Chapter 152: Fighting Fire with Fire – Human Trafficking Village (3)

Chapter 152: Fighting Fire with Fire - Human Trafficking Village (3)

At 3:30 AM, someone grabbed his chopsticks and snuck out.

The good news was that converting different materials required entropy points, so each brick only provided a small amount of meat, meaning he wouldn’t get full too quickly.

The bad news was that it was a bit dry.

"Can these chopsticks drink soup?" Keding wondered as he crawled through the dog hole. "If I wanted something like AD calcium milk..."

"A single chopstick can be used as a metal straw," System said. "You can have beverages, sweet soups, iced wine, anything."

Keding: "This is a godly tool to save the world!"

"If we gave a pair to every kid in Africa, even the Twin Towers would be history!"

System: "Let’s put your philanthropy on hold for now. The house to the northwest has a dog, so take a detour."

The village was vertically distributed along the mountainside, and a schematic diagram was projected in front of Keding's eyes, with red dots marking danger zones.

Keding slipped up to the wall of a nearby house and raised a single chopstick to take a sip.

In his sensation, he drank half a cup of lemon iced tea, and when he blinked again, a chunk of the kitchen wall was missing.

"Hey, they’ve got some cured wild rabbit and a bunch of sausages hanging around," the system peeked inside. "That’s right, it’s January in this world, and in a while, it will be the New Year. Every household is curing fish and meat, and there’s plenty of wild game nearby."

Keding kept drinking from the wall, then suddenly blurted out, "You just gave me an idea!"

System: "Ah? I gave you an idea?"

Keding watched the sleep status of the household and deftly swiped the cured fish, sausages, and cured ribs hanging on the wall next to him.

"Hey, can you get an eagle to deliver this? Or maybe a monkey?"

Three minutes later, two wild pigeons flew over one after another, using their pink claws to grab the heavy New Year goods, and successively threw the delivery into Wei Haoyu's kitchen.

Keding watched the two fat pigeons struggle to fly far away, feeling a bit puzzled.

It kind of looked like I was exploiting child labor or something.

"I thought there would be eagles in this deep mountain forest..."

"An eagle would have emptied this family’s fridge!" the system wanted to knock on his head. "Why didn’t you just ask a dog to deliver some meat buns?"

Keding’s appetite wasn’t big, and he was starting to feel full. He asked, "Do you think I can feed others?"

"If you’re worried, I can help you transfer the stomach to another dimension," the system said. "It’ll cost 50 defense points as a service fee, and it’ll be like the you in the other world won’t feel hungry all day."

"There are hundreds of you in parallel worlds, and at worst, you’ll just feel really full all day."

"Can't we transfer the stomach to those orphans and poor people..."

"There would be ethical issues," the system said. "And you can’t feed them forever! What if they get the wrong impression? The product hasn’t passed the ethical review on that."

"True!"

Between 3 AM and 5 AM, Keding gobbled up the walls of six houses, totaling eight and a half brick walls, mostly in the kitchens.

The pigeons flapped their wings, helping to clear out the New Year's supplies. The delivery team increased from two to five. At one house, the delivery team got so disoriented that they not only took the family’s stock of instant noodles and ham sausages but also grabbed a rice cooker.

Wei Haoyu's family slept soundly, snoring loudly, completely unaware that their kitchen had been packed to the brim.

After a busy night, Keding crawled back through the dog flap into the isolation room, covering the dug-up foundation with dirt and debris, leaving no trace. He then began to worry about his sleep quality.

"Eighty points," the system immediately promoted. "I can give you baby-like sleep and the ultimate experience of lying on a king-sized goose-down bed."

"Eighty points for once or eighty for the entire mission?"

The system’s gaze drifted a little. "The AI didn’t go into specifics..."

Keding calmly said, "I'll give you two hundred breaking points. Spend it as you like, just cover the entire mission with this goose-down bed."

The system became tense. "We shouldn’t make private deals, right? It's written in the employee manual..."

"I'm giving a tip," Keding said with a smile. "Isn't it okay to give some points as a tip to my best sister?"

"Goose-down bed! Please!" The system said firmly. "Let’s cut this part! I guarantee the AI won't see anything!"

Keding found a corner in the cluttered room filled with a thick dusty smell and sat down. He closed his eyes and fell into the depths of the thick, soft bed.

He had no time to care if this was an illusion or a higher-dimensional shelter, and fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

As dawn broke, shrill cursing sounded from the east end of the village.

More and more households were woken up early, only to discover something was wrong.

"Where's the wall?! Our kitchen clearly had walls!!"

"How did someone come to steal the ribs, the cured meat, the fish?! All my old mother's fish! It's all gone, gone!!"

"Damn it, it's almost the New Year! Who is so despicable and crazy?!"

With no pattern or reason, six out of dozens of households in the village had their entire kitchens completely emptied!

Even stranger, the thief didn’t bother with the doors and instead dismantled the walls and bricks, leaving everything spotless. Not a single footprint was left at the scene, and no one knew where the bricks were taken!

Despicable! Scum! Shameless!

Not letting people have a peaceful sleep during the New Year! Call the police! Call them now!!

However, even if the police came, it wouldn't help.

With no fingerprints or footprints at the scene, it was as if all the chickens, ducks, fish, and even the mud walls had vanished overnight. The people sleeping in the next room didn’t hear a thing.

The situation escalated, causing widespread panic. People locked their doors, first checking their belongings and then confirming if their New Year goods were still there.

What’s going on? They’re not stealing money or people, but New Year’s supplies and entire walls?!

The New Year goods could be replaced, but what about the walls?! Entire walls were gone!!

Wei Haoyu, drooling in his sleep, heard his mother banging an iron basin in the yard, the noise clanging loudly.

He turned over, planning to continue sleeping, but within minutes, the old woman pulled off his blanket.

"Get up! Get up! Something big has happened!!"

Wei Haoyu was puzzled. "Did someone run away?"

"Kitchen! Kitchen!" Grandma Wei was so flustered that her words were jumbled. "The kitchen is filled with—filled with—"

Wei Haoyu blinked in confusion. "What?"

Wei Jiehua came out from the neighboring room, yawning. "Mom, what's for breakfast?"

"The kitchen is full of New Year's provisions!" The old lady waved her hands frantically. "Sausages! Pheasants! Preserved meats!"

Wei Jiehua didn't react. "Did Aunt San send them? Did Uncle go hunting again?"

The old lady was nearly frantic, dragging her eldest son downstairs, while her second son threw on a jacket and followed them down.

The three of them stood outside the kitchen, which was packed to the brim with New Year's supplies from the window to the door, their breaths catching simultaneously.

It was like an avalanche, like a landslide.

Seeing a dozen or two strings of sausages might bring a sense of abundance and the festive New Year spirit.

But if you saw over two hundred strings of sausages, smoked chicken, preserved duck, and salted fish stacked from the floor to the table and spilling out the windows, it would be overwhelming.

Wei Haoyu circled from the door to the window and back, stunned. "Is this really our kitchen?"

Is this some kind of crazy windfall?

Wei Jiehua tried to enter the kitchen to grab a pancake to heat up, but at that moment, he couldn't even get his foot in, his expression stiff.

"Mom, where did you get all this?"

"You don't know—" Grandma Wei was nearly crazy. "All the neighbors got robbed—walls and all their food gone—so how did everything end up in our house?!"

"Could it be that outsider?" the younger brother asked.

"Him?" Wei Haoyu hurried to check the lock on the storeroom and glanced through the vent. "It's locked, how could it be him!"

The lock hadn't been opened at all, the key was hanging on his waist, it was impossible!

"Other people will say we're the thieves!" The old lady wasn't concerned about the outsider anymore. "Either hide these things or throw them into someone else's house, we can't bring trouble upon ourselves!"

"If people find out our kitchen is packed with other people's New Year's supplies, we won't be able to talk our way out of it!"

Just then, a neighbor knocked on the door.

"Fen! Fen, how's your place? Did you lose anything?"

Grandma Wei's heart nearly gave out, but her eldest son quickly supported her.

"Mom, go upstairs and pretend to be sick, I'll handle things at the door, brother, you move the food into the cellar!"

Wei Jiehua was shocked. "We're not returning other people's New Year's supplies?!"

"If those tough guys find out, brother, do you think we'd still be alive?"

"If you go, you'll have to explain, and can you explain it? Hurry up and move, no more nonsense!"

"Fen! Fen, why aren't you opening the door?"

"Jiehua! Haoyu! It's your Aunt Cui!"

"Oh no!" Grandma Wei hobbled upstairs as fast as her short legs could carry her, while Wei Jiehua slung a dozen sausages over his arm and rushed them to the cellar. The scene was pure chaos.

Wei Haoyu rushed to the front to answer the door, forcing it shut with his shoulder, in a bind, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Auntie, we’ve also lost quite a bit at home. We didn’t have enough to eat as it was, and my mother is so anxious she’s having a heart attack."

"You don’t need to come in! We’ll take care of her first. Please don’t worry!"

"When she’s feeling better, you can come visit again, but I’m closing the door now!"

Aunt Cui was blocked outside, muttering to herself.

Your family is so poor—what could have been stolen that would cause a heart attack?

Why won’t you open the door? Is there something wrong with your place?

That night, after sleeping for twelve hours, Master Ke started working with great energy.

The system had monitored the situation all day and gave a quick report.

"What do you say? Should we keep moving the New Year supplies tonight?"

"Let’s turn the Wei family home into a New Year goods supermarket, moving with style and efficiency!"

Ke Ding rubbed his face, now fully refreshed.

"Moving just sausages is too small-time, and it makes it easier for these two brothers to shift their focus."

"Tonight! We’re going to tear down the bedroom walls of every household!"

And while we’re at it, let’s take all the winter quilts from other people’s homes.

System: "Got it. I’ll reserve some tranquilizer cards for you."

"Excellent! Comrade System Liana!" Ke Ding gave a thumbs up. "Our goal is to make sure everyone in the Human Trafficking Village has a good New Year!"