"What's wrong with Brother Feng?"

"No...it's okay, maybe I caught a cold in the mountains yesterday, and my stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable. Where is the toilet?"

"Turn left in the corridor, the first room is." Xiaoyang said.

I quickly tore up some paper and opened the door and walked towards the toilet.

Halfway through the road, I stopped.

Take a deep breath, sink your qi into your dantian, and adjust it for a few seconds before you dare to continue walking.

After ten minutes, I came out of the toilet and felt refreshed.

As a result, before I could sit down, I vaguely felt a rushing force coming from my body.

This situation lasted for more than half an hour, three times.

I suppressed my discomfort and looked at Xiaoyang and asked, "If I had any problems, or if I had any problems with your porridge."

"No, Brother Feng!"

Xiaoyang said excitedly: "My injury has not healed yet! I can only eat some liquid food! I didn't buy the porridge from outside! I made it myself at noon! Only millet! I didn't add any messy ingredients! I said I drank two bowls myself! It's absolutely fine!"

I waved my hand and said, "Don't be excited, it's okay, it may be my own problem."

It was just a pot of porridge, and I had both of them. It was impossible for me to have a stomachache. Xiao Yang had nothing to do with it.

But this makes sense, it reminds me of the fact that we had diarrhea at the same time before.

I suddenly noticed an empty plate with small pickles on the table.

I drank both of the porridge, but I only ate the pickles, so Xiaoyang didn't move.

"You made this pickle myself? Have you eaten it?" I tried to ask.

"I haven't eaten yet." Perhaps seeing my expression wrong, Xiaoyang turned around and brought a small glass jar, and shouted: "Brother Feng! What I made is absolutely fine! If you don't believe me, I'll eat it for you!"

After saying that, he unscrewed the lid, grabbed a handful of it with his hands, and stuffed the soup and water directly into his mouth.

His reaction scared me a little.

"Xiaoyang, you don't have to do this! I don't suspect that there is something wrong with what you do! It's just that we encountered something similar some time ago!" I quickly explained.

He couldn't listen at all, and ate a handful of pickled radishes in a blink of an eye.

I quickly twisted the lid, put the glass jar back in place, pressed him on the chair and said, "Okay, okay! I just asked a few questions, why are you doing such a big reaction? Is it so salty? Sit, I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Brother Feng, I can't drink a lot of water yet."

"It's okay to drink less and go smoothly."

He drank a small sip of water, his face turned red and he coughed continuously.

After I ran to the toilet several times, my stomach gradually became less uncomfortable. Seeing him like this, I said, "Your bowl of millet porridge reminded me of a good friend I met before. The dumplings she made were larger than buns. With the amount of rice beans, I could eat at most five."

"Brother Feng... doesn't have such a big dumpling? It's too exaggerating."

"You see, you don't believe it yet! It's true, it's so big, my friend's name is Xiaomi." I gestured.

"Xiaomi? It's a coincidence."

"What coincidence?"

He looked at me and smiled and said, "Brother Feng, look, your friend named Xiaomi has made dumplings for you, and I just happened to make millet porridge for you again. Isn't this a coincidence?"

I didn't understand what he meant, and I didn't think there was any coincidence.

Dumplings are dumplings, and millet porridge is millet porridge, which is completely different.

As we were chatting, the next second, Xiaoyang's face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

He covered his stomach with one hand, winked and said, "My stomach is not very comfortable, no...I have to go to the toilet!"

Looking at Xiaoyang's hurrying out with crutches, my face gradually became gloomy.

I went to the toilet three times and Xiaoyang went two times.

When he came back, I sat face to face and didn't look very good.

"Brother Feng..."

I waved my hand and said, "Just ask you and answer."

"Did anyone I don't know have come to you during this period?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Confirm! I know what we do! I don't go out to buy some essential daily necessities except occasionally going downstairs! I always draw pictures in the house at other times, and basically don't go out."

"It's my brother Bafeng. Maybe the radish I bought downstairs has turned bad, so I've eaten my stomach."

I slammed the table and said, "It's not a problem of radish deterioration! Those radish look very fresh! Brother, you may not understand what I said. The environment I am facing now is very complicated. No small mistakes can be ignored, otherwise it may lead to big mistakes. Think carefully, have you seen any suspicious strangers during this period?"

"No... really not. By the way, Brother Feng, when I moved here a few days ago, I brought a few seasonings. I used the seasonings I brought with me."

"seasoning?"

"Yes, I took a bag of salt and half a bag of candy from the kitchen."

"Take it and see it."

Soon Xiaoyang placed the thing in front of me.

I frowned and looked at the salt bag on the table.

I remembered that when Brother Yu and I were cooking the meat that day, it seemed that we were also putting half a bag of salt. Then we ran to the bathroom all night.

Seeing that I put away the salt bag, Xiaoyang immediately asked: "What the hell is going on? Is there something wrong with this salt?"

"I can't confirm it yet. In short, you don't have to worry about this matter. I'll leave and come to see you after I finish my work in two days."

"I'm sorry, Brother Feng, it's my fault."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "What do you know is your fault? You are right, you may have helped me inadvertently. Remember to lock the door and sleep these days, do you have a self-defense guy at hand?"

He shook his head.

I pulled out another dagger from my back with my back hand, and placed it on the table and said, "In case, take it with me."

After leaving the hotel, I did not go back, but drove around and then stopped around the hotel.

Turn off the lights and turn off the engine.

I looked at the hotel under the night and fell into deep thought.

More than an hour later, the ringtone of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey, put your head."

"Did the duck get it?"

I glanced at the cage placed in the back row and said, "I got it, and I'm planning to go back."

He put his head on the phone and said, "Don't come back first, go to the bus station. At around seven o'clock, someone gave us a batch of things, picked up the other party and took them back."

I said it was fine, and then I talked about the "digestion".

After listening to his head, he asked in confusion: "Yunfeng, are you sure it wasn't a chance?"

"It's not sure, but I'll be sure soon. If this is not accidental, then the problem will be big! It means someone is messing with us, and we don't even know who this person is."

He still wondered, "This makes no sense. Yunfeng, if someone is messing with us as you guessed, why don't you just put poison? And how did the other party bypass Ying Ye and touch our base without leaving any trace? I think even the top masters of the Changchun Association can't do this."

"Put your head, the man in black is called Ying Ye?"

"Yes, just a nickname."

"Would he be the one who did it?" I asked in confusion.

He put his head firmly on his tone: "It's impossible, he does things for me, and there is no reason to be against us."

"Yunfeng, if your guess is true, then I think there is only one possibility for this matter."

“What kind of possibility?”
Chapter completed!