Don't Worry

Fabrikot waited until the flat-nosed woman had set the food on the table and turned away, then immediately lowered his voice. "What are you doing?"

"I took two chef's knives. Didn't you see?" Zhang Heng said, unhurriedly eating his canned food.

"I know you stole the knives. The question is, why did you steal them?" Fabrikot looked tense. He furtively glanced at the vacant-eyed man and woman before saying to Zhang Heng, "Hey, I think... you'd better put the knives back before they notice. I don't want any trouble. I just want to get through tonight peacefully and leave this damned place as soon as possible."

"Really?"

"What do you mean, really?"

"Do you think you can get through tonight peacefully?"

Fabrikot immediately became wary again. "Do you know something?"

"And what do you know?" Zhang Heng countered.

"..."

"How about this? Let's trade what we know."

"I don't know anything," Fabrikot said almost reflexively, then added, "I'm just a traveler passing through."

"Suit yourself. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Something will happen here tonight. You'd better make some preparations too."

"What preparations?"

"Do you know how to use a knife?"

"No. I'm not sneaking into the kitchen like you."

"That's fine. We can find you something else."

"Hm?"

Zhang Heng had finished his canned food by then, but he had no intention of explaining further. He asked Fabrikot, "How much longer are you going to eat?"

Fabrikot looked at his barely touched vegetable soup and canned food, gritted his teeth, and wolfed them down. Then he grabbed a biscuit. "Let's go."

He did not want to stay there any longer. On one hand, the ugly-looking man and woman made him uneasy. On the other, he had no idea when Zhang Heng's theft of the knives would be