Disassembling System: Begin With Scrapyard Alchemy

Huang Junjie was also puzzled. He obviously came in at the same time as Cheng Xu. Why does he seem to know everything, and he still can't figure it out. Is this thing really a brain gap?

"Of course, it starts with the details. From the perspective of facial expressions and tone, he is quite normal when talking about compensation, but when it comes to the source of food poisoning, his eyes like to look diagonally upwards. Begin to doubt him."

Cheng Xu felt that he still had to make up a self-consistent process, otherwise the guy would have to keep asking.

"Brother Xu, I really didn't pay much attention to the expression, but what I'm most curious about is why you can see that there is something wrong with the bottle of wine in the box? I also looked at it, but I don't think there is any difference?"

Huang Junjie nodded, and then immediately asked the core question. At this time, he could indeed use his feelings or luck to get in the way, but Cheng Xu's principle is that there will be no coincidences if they don't happen. Use it when you can't explain it.

As long as he uses the system ability, there will be some phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense, so before using it, he must think about whether he will be discovered, and how to explain it if he is noticed.

But the number of times is too many, and there will always be accidents, which is why he generally restrains himself from using it.

It’s okay to make money slowly, and safety is the most important thing. If the car overturns, the **** knows what trouble it will cause.

Regarding this issue, Cheng Xu has already thought of a reason, he looked at Huang Junjie helplessly and said:

"When I asked you to study hard, you had to go online. These are all physics knowledge."

The two curious waiters next to him heard this and couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

"No, why is physics involved?"

Huang Junjie is really lying on the gun, thinking that he would have known earlier and would not have asked.

"Because the refractive indices of different liquids are different, I just put two wine bottles together and compared them under the spotlight, and found an abnormality. After careful observation, I found that one of the bottles seemed to be cloudy, so I took it out. ."

Cheng Xu was serious about talking to him, the refractive index of different liquids is different, but if you want to see this difference with the naked eye, it is purely bullying him for not reading enough.

It is also fortunate that Huang Zhigang is now dealing with other matters, otherwise he will have to be criticized again.

"It seems that I have such an impression that I have learned this stuff."

Huang Junjie blinked his eyes and tried to search his brain.

"Well, I have a question too."

The little waiter girl who had been eating melons with ears pricked up beside her looked at Cheng Xu timidly and said:

"How did you just guess that there was medicine on that inch head?"

Well, I have to say that they all asked about the idea, and they were all problems that Cheng Xu solved only through the system.

"Well, I made sure of it after a lot of observation. The first is that among the few people present, his symptoms are the mildest. Just like no one else, if it is premised on someone prescribing medicine, then he is the most suspicious."

Cheng Xu thought for two seconds, then continued:

"The second is his eyes. When I took out the wine, his eyes were wrong. In the end, I actually cheated on him. Who knows if he will throw the medicine away after taking the medicine. I just passed his foot. The socks on top guess he might keep the medicine."

"Huh? Socks on your feet?"

Everyone didn't understand why it had anything to do with socks.

"I understand!"

Cheng Xu was about to explain, but when he saw Huang Junjie's middle-aged look saying that he understood, he simply held back and saw what he had to say.

Even several waiters looked at him one after another, seeming to be more surprised than before.

Huang Junjie looked at Cheng Xu excitedly and said:

"You are so sensitive, did you smell the medicine from his socks?"

Cheng Xu: ?

Waiter: ?

"You can pull it down, you can, or I'll buy you some melon seeds, you can make up your brain."

Cheng Xu thought he could say something.

"It's like this. I see that the heels of his socks have lost their elasticity, and one of them has even fallen to the soles of the shoes. This is obviously a sign of poor quality socks that have been worn for a long time. The economic strength is good, and they are generally lost. Like me This kind of moneyless, this often happens, only when it is worn will it be thrown away."

Cheng Xu's remarks made everyone stunned for a while, and they couldn't help looking at their feet.

"This way of life is completely inconsistent with his extravagant behavior in it, so I guess he is because he feels that the drinks in it don't have to cost money, so he can make it hard, but he treats his own things quite frugally. So , I boldly guess, he left the unused medicine."

"Damn it, Brother Xu deserves to be the thinnest man in our Sanhuang Village. I love him."

"I think what he said makes sense."

"I'll go back and throw away my broken socks, so I can't be looked down upon."

After this derivation, Cheng Xu almost believed himself, and it could be seen from the admiring eyes of the waiter's little sister that they should have been fooled by him.

Looking at the time, he estimated that it was almost time for dinner. Since he had agreed to have dinner with Huang Junjie's father just now, Cheng Xu simply found a private room and started to cry and howl with the landlord's silly son.

After six o'clock, Huang Zhigang also arranged for today's work and planned to take his son and Cheng Xu back for dinner.

He had called his wife in advance and asked her to go back early today, buy some good food, and get a table.

When he got to the parking lot downstairs, he was about to say let them get into his car, but found that the two of them had already sat in a new Mercedes-Benz.

Huang Zhigang just remembered that a few days ago, Zhang Dajun asked himself when he bought a Mercedes-Benz for his son. At that time, he thought that he was drinking too much and made a mistake, so he ignored him. It turned out that what he said was true.

But he didn't chase after him and asked. If he has anything to say, he will talk about it later when he has dinner~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As soon as he entered the door, Cheng Xu smelled a tangy aroma of food.

"Go wash your hands, the dishes will be cooked soon, ready to eat."

After Zhang Ying came out to greet a few of them, she hurriedly got into the kitchen and continued her work.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised crayfish, loach hot pot, duck neck, my dear, these are all things I can't enjoy normally."

When Huang Junjie saw the dishes on the table, his saliva was about to come out.

In fact, it can be seen from these dishes that Zhang Ying has carefully prepared some young people's favorite food.

"Auntie Zhang, come and eat, this dish is enough, don't be too busy."

"Come here, the last dish."

Zhang Ying brought up a plate of fried vegetables, also took off his apron, and urged everyone to eat quickly.

"By the way, are you buying a new car again?"