The car drove slowly down the street, and Fool and Qin Yin alternately told this long story. The expressions on everyone's faces were sometimes relaxed and sometimes sad.
"So -" Although Luo Jiutian spoke, his mind was still reacting, "So -"
"So this matter is actually not over yet," the Taoist priest finished the next words for him, "The mission Xiaoyin just mentioned should be this."
"Hmm...well," Qin Yin nodded, "Wow, won't you all feel sad? What a romantic story this is."
"It should have made him sigh..." Baomu shrank into his seat, worried that Qin Yin would reach out and hit him, "But Sister Xiaoyin, when you are telling a story, you have to add a sentence every once in a while.
It reflects your hard work and we all hear it..."
"You deserve a beating!"
As expected, Qin Yin stretched out her arm and punched him.
"Xiaoyin has really worked hard," said the fool. "What she looked like when she first came out of the court world... I looked at it for a while before I recognized it was her."
"I'm hungry, cold, and all alone..." Qin Yin pretended to cry.
The Taoist priest considerately handed Qin Yin a bottle of soda, "Xiaoyin, thank you for your hard work."
"There is also a question of asking the spirit."
Wen Ling waved his hands repeatedly.
"Then Taoist Priest, what should we do now? Should we go back to the hotel to meet Xia Hua and the others first, or should we complete the task of missing the bridge first?"
The Taoist priest picked up his cell phone and looked at the messages on it. "There is no movement from their side for the time being. I guess nothing happened."
"No news?" Qin Yin was a little surprised.
"That's right," Baomu said, "It's only been a few hours, what could happen?"
"Ah... Yeah, it's only been a few hours," Qin Yin leaned back on his seat and knocked on his head, "I still feel like a month has passed, and I'm still in a daze... Idiot,
You compensate me for mental damages!"
The fool smiled helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll pay you."
"It's not too late now," the Taoist priest said, "Why don't we go look for clues about that family photo now."
"Okay, okay," Qin Yin agreed cheerfully, and then became distressed, "But where are we going to find clues?"
"We can go to Qiaomo Building." The fool suddenly said.
"Qiaomo Building? Isn't that Lu Yueyi's home?" Luo Jiutian parked the car on the side of the road and asked, "Is it still there now?"
"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 the Lu Shoucai family? I thought that after something like this happened to their family, they would have long..."
"The Qiaomo Building is indeed not as gorgeous as before," the fool said, "but Lu Yueyi'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 what happened, I went back to cross the bridge. In fact, every once in a while, I would come back to have a look... Isn't it strange?"
"It's not strange," the Taoist priest looked out the window, "It's normal to revisit an old place."
"Then have you been to that house later?" Luo Jiutian asked.
The fool shook his head, "No, I only looked inside from a distance through the back window, and the furnishings inside didn't seem to have changed much."
"Is there anyone still managing the building?" Xiaolan asked.
"Yes," said the fool, "he was the original lobby manager of Qiaomei Building."
"Ah, that white-haired uncle," Qin Yin shouted, "Wow, he is so old."
The fool gave a bitter smile and said, "It's quite big. He has been staying in Qiaomo Building."
"No wonder you haven't even gone in," Qin Yin said, "It turns out someone is guarding the door."
The fool shrugged.
"Then how are we going to get in with so many of us?" Baomu asked.
"I'll do it!" Qin Yin raised his right hand, "I know what that room looks like, and I guarantee there will be no problems with the navigation this time!"
"Just don't send us to the basement again." Baomu squeezed out a tease through his teeth.
Then he was punched by Qin Yin again.
"Okay, I know where the hotel is," Luo Jiutian, the real navigator, finally raised his phone, "Get off the car and go eat."
A group of people got out of the car one after another. The restaurant this time was carefully selected by Qin Yin. It is said to be the most delicious hot pot restaurant in Qiaowu.
A place that can only be found by navigating.
During this meal, Qin Yin's appetite was beyond imagination. Equally terrifying were Fool and Wen Ling. Each of these three people experienced an unforgettable time. The most direct consequence was that seeing hot pot was like seeing relatives.
Oh, no, they should be enemies. After all, no one would eat their own relatives.
"Let's add three more plates of snowflake beef. Yes, oh wait, let's go to five plates. That's right, 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 was ordering, smiled reluctantly at the waitress. The waitress cast a shocked look at Qin Yin, who was showing off her beef. After confirming the order, she ran away in a panic, fearing that Qin Yin would do it next second.
I'm about to start eating her.
"Xiaoyin, please pay attention to your stomach." Luo Jiutian was beside Qin Yin, trying to maintain an elegant eating posture. "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 beef... I want to eat tripe too!" Qin Yin raised the chopsticks in his hand, "Baomu, give me two more portions of tripe!"
Baomu looked at the Taoist leader in embarrassment.
The Taoist priest put down his chopsticks and sighed, "Add two portions of white radish to her to help with digestion."
"I don't eat carrots!"
"Then add a portion for Wen Ling and Fool," the Taoist priest looked at Wen Ling and Fool who were paralyzed from eating, "If Xiaoyin... order her some green juice."
"I don't want to drink green juice!"
"Sister Xiaoyin, please take a rest," Baomu said earnestly, "After eating, we still have things to do. If you have indigestion by then, we will have to send you to the hospital."
"Yes, if you want to eat it, we can eat it tomorrow," Luo Jiutian took the opportunity to say, "I'll treat you to barbecue tomorrow."
Qin Yin put down his chopsticks gloomily.
"Okay, then I won't eat it."
The Taoist priest smiled kindly and said, "Good boy, we'll set off after we finish drinking the green juice."
"But I really don't like drinking green juice..."
"Then you have to drink it, otherwise your stomach will definitely hurt."
"But I will feel sick and vomit."
"no……"
The two of them were chatting about the green juice, and Xiaolan listened happily. At this time, a white light suddenly flashed from her peripheral vision.