Weird Regulator

“Knock, knock, knock!”

At the door of Room 302, three people began to knock tentatively, expecting a response from inside.

Clyde had mixed feelings. Since coming to the ninth branch, he had become close to Huang Banxian, but he had never seen this shameless charlatan so lazy and negative.

He was not sure whether Huang Banxian could still participate in the commission task in his current state, but he could not just watch and do nothing.

Even if Huang Banxian really couldn't go, this time he would just treat it as a heart-to-heart talk and venting.

However, the knocking lasted for half a minute, but no one answered from inside, and there was silence.

Seeing this, Wei Jiande pushed Clyde away, clenched his fist and knocked hard several times, but it was still like a stone thrown into the lake, without any movement.

He frowned and looked at Clyde, whispering:

“Nothing will happen, right?”

At the same time, White Wolf made a gesture of silence, pushed the two away, put his ears to the door, held his breath and listened quietly.

After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, raised his right foot vigorously and slammed it against the door, shouting:

"No, there is a low roar inside!"

In any hotel, only the manager can force the door, so Bai Lang's kick is naturally ineffective.

Clyde's blue eyes flashed with a hint of urgency, and he quickly pushed Bai Lang and Wei Jiande away, turned the handle directly, and forced the door open.

As soon as the door opened, three people filed in.

Room 302, the room closest to Gu Xingjian, was dark at the moment, the curtains blocked all the sunlight, and the air was filled with an indescribable strange smell.

It seemed like the smell of something burning, but it was not like it.

Clyde stood in the middle of the living room and scanned several times, and finally determined the bedroom.

At this moment, the bedroom door was not locked, and there was a thin gap, and there was a dazzling light flashing at a high frequency.

Seeing this, Wei Jiande became alert and subconsciously put his hand in his pocket.

Bai Lang smiled and patted his arm, saying easily:

"Why are you so nervous? The manager is still here."

Wei Jiande shook him off, glanced at him and snorted coldly.

Clyde had no time to pay attention to the two of them. With the manager's authority, he walked to the bedroom without hesitation and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a shocking scene.

Huang Banxian was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, with a censer of incense ash in front of him. Slowly, the green smoke was rising into the air and hovering on the ceiling for a long time.

As for Huang Banxian, his appearance was changing greatly. Sometimes he was white-haired and looked very old, and sometimes his wrinkles disappeared, as if he was a young man...

The one that was flashing with dazzling light was a long incense burning in the incense burner.

At this moment, it had burned to the end, but the sparks on the top were extremely bright, as if a bright lamp was lit in the room, but it also had the characteristics of long incense burning, and it kept flashing with the sparks.

"Why ask the yarrow and tortoise? It's easy to predict its actions..."

"Why ask the yarrow and tortoise? It's easy to predict its actions..."

"Why ask the yarrow and tortoise? It's easy to predict its actions..."

Huang Banxian closed his eyes tightly, his facial features twisted, as if he was in a state of extreme pain, and he kept muttering.

Clyde took a closer look and found that on the back of the incense burner, there was a tortoise shell engraved with secret characters, facing Huang Banxian's face.

He recognized it at a glance. This was Huang Banxian's most important sin object - the divination tortoise shell.

He had seen this sin object many times before, but when he looked at it again today, he was surprised to find that the cracks on the tortoise shell had changed from short to thick.

Especially the crack in the center, which almost split the entire tortoise shell in two, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Clyde was a foreigner and didn't know much about what Huang Banxian was talking about, but he could still see some clues from the current scene.

Huang Banxian seemed to be actively making some changes. As for what he was going to change, he guessed it was one of the tortoise shell or the long incense.

"Crack!"

At this moment, the crack of the tortoise shell extended another inch, and this inch difference seemed to be about to destroy this sinful object.

But at this moment, Huang Banxian, who was enduring the pain, was in the state of an octogenarian, and his face turned from pale to iron blue, and red was revealed in the black.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out and hit the burning long incense, extinguishing the sparks that were still burning with blood.

The broken incense fell into the incense burner, and the smoke on the ceiling also dissipated immediately, without a trace.

In pain, Huang Banxian opened his eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshot, tears burst out, and his whole spirit seemed to collapse.

In grief and anger, he stretched out his hands with difficulty to grab the useless incense burner, crying bitterly.

The three people present didn't understand, but no one dared to step forward to persuade him.

After a while, Huang Banxian slowly raised his head, staring at Clyde with his cloudy eyes, and said word by word:

"I only have three days left to live.

I can't help you with the commission mission."

Clyde was stunned on the spot after hearing this. After swallowing his saliva, he slowly turned around and looked behind him. There was Room 301, which was once Gu Xingjian's room.

He suddenly thought of something.

The tortoise shell was the sin object that Gu Xingjian gave to Huang Banxian.

Now that Gu Xingjian is dead, Huang Banxian said that he only has three days left to live. What does this sentence mean...

...

Tieguai Hutong, Convenience Supermarket.

Li Guanqi and Lu Caiwei each held a cup of herbal tea, sitting side by side on the steps at the entrance of the supermarket, watching the passers-by.

The afternoon sun was not dazzling because it was covered by dark clouds.

It was not cold, but it was not the season to drink herbal tea, but Uncle Wang from the supermarket would still prepare two cups for Li Guanqi every day, which had become a tradition.

Uncle Wang was over 60 years old but had no children. He opened such a convenience store to make a living, but more importantly, he could chat and talk with the customers.

In this alley, his best friend should be Li Congrong.

I remember that Li Congrong always entered from the front door of the supermarket and took two cups of cool and thirst-quenching herbal tea, one for himself and one for his nephew.

This summer, Uncle Wang and Li Congrong were still playing chess under the big willow tree at the entrance of the supermarket, fanning themselves.

In the blink of an eye, things have changed.

Now, the people sitting at the entrance of the supermarket have changed from the old generation to the new generation.

Perhaps in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, preparing a cup of herbal tea for Li Guanqi has become Uncle Wang's greatest remembrance of his old friend Li Congrong.

The worlds of people are always separate.

When Uncle Wang was watching a martial arts drama in the supermarket, Li Guanqi and Lu Caiwei expected some clues on the road of life and death.

"The fourth puzzle piece is kept by you, but it is shared by Su Chenghe and Huangfu Jiajia. I still think this autonomy is a bit too little."

Lu Caiwei doesn't like to drink tea. She always pulls out the straw after taking a sip and folds it in her hands.

Li Guanqi likes quietness and tea. He often drinks it in small sips.

Although the herbal tea made by Uncle Wang is no different, he always feels that the last sweetness of each sip carries a hint of sweetness of memories.

"The fourth puzzle piece has been settled, but what I'm thinking is, since Gu Xingjian is dead, where did the puzzle piece in his hand go?"

"According to Su Chenghe's description, there were two people present at the time, Li Yi and Ji Li.

I think the one who has the ability to take the puzzle piece from Gu Xingjian's body should be Ji Li, after all, he is the closest."

Lu Caiwei had already folded the straw into the shape of a pony at this time. She played with it in her hand, smiled, and then said:

"And Li Yi's condition is obvious to all. He probably won't even take it. It should be Ji Li."

Li Guanqi did not respond immediately. He just sipped the herbal tea, his eyes fell on the bare willow tree, as if recalling how green and fresh it used to be.

After a while, he drank the last sip, stood up and patted the dust on his body, and said lightly:

"According to Su Chenghe's description, there were two people present...

Then there should be three people in fact. He subconsciously ignored himself..."