterday."

Fan Yuankai and Ji Xiaoyu: "..."

Jiang Li glanced at them quietly, as if expressing the meaning of "why are these two idiots getting together?"

The two looked at each other in embarrassment, scratched their heads, and responded in a low voice: "Oh."

No wonder they couldn't recognize it.

They just took one look at this middle-aged man and didn't take it seriously, so naturally they couldn't recognize him.

Zhou Shiqing said: "He is here to deliver food to us."

He Can: "At noon, this person came with a food box to distribute steamed buns to us, and left after distribution."

Jiang Li asked, "Did he say anything?"

"No."

"I've said it." Zhou Shiqing said: "A man in the next room asked him about things in the village, and he told us not to ask anything, so as not to cause trouble."

When she said this, He Can also remembered, "Yes, yes, yes, I said so, his face was as white as tofu, and he still ran away after handing out the steamed buns, as if he was afraid that we would stop him and ask him what was unnecessary. The words are the same."

"Huh?" Jiang Li was thoughtful.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside.

Fan Yuankai walked over and opened the door.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man was standing at the door.

He was wearing a black raincoat and a bamboo hat, and was carrying two food boxes in his hands. His thin body stood at the door like a scarecrow.

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and impatient: "It's dinner."

"Okay." Fan Yuankai reached out to take the food box: "This is for us."

"No." The middle-aged man said impatiently: "Each person takes two steamed buns, here are three pots of water, use it before dinner tomorrow."

"What?" Fan Yuankai thought he heard it wrong: "Why is it steamed buns again? There is also this pot of water, let's drink together until tomorrow night? How is that possible?!"

The kettle only has a capacity of about one liter. With this amount of water, one sip for each of them is enough.

Do they only drink one sip of water a day?

is it possible?

"Brother, can you give us these jugs of water too? You can bring us a few more jugs. If you really can't, tell us where the water is, and we can get it ourselves."

"It's just this pot of water, it's fine if you don't drink it."

The middle-aged men were very impatient. They didn't even take the steamed buns, so they wanted to leave directly.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Fan Yuankai compromised, and hurriedly called them to get the steamed buns.

Jiang Li walked in the penultimate one, took out two new steamed buns from the unopened food box, and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently.

She said politely: "Hi, may I ask you a question?"

Middle-aged man: "No."

Jiang Li seemed to have never heard of it: "Are you a local in this village?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

Didn't you hear the word "can't" I just said?

His face contorted a bit.

Jiang Li looked at him quietly, seemingly not in a hurry, and calmly took a bite of the hot steamed bun.

(End of this chapter)