Qingyang Mountain is still searching for Lu Lixiao, so Lu Lixiao naturally can't go back to the door in a big way. Zhou Ziruo and the others originally wanted Lu Lixiao to hide in Qinghe Town and wait for news, but although Qinghe Town is located at the foot of Qingyang Mountain, after all, going back and forth is not a short-term effort, and it is not convenient, so they finally adopted Lu Lixiao's own proposal. Proposal - "The most dangerous place is the safest place", hiding behind the division's gate.
The back mountain of Qingyang Mountain is said to be inhabited by ferocious beasts. Since the establishment of the sect, many disciples have disappeared in the mountain, and gradually it has been listed as a forbidden area. No one is allowed to step in unless special circumstances. Many, in fact, is the best place for Tibetans.
Lu Lixiao picked a hidden cave and sprinkled insect repellent and wild animal powder near the entrance of the cave. The other three helped to arrange the simple daily necessities such as mattresses bought from Qinghe Town in the cave. After discussing the next action, they left the back mountain.
The reason why Leng Mo asked to go down the mountain to report to the head sect this time was because he encountered a bottleneck in his practice and went out to seek opportunities. As soon as he returned to the door, he rushed to report the results of his experience to the head sect. As for Mu Qijun, I have to admire Liu Nanqin's impeccable workmanship. That day he helped to lie and fabricated Mu Qijun's identity. He actually did a full set of dramas, and really went through all the procedures of "Chef Mu" and arranged a place to stay. Although living in the same courtyard with a group of cooks with big heads and thick necks is not very refreshing, at least there is a place to stay, and it is the single family that Zhou Ziruo has longed for. Waving to Zhou Ziruo sleepily, he went to his hut.
Zhou Ziruo went back to Lu Lixiao's yard alone, fetched water to rinse, and fell on the bed with his limbs splayed. The exhaustion from the exhaustion made him weak and weak, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. Later, he found that it was probably because he hadn't slept alone for a long time, and he was not used to it.
It was not until the middle of the night that he fell asleep in a daze, and it was already noon when he woke up the next day.
For the lunch of several big disciples in the door, there is a special kitchen to deliver carefully cooked food to the door, but Lu Lixiao is not in the door, the kitchen is like Zhou Zi, if he is dead, he will not even come to deliver the meal. Zhou Ziruo scolded the influence of the kitchen in his heart, while rushing to the dining hall, a big pot of rice is better than a hungry stomach, isn't it
On the way back these days, the four of them carefully analyzed the case of 30 years ago and this time several times. The murderer was able to murder Duan Peng, presumably with superb martial arts skills. Among the eight big disciples at that time. Combined with the fact that this case does not rule out the possibility of a joint case, the target is temporarily locked on Du Hanfeng's mentor and apprentice, Ouyang Yi's mentor and apprentice, and Head Qiu.
All the clues collected during this trip have been exhausted here. In the absence of further discoveries, the four of them agreed last night that what needs to be done at this stage is to find out the real details of these five people.
There is always a motive for killing people. Perhaps under the mask of the current "Qingyang Mountain Gatemen", some of them hide unknown identities!
The files of the disciples in the sect are stored in the archives. The archives are the same as the library of classics. They are guarded at all times, and ordinary disciples are not allowed to enter at will. If the murderer was really hiding among those five people, he would probably have edited his own file long ago, but he just tried his luck.
If this line is not found, there is really nowhere to start this case, and I don't know when the main plot of Qingyang Mountain will be cleared!
Zhou Ziruo stepped into the dining hall with a heavy heart, and was immediately taken aback by the fiery atmosphere in the dining hall.
In the past, all the dishes were criticized by the disciples for the same taste. The dining hall was overcrowded. All the disciples, male and female, crowded together shoulder to shoulder, leaving no trace of the dogma that men and women should not be close. Everyone held up their silver tickets or It's the silver ingots shouting loudly, you pulling me fiercely like refugees fighting for food in the famine era!
"Master Mu, a piece of pork chop rice!"
"Master, I want fried dumplings! Three fresh stuffing!"
"Master, a piece of Hawaiian meat pizza! Add bacon!!"
Zhou Ziruo's ears resounded with these lines from the time travel, and he almost suspected that he had passed through after sleeping! He plunged into the crowd and squeezed his head forward, and came to the front, his jaw was about to drop in horror—
Behind a transparent baffle made of glass, Mu Qijun was wearing the white clothes of the main chef of a five-star restaurant in the 21st century, a white tall hat, a white apron around his waist, and a kitchen knife in his hand. Fillet a fatty fish into sheer thin slices! The long tables on both sides of the chopping board were piled with various cooking ingredients, and more than a dozen large pots of boiling water were arranged in turn, and the chefs in the kitchen were busy running around with the delicacies on the plates.
God! ! What is this thing doing? ? How did the dining hall become like this overnight? ? ? The chimney didn't fire directly, isn't it afraid of causing a fire? ? ?
"On the 21st, the beef rice bowl is ready! Take it!"
Just as Zhou Ziruo was stunned, a male disciple beside him with a bruised face and half of his sleeve torn off devoutly took a large plate of rice from a fat chef, and left the crowd contentedly to go to the dining hall. The empty table, and received countless jealous stares along the way.
"Twenty skewers of flesh and blood are ready! Whose?"
"mine!"
"its mine!!"
"I came first!"
Zhou Ziruo's face twitched as he watched the two female disciples fight each other for twenty skewers.
Who can tell him what's going on in this world...
When everyone finally sat down at the table with their legs limping and their waists supported, and enjoyed the food as they wished, Zhou Ziruo sat down at the small table in the corner with a plate of fried rice with eggs that flew into his hands. Down.
As soon as he took two mouthfuls of delicious fried rice with eggs, Mu Qijun sat across from him, pointing at the thick bank note in his hand, and twisted his sore shoulders back and forth.
"Oh...I'm so exhausted..."
Although Zhou Ziruo was very speechless about the bloody storm caused by the dead fat chicken, he had to admit that this egg fried rice was really fried.
"What are you doing? Want to transform Qingyang Mountain into New Oriental?"
Mu Qijun said: "Actually, the thing is like this..."
Last night Mu Qijun was hungry, so he went to the kitchen to get something for himself. It happened that there were two cooks in the kitchen who were waiting outside the door for the hungry disciples who had just returned from their missions. There was not enough manpower, so Mu Qijun rolled up his sleeves to show his hand, who would have thought that those disciples burst into tears With faces all over, they took out money and treasures and begged Mu Qijun to add a few more dishes for them!
The cook is not happy anymore, thinking that they have worked so hard in the kitchen of Qingyang Mountain for several years, except for the monthly salary, no one will give them more than half a penny to ask them to make food, the same is green vegetables and tofu, which Mu Qijun can make for them Come out the taste of big fish and big meat? The two chefs tasted a few mouthfuls with criticism and dissatisfaction, then fell silent immediately, and then became fans of Mu Qijun passers-by.
With the enthusiastic support of his disciples and chefs, Mu Qijun began to consider the plan to improve the food culture of Qingyang Mountain, and he did what he said, and opened up a restaurant in the dining hall with all the chefs and disciples who were impressed by the food overnight. One area is used as a transparent kitchen, and the chimney will be built today, and the next plan is to increase the buffet area. According to Mu Qijun's original words, all the masters can only help him now, and it will take some time to get them all out. He is too tired to cook so many dishes every day, so he will make the buffet for the time being and close the ordering session.
Zhou Ziruo looked at the densely packed plan he wrote in the small notebook speechlessly, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother, do these things have something to do with the case?"
"You don't understand! Do you think I have nothing to do?" Mu Qijun motioned Zhou Ziruo to put his ear closer, and said in his ear: "What is the most popular in this mountain gate? Disciple! Those few If someone really has a problem among individuals, it’s impossible for them to show their flaws for so many years! What do we need most now? Information! Isn’t this the best source of information?”
"So what? You put veritaserum in your dish, and they would tell you who they have a crush on after eating it?" Zhou Ziruo said.
Mu Qijun looked at him with unteachable eyes, and shook the stack of bank notes in front of him, "What is this?"
"Proof of your insatiable greed."
Mu Qijun coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "I don't charge for daily meals, but if I order a la carte, I have to charge! It's because they voluntarily gave me so much! Oh, don't talk about this, I think What I said is that I have two conditions for cooking them the dishes they want, either give them money, or tell me a little-known anecdote about my disciples!"
"Is there really a foodie who will say anything just to eat?" Zhou Ziruo doubted.
"The key is that we think it's useful, but others don't necessarily think so! Maybe it's just a weird thing!" Mu Qijun said.
Zhou Ziruo thought it made sense.
The task of going to the archives to check the files naturally fell on Leng Street. Although he had nothing to do, he didn't intend to be idle. Then he asked Mu Qijun: "I want to visit those suspects, will you come with me?"
Mu Qijun shook his head, "No, I changed a few songs overnight last night to make the group song for the kitchen, to cultivate team cohesion, and I will organize them to practice chorus later."
Zhou Ziruo: ...
After coming out of the dining hall, Zhou Ziruo began to think about which suspect to investigate first and how to investigate.
Stalking is definitely not advisable, with his force value, he must be discovered before he even started! But if you don't follow them secretly, why don't you run up to them and ask directly "Hello, do you have a hidden identity"? Didn't that tell the murderer that he was investigating and urged him to kill him quickly?
How to explore? There is no chance at all! !
Zhou Ziruo pulled his hair in annoyance, and when he was at a loss, the person who gave him the opportunity appeared.
Qi Yunpeng strode forward with a few of his followers in a standard low-IQ villain posture, and said with a malicious smile: "Little brother, where have you been these days? Are you with the murderer who defected from our sect?" Lu Lixiao together?"
Zhou Ziruo looked at him, and suddenly grinned a big smile.
The author has something to say: I was sick a few days ago and lost energy, so I didn’t comment back, but I read all the comments~