Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 935 Five Fatty Cow

  The car drove slowly on the street, the fool and Qin Yin alternately told this long story, the expressions on everyone's faces were relaxed and sad.

   "So——" Although Luo Jiutian opened his mouth, his mind was still reacting, "So——"

   "So this matter is not completely over," the Taoist priest finished the next words for him. "The task Xiaoyin just pointed to should be what he was talking about."

   "Uh... um," Qin Yin nodded, "Wow, don't you all sigh? What a romantic story this is."

"I should have sighed..." Baomu shrank back in the seat, worried that Qin Yin would reach out and hit him, "but when you are telling a story, Miss Xiaoyin, every once in a while, you have to add a sentence Reflecting your hard work, I heard that we all..."

   "You deserve a beating!"

   Qin Yin stretched out his arm and gave him a punch.

   "Xiaoyin has really worked hard," said the fool. "When she just came out of the courtroom world, she looked like that... I watched it for a while before I recognized it was her."

   "I was starving and freezing, and I was alone..." Qin Yin fakely cried.

   Daochang thoughtfully handed Qin Yin a bottle of soda, "Xiao Yin, you've worked hard."

   "And the questioning spirit."

  Qing Ling waved his hands again and again.

   "That Daoist priest, what are we going to do now? Should we go back to the hotel to meet Xia Hua and the others first, or should we go to finish the task of the bridge first?"

   Daoist Master picked up the phone and looked at the message above, "There's no movement on their side for the time being, and it's estimated that nothing happened."

   "No news?" Qin Yin was a little surprised.

   "That's right," Bao Mu said, "It's only been a few hours, what can happen?"

"Ah...yeah, it's only been a few hours," Qin Yin leaned back on the seat and tapped his head, "I still feel like a month has passed, and now I'm still in a trance...Idiot, You pay me for mental damage!"

  The fool smiled helplessly, "Okay, good, good, bad."

   "It's not too late," said the Taoist priest, "let's go look for clues about that family portrait now."

   "Okay, okay," Qin Yin agreed cheerfully, and then became distressed again, "but where are we going to find clues?"

   "We can go to the bridge without building." The fool suddenly said.

   "There is no building on the bridge? Isn't that Lu Jieyi's house?" Luo Jiutian asked as he parked his car on the side of the road, "Is it still there?"

   "It's still there." The fool nodded silently.

   "After all, it's only been six years," Qin Yin said, "it's not sixty years."

   "Isn't that building owned by Lu Shoucai's family? I thought that after such a thing happened to their family..."

   "The Qiaobu Building is indeed not as gorgeous as before," said the fool, "but Lu Jieyi's home is still there."

  Everyone was silent for a while.

   "Brother fool, you still..." Xiaolan hesitated.

   "Yes," the fool guessed Xiaolan's question, "After the incident, did I go back to the bridge? In fact, every once in a while, I'll come back to see... It's weird, right?"

   "It's not surprising," the Taoist priest looked out the window, "revisiting the old place is normal."

   "Then have you been to that house later?" Luo Jiutian asked.

  The fool shook his head, "No, I only looked in from the rear window from a distance, and the furnishings inside didn't seem to have changed."

   "Is there still someone managing the building?" Xiaolan asked.

   "Yes," said the fool, "it was the original lobby manager of the Qiaomao Building."

   "Ah, that uncle with white hair," Qin Yin shouted, "Wow, he's so old."

   The fool smiled bitterly, "It's quite big, he has been staying in the bridge without a building."

   "No wonder you haven't even gone in," Qin Yin said, "It turned out that someone was watching the door."

   Fool shrugged.

   "Then how do we get in with so many of us?" Baomu asked.

   "I'm coming!" Qin Yin raised his right hand high, "I know what the room looks like, and this time the navigation is guaranteed to have no problems!"

   "Just stop sending us to the basement." Baomu squeezed a sneer from between his teeth.

   And then got another punch from Qin Yin.

   "Okay, I know where the restaurant is," Luo Jiutian, the real navigator, finally raised his phone, "Get out of the car and go to dinner."

A group of people got off the bus one after another. This time, the restaurant was carefully selected by Qin Yin. It is said to be the best hot pot restaurant in Qiaobu. The wine is not afraid of the deep alley. Navigation to find the place.

   This meal, Qin Yin's appetite was beyond imagination. Fool and Wenling were equally terrifying. These three people each experienced an unforgettable time, and the most direct consequence was that seeing hot pot was like seeing relatives.

   Oh, no, they should be enemies, after all, no one will eat their own relatives.

   "Let's add three more plates of Snowflake Fatty Beef, yes, oh wait, five plates, yes, it's confirmed to be five plates... Ah, it doesn't matter, my friend is starving, she hasn't eaten for several days..."

Baomu, who ordered the order, smiled reluctantly at the waiter, who gave Qin Yin a shocked look, who was frantically showing off the beef. After confirming the order, she ran away in a panic, for fear that Qin Yin would be in a second. about to start eating her.

"Xiaoyin, pay attention to your stomach," Luo Jiutian tried to eat gracefully beside Qin Yin, "Even if you have been hungry for a month elsewhere, in real life, your stomach capacity is still limited. ah."

   "And maybe the last meal hasn't been digested yet." Baomu hummed.

   "Beef and beef... I want to eat hairy belly!" Qin Yin raised the chopsticks in his hand, "Baomu, give me two more hairy belly!"

   Baomu looked at the Taoist priest embarrassedly.

   Daoist priest put down his chopsticks and sighed slightly, "Add two portions of white radish to her to aid digestion."

   "I don't eat radishes!"

   "Then let's add one more for Wenling and the fool," the Taoist priest looked at the paralyzed Wenling and the fool, "If Xiaoyin... give her some green juice."

   "I don't want to drink green juice!"

   "Sister Xiaoyin, you can rest for a while," Baomu said bitterly, "After the meal, we still have things to do. If you have indigestion by then, we have to send you to the hospital."

   "Yes, I want to eat and we will eat it tomorrow," Luo Jiutian took the opportunity to say, "I will treat you to barbecue tomorrow."

   Qin Yin put down his chopsticks glumly.

   "Okay, then I won't eat it."

   Daoist priest smiled kindly, "Good boy, we'll set off when we finish drinking the green juice."

   "But I really don't like green juice..."

   "Then drink it too, or your stomach will definitely hurt."

   "But I'll vomit."

"no……"

   The two were chatting with each other on the issue of green juice. Xiaolan listened happily. At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed from her corner.

   (end of this chapter)