Foolish Thief

Author: The longbow is hard to sound.

This book is the third installment of the "Crossroads of Human Nature Trilogy": Everyone wears a mask, playing different roles—do you still remember your true self beneath it? If you disguise yourself as someone else and live a life that doesn't belong to you, can you truly attain the happiness you imagine? Two bumbling thieves, while attempting a burglary at a suburban villa, accidentally stumble upon a shocking secret of the villa's owner, plunging themselves into a whirlpool of mysteries. After visiting the villa, Zhang Xiaoman's daughter notices traces of an intruder and enlists Zhang Xiaoman's disciples, Nie Yi and Li Jun, to investigate. Unfortunately, Nie Yi and Li Jun carelessly fall into a trap set by their adversary, leaving them with no choice but to seek the help of their mentor, Zhang Xiaoman. Thus begins a battle of wits, where low intelligence confronts high intelligence, and the contest unfolds...

Foolish Thief

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The Enigma of the Villa Chapter One: Monkey Three and Pig Intestine

Dusk gradually deepened; the sun had died, and the moon climbed into the treetops.
The street flowed like a river undisturbed by waves, winding through dense shadows cast by the trees. A cold wind swept past, rustling the leaves as if whispering secrets.
A massive head emerged cautiously from behind a thick trunk, revealing a portly man with a belly like a barrel, his face covered with a black cloth strip. He hunched awkwardly, eyes darting furtively across the street, then raised his right hand in an “OK” gesture and rasped, “Hou, there’s no one on this road. Safe!”
A hand slapped hard against the back of the fat man’s head. A wiry, slender figure sauntered out from behind him, face similarly masked by a black cloth—though this one concealed nearly all but a pair of bright, intent eyes. “If no one's around, why the hell are you sticking your butt out and crouching? Didn’t you know I was right behind you? Nearly knocked me over... And I’ve told you eight hundred times, don’t call me ‘Monkey.’ I’m not Sun Wukong. Call me Third Brother!”
“Oh, got it, Hou…” The fat man scratched his head. “How come Deer Hill Avenue is so deserted? Not a soul. All the other streets in A City are bustling. Maybe the news is fake? Why would someone so rich live in such a remote place…”
“Zhu Dachang, I’ll say it one last time—call me Third Brother!” Hou San lifted his chin, snorted coldly. “You don’t know a damn thing! This is the villa district. Rich folks like peace and quiet, don’t want to be bothered. It’s normal for the street to be empty—they all drive in and