Sometimes people are more troublesome than ghosts, and more difficult to deal with than ghosts.
I sent Shen Chao back to the hospital for rescue, and then took Pan Qingqing back to the crematorium in Xiaoma's van. The war here is over, and the old Taoist priest and Brother Zhenmin were both detained by the copper army.
Xiao Ma was also left to make a confession, but I was allowed to leave because I knew someone from the criminal police team.
But I don't know where to go, but I can't continue to stay in the crematorium, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of the criminal police team, so I took Pan Qingqing to the door of Li Bo's Zhizhapu.
The van that Lu Ji transferred was still parked here, and the driver rushed over and said to both of us: "Lu Ji was taken away by the black face tent. She wants to send you to a safe place!"
I am already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and I cannot protect myself, so I can't rescue the old Taoists. Besides, they won't be in danger here in the criminal police team, but Lu Ji is in danger.
The van driver drove to Donggou, and Pan Qingqing asked me: "Who is Lu Ji? Does she know why I am here?"
I nodded and said to the driver: "We don't go back to Huangyan Zegou, we go directly to Gusipo, I can't let Lu Ji bear the danger alone!"
The driver turned his head and asked me back, "You are not afraid of death, but what about this girl?"
Pan Qingqing said hurriedly: "I also want to see this green girl and ask her about my situation!"
The driver turned his head and continued to drive, emphasizing word by word: "Yang Shangchai’s decision is based on her reasons and purpose. You only have to follow it, otherwise it will disrupt her plan. Let’s talk about Yang Shangchai. It's just being taken away by the black-faced judge, there will be no danger!"
I had no choice but to respond. Pan Qingqing looked confused and unwilling. He wanted to continue to persuade the driver to find Lu Ji. The driver coldly scolded, "You are a weak female, and you can't think of going to Huangjue Temple late at night?"
Pan Qingqing was startled and muttered in a low voice, "You are mentally retarded!"
I asked her: "Don't you know your own situation? Where were you before you met me?"
Pan Qingqing curled up and replied after thinking for a moment: "I only remember that I was lying in the brain ward of the city hospital, receiving treatment, but after waking up, I was already at the crematorium. What is going on?"
Seeing her trembling all over, I asked the driver to turn on the warm air in the car.
Snow flies in the night sky, and the sound of firecrackers has become more frequent.
It was dark outside the car window. I was not worried about Zhenmin and the others, but I was still worried about Lu Ji. This time we played against the black face tent, we won. To be precise, I won, with the help of Lu Ji.
The sound of Pan Qingqing's belly groaning came from me, but my stomach was so hungry that I lost consciousness, so I said to the driver: "Master, please stop when passing the store, I'm going to buy some food."
The driver responded: "I know where the restaurant is still open!"
The van stopped directly in front of an inconspicuous house on the road in the northern suburbs of the city and signaled to me: "This is this one. After you go in, ask the boss for two bowls of rejuvenating noodles. Don't ask for anything else!"
"Rejuvenating noodles?" I heard it for the first time.
Opening the car door, a gust of cold wind rolled in snowflakes, and Pan Qingqing wrapped the collar of his clothes tightly, and followed me into this small restaurant that was "open all day".
On the exterior wall of the hotel, the words "restaurant" are in bold with a blue pen.
There was a gleam of light behind the blue cotton curtain. I reached out and lifted the curtain. It was greasy and the store was not big. There was a counter at the door. An old woman was watching a TV show at the end of the freezer.
Seeing a customer, the old woman asked feebly: "What do you want to eat? The small shop has chicken, duck and fish meat, and stir-fried noodles!"
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"Two bowls of rejuvenating noodles, nothing else!" I saw the old woman's gray face and her squinted eyes.
The old woman lowered her head again and shouted coldly: "Two bowls of rejuvenating noodles, a total of 18 yuan!"
This is definitely a black shop. Two bowls of noodles cost 18 yuan, but I couldn't help being hungry, so I took the money out of my pocket and handed it a sheet of twenty.
The old woman retrieved two one-yuan banknotes. I took Pan Qingqing to the empty seat and sat down. The tables and chairs here were also greasy, and it seemed that they hadn't been scrubbed for a long time. The decoration of the shop is extremely simple. The ceiling made of prefabricated panels is only painted with a layer of paint, and some places have not been painted.
The chopsticks on the table were not very clean, Pan Qingqing frowned.
I hurriedly explained: "It's this point at this time, let's just do it!"
She picked up the three-inch-wide toilet paper from the table and started to wipe the desktop. I looked at the TV on the freezer, only to find that the program that was still playing the skit had turned into snowflakes and made a harsh noise.
The old woman simply used the remote control to turn off the TV. While waiting for the meal, I secretly looked at Pan Qingqing. She also saw my gaze and asked: "Doctor Yuan, why didn't the driver come down to eat together? ?"
I hurriedly explained: "He had dinner, I can't send you back to the hospital right now, otherwise you will still be in danger."
"Danger?" Pan Qingqing asked, "How can I be in danger in the hospital? Where are you going to take me?"
I continued to explain: "Your illness cannot be cured by the hospital, only Lu Ji can save you."
Pan Qingqing's face changed drastically when she heard it, and then she covered her temples with her hands and exclaimed, "Doctor Yuan, my head hurts!"
I hurried to grab her hand, but she threw it away.
I saw that the skin on her white neck was tight. If it were not for a severe headache, the fluff on her neck would not stand up. Unfortunately, my needles were not there, so I took out the musk box from my arms and opened it. Put it in front of her nose.
Pan Qingqing smelled the scent of musk and calmed down. I saw that the rooster-shaped jasper hanging in front of my neck was gleaming. Is it dangerous
"Your noodles are here!" A young man with eyes threw two bowls of Yangchun noodles on the table.
I tidyed up my collar, took a sharp knife out of the envelope and put it on the table, Xiao Qingqing and Pan Qingqing were both startled.
"Nothing, hurry up and eat!" I picked up the greasy chopsticks.
Pan Qingqing asked the young man timidly, "Are there any sanitary chopsticks?"
"No?" The other party still replied coldly, and then turned back to the back kitchen. I quickly peeled off a layer of the greasy chopsticks with a sharp knife, handed it to Pan Qingqing, and said: "Use these chopsticks, they are very clean !"
This bowl of rejuvenating noodles is just a bowl of ordinary Yangchun noodles. There are not many noodles and the soup is clearer. Fortunately, the noodles are cooked and there is nothing else in the soup.
In some small restaurants, worms and flies are included in the food.
I also cut a pair of chopsticks for myself, and then grabbed the rice.
After eating the noodles, I even drank all the soup. Seeing Qingqing had already eaten the noodles and there was a puff of noodle soup in the bowl, I said to her, "Are you full?"
She shook her head truthfully, and I whispered: "If you are not full, you can't eat anymore. It's not safe here!" After she heard this, my face changed. I put away the musk box from the table, holding a sharp knife in one hand, and pulling in another hand. With Pan Qingqing, he left the hotel.
Back in the van, I complained to the driver: "What kind of restaurant did you bring us to? The quantity is small and the price is high, so I won't come again next time!"
The driver replied coldly: "There is no next time!"
I looked at the restaurant outside the car window, and saw that the word "restaurant" on the wall had become "fat pot".
"Fat pot? Isn't it a meal prepared for the dead on Huangquan Road?"
I was sick and wanted to vomit, and the driver explained lightly: "The rejuvenating noodles you two ate are clean, and other food and drinks are for the dead."
Pan Qingqing immediately put his head out of the car and vomited out. (End of this chapter)