Meanwhile, the other wharf was relatively more crowded. Speaking of the road leading to this wharf, with villages on both sides, it would have been impossible for the dogs in those villages not to notice if someone appeared carrying such bloody stuff.
It made me think there might be a secret passage that led directly to the wharf. I had people search for it over the past few days, but they found nothing.
Now that my wife mentioned that the inn at the wharf might be an issue, upon reflection, it did seem quite possible. The inns there all kept dogs, which would bark if they smelled something bloody, yet when Ye Yi inquired with the locals, the faces across from the inn claimed they had never heard any unusual noises.
As a result, I had never come out to check at night, which had led me to believe that my two boats had not moved at all—that they had been left there the whole time.
The fact that the inn's dogs smelled something yet didn't bark was curious indeed.