Xu Lang had never seen Yan Yan before, and would even ask for help from others for the sake of others.
Xu Lang felt that Yan Yan and Mo Ye were by no means as simple as he said.
Even to save Yan Yan's life, there are many decent ways to repay him, he will definitely not be like this.
I don’t know why Xu Lang felt bitter in his heart when he looked at Yan Yan’s frustrated expression, and immediately said: "If I am not dead, he will not die! I promise you."
Yan Yan has lost his attitude, and Xu Lang has also lost his attitude.
Xu Lang would never say anything like this, but seeing Yan Yan begging to himself so much, he didn't know why he couldn't play with Yan Yan.
Yan Yan looked a little emotional, finally let go of his hand and retreated to his seat.
He calmed down his emotions and said, "You don't need to be so pessimistic. Mo Ye has survived 4 missions. Although his mind may not be as good as you, he still has no ability to say that he can help you a lot."
"In case he is in danger...you can save it, you can't save it...just say it!"
Yan Yan said that he was in a bad mood. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Every time he mentioned Mo Ye, he recalled the past experience, the moments of their birth and death.
This feeling almost completely affected his judgment, and care was chaotic.
Yan Yan shook his head, did not speak any more, and left the room straight away.
Only Xu Lang was left blank.
"How good is Mo Ye who cares so seriously... But since his ability is very strong, why should he ask me to save it?" Xu Lang thought for a long time and didn't want to understand what was going on. .
Zhang Qingyu had cleaned up the kitchen a long time ago, and after seeing Yan Yan leaving, she also walked out.
Cover Xu Lang's quilt and say, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Xu Lang shook his head and said, "Someone will come in a while, and I don't want to be for a while.
Zhang Qingyu was a little puzzled: "How do you know there will be someone else?"
Xu Lang did not answer her question. Instead, he said: "To participate in the mission tomorrow, you remember to bring some gold in your bag, preferably in the shape of a golden bean."
"Anyway, everything can be changed in the newspaper, you take more."
Zhang Qingyu didn't understand, Xu Lang suddenly jumped to the task at a sudden turn, and said such inexplicable words, so that she did not turn around.
Xu Lang saw Zhang Qingyu's confusion but did not answer, but instead asked, "Can you guess why I said that?"
Zhang Qingyu began to sit in the chair and recalled the mission information, carefully thinking about what is related to gold.
Xu Lang leaned on the bedside and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He knew that teaching people to fish is worse than teaching people how to fish. He always explained, when will Qingyu be able to think independently
Although Xu Lang should have participated in every mission, there will always be a day when Zhang Qingyu is not with Zhang Qingyu. He hopes that by then Zhang Qingyu will be able to be born on his own.
It's like training Zhu Zixing in the "Place of Confinement" before.
Zhang Qingyu repeatedly passed the task information in her mind several times, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "During the task, it said that we would take a bus, and that it was an old-fashioned bus with a conductor. This must require us to buy tickets. of."
"And we don't even know what year this bus belongs to, and what currency it uses! Gold, a hard currency, is a perfect insurance!"
Xu Lang nodded to himself, "Yes, that's it."
"The other thing is that this mission will actually last three days, and no bus will run for three consecutive days."
"In other words, our terminal will definitely not reach the'Yinyang Road', and it is impossible for us to spend three days on the bus. Bring enough gold to let us find a place near Huayin Street. Stay."
Zhang Qingyu asked in a puzzled manner: "Since we will all sit at the terminal station, why do we have to return to the starting station to live in Huayin Street. Can't we just live near the terminal station and then sit back?"
Xu Lang shook his head and said: "The only place we know clearly is Huayin Road. Every time we do a task, we must make full use of the known clues. Since Huayin Street is the first information to be revealed, there must be Its special."
"Also, you take a closer look at the content of the task."
Zhang Qingyu recalled the content of the mission: "Before zero o'clock, arrive at the starting stop of bus 0, Huayin Street. The bus must get on the bus when it arrives.
Take the bus to Yinyang Road and get off to complete the task. You must not disobey the driver's and conductor's orders during the ride. "
"Is there any question about this?"
Xu Lang nodded and said, "Yes, there is a question. This is obviously a word game played by the newspaper.
'Arrive at Huayin Street before zero o'clock, the bus must be on when it arrives. '
This so-called zero point refers to the zero point on May 4th or the zero point every day in the mission. We don't know at all!
According to the past experience of the mission, the possibility of the latter is very high!
Therefore, we must arrive at Huayin Street before midnight every day, waiting for the arrival of the bus! "
Listening to Xu Lang's stubborn speculation, Zhang Qingyu was shocked. This was not mentioned at all in the conference room at the time. Sometimes people are really incomparable.
She thought that Hu Zhen was already very good at talking, but she didn't expect Xu Lang to be more insightful to the trap of the mission.
"Then...Should we tell this to others?"
Xu Lang shook his head and said, "Those newcomers don't like me. Hu Zhen tries to be an enemy of Yan Yan. He will soon become an antagonistic relationship with us, without telling me.
Zhang Qingyu nodded, and then thought of something: "What about Brother Mo?"
Xu Lang smiled slightly: "He will be here in a while, just tell him then."
Zhang Qingyu covered her small mouth with her hand and exclaimed: "Why are you so sure?"
Xu Lang hadn't spoken yet, but the knock at the door had already sounded.
Xu Lang motioned to Zhang Qingyu with a smile but a smile: "Go, open the door to your brother Mo."
Zhang Qingyu walked to the door in a daze. When he opened the door, he turned out to be a firm and resolute face with an unextinguished cigarette in his hand. It was really Mo Ye!
What a god!
Zhang Qingyu, who was shocked, didn't even react, and Mo Ye walked into the house on his own.
Smelling the strong smell of smoke, Zhang Qingyu wrinkled her nose, and hurriedly went over to snatch the smoke in Mo Ye's hand and stomped it out.
"Brother Mo, Brother Xu is not healed now, so it's better not to smell the smoke."
Mo Ye glanced at Zhang Qingyu indifferently, without speaking, and came to Xu Lang's bed.
Regardless of Zhang Qingyu's presence, he said straightforwardly: "I'm dying!"
Xu Lang was drinking water. He almost squirted out when he heard such a violent sentence. With a violent cough, Zhang Qingyu hurriedly stepped forward and stroked his back.
Xu Lang flushed and said, "What do you mean?"
Mo Ye played with the lighter in his hand and did not immediately speak back.
This action reminded Xu Lang that Yan Yan also had this habit before, and it seemed that there really were some secrets between them.
"I got lung cancer and I was alive in a few days, but I want to ask you one thing before I die!"
Xu Lang didn't change his expression too much when he heard this, but Zhang Qingyu, who was standing on the side, looked worried, but after thinking about it, he didn't speak.
Mo Ye continued: "I know we don't have much friendship, even this should be the first time we have spoken so far."
"But I still want to ask you to do me a favor!"
Xu Lang could vaguely guess what he wanted to say, and sighed and said: "There are some things that I don't need to say, I promise you."
When Mo Ye heard this, his eyes widened and he stood up abruptly: "Xu Lang, once a man speaks, he will die, otherwise I will not let you go as a ghost!"
Xu Lang was not angry. He knew that Mo Ye was also a poor man. Besides, he was Mo Ye who had promised him sincerely, and of course he would not go back.
Mo Ye's request, of course, was after his death, asking Xu Lang to help Yan Yan and take care of him.
Although Xu Lang did not understand the secrets between Mo Ye and Yan Yan, he could see that Mo Ye had a brotherly feeling towards Yan Yan. Every word he said today was his last word.
"I will never forget what Xu Lang said."
Only then did Mo Ye slowly sit down, and suddenly he coughed violently while covering his chest, covering the corners of his mouth with his hands, his entire face looked a little flushed.
Xu Lang could clearly see that there were some blood stains on the palm of his hand.
Mo Ye wiped the corners of his mouth without leaving a trace, stood up, and bowed slowly to Xu Lang.
After that, without saying anything, his back straightened, and he turned and left the room.
The coming of Yan Yan and Mo Ye gave Xu Lang a headache. He didn't care about the relationship between them, but he could see that it was the pain of losing a close friend.
He even went to Xu Lang to seek medical treatment in a hurry.
Zhang Qingyu slammed his forehead and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell Brother Mo what we found!"
Xu Lang smiled bitterly, Mo Ye was too impatient to give him a chance to tell the task analysis.
I can only wave my hand and say, "Forget it, let's talk if I have a chance, there is still plenty of time."
Zhang Qingyu also smiled and nodded.
In the following time, Xu Lang took a nap, said it was a nap, but slept for four or five hours.
During this period, Zhu Zixing, Cheng Guoguo, and He Xiao all came to visit one after another, trying to check Xu Lang's injuries, but they were all blocked by Zhang Qingyu.
It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that Xu Lang was awakened by a quarrel at the door.
Feeling that his mind is heavier, but his strength is much better than before, Xu Lang lifted the quilt, turned and got off the bed.
Although the footsteps are a little light, but still able to walk autonomously.
Xu Lang slowly came to the door and saw Wuming and Zhang Qingyu crackling and arguing outside the door.
I could faintly hear that almost all Zhang Qingyu unilaterally taught Wuming, and there was no sound from Wuming.
Xu Lang slowly opened the door of the room, and saw Zhang Qingyu blocking the door with his arms open. On the opposite side was Wuming whose face had turned black. At this time, his facial expression was almost completely unstretched. (End of this chapter)