Chapter 827: Patrol Team Station
By the time Zhang Heng finished questioning the group of youths who had been robbing people, the sky had begun to darken.
Rather than rushing off to report to the Patrol Team, Zhang Heng took advantage of the remaining time to find a small eatery and settle his dinner first. He ordered pickled anchovies, a serving of roasted meat, a small piece of goat cheese, and a bowl of coarse oat porridge. All of it cost less than six sestertii.
He also took the opportunity to get a sense of the local cost of living over the meal.
Prices here were roughly half what they were outside, but accordingly, both the portions and flavor were mediocre. The ingredients used in Zhang Heng's roasted meat were also somewhat suspicious. In any case, it tasted neither like chicken nor rabbit.
Of course, given the value for money, none of that was a problem for those trying to save money. What truly kept outsiders from dining here was the issue of safety. Especially after dark, robbery and theft were minor concerns; if they were unlucky, they might even lose their lives.
While Zhang Heng ate, he saw two more diners start fighting fiercely over a waitress. The winner eventually went upstairs with the pretty waitress, while the loser staggered out of the small eatery clutching the back of his head. Such scenes were common here, and Zhang Heng had no interest in watching any longer.
After dinner, he headed to the Patrol Team station.
It was called a station, but it was really just a dilapidated building. Its previous owner had been beaten to death by a tenant on the top floor while collecting rent. The body had been hidden beneath a bed and was not discovered until