An hour later, the ghost messenger who brought He Yijin back saw that He Yijin had not come out for so long, so he went in and took a look. As soon as he entered, he saw a black human-shaped object lying on the ground, smoking.

In the main hall.

Take a closer look, He Yijin!

The ghost messenger quickly ran to King Qin Guang's feet, handed over the letter Du Lin asked him to deliver, and whispered a few words to King Qin Guang.

After hearing this, King Qin Guang read Du Lin's letter again. His face, which was originally as dark as the bottom of a pot, turned dark and rosy, "Ahem, a ghost can bring a gold!"

"Uh~~~" A breathy voice came from below.

King Qin Guang waved his long sleeves, and a stream of black air flew out from the wide cuffs and swept over He Yijin's charred ghost body. The place he passed immediately returned to its original state, and He Yijin also felt severe pain in his body.

disappear.

"He Yijin, a guilty ghost. Although you died while driving under the influence, fortunately, no innocent people were harmed. I hope you helped others and accumulated merit during your new ghost days. I will sentence you..."

On the African continent, in a wildlife park in a large African country, a silver-white orangutan baby was born. This is an extremely rare mutant orangutan, so as soon as it was born, it was protected by the staff of the reserve.

, it is foreseeable that it will enjoy the treatment of national treasure level in this life...

The old captain of the criminal police team officially retired due to physical reasons. Li Xian, the acting captain, finally became a full-time captain. However, Li Xian felt that the reason for his smooth transition was not only the old captain's retirement, but also the successful handling of several recent cases.

Related, and Du Lin has helped in these recent cases.

So Li Xian decided to treat Du Lin to dinner.

The meal this time was not the last time at the lakeside food stall, but a serious restaurant, the best restaurant in Zhonghu City. Du Lin said that the lobby would be fine, but Li Xian did not hesitate to use the director's relationship.

I insisted on getting a private room.

Du Lin thought that Li Xian, who had always been stingy, must have taken the wrong medicine this time. Later, when he saw Li Xian's attentive smile when he called Dang Hui, he realized: It turns out that Li Xian was generous this time.

Because he persuaded Dang Hui to come and have dinner together.

Sitting in this classical and elegant private room on the third floor of Fu'an Restaurant, Du Lin was sipping fragrant tea and flipping through the menu on the table.

"Lao Du, why hasn't Xiaohui arrived yet?"

"It was you who asked her to have dinner with her. You called her just now and told her that she was at Fu'an Restaurant. Didn't she tell you when she would arrive? Are you asking me?" Du Lin took a sip of tea and gently placed it on the table.

On the tray, although he has no special preference for any food except blood, he only likes all kinds of good tea.

There is a trace of good feeling left.

"She didn't say anything, she just said she'll be there in a moment. How long does 'a moment' mean?"

"It's been about four minutes and seventeen seconds since you put down the phone," Du Lin raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I guess the 'a while' in her mouth must be more than four minutes and seventeen seconds, um... four minutes

Twenty seconds.”

"I'm so anxious..." Li Xian rubbed his hands.

"What? Are you really attracted to our Xiaohui?" Du Lin put down the menu and asked seriously.

"Don't ask, I just feel that way anyway," Li Xian, who has always been carefree, was a little embarrassed at this time, "Tell me the truth, is there nothing between you and Xiaohui? I saw you two that day

Hold it."

"How many times have I told you? At that time, I promised to help her and treat the children in the orphanage. She came over and hugged me in excitement to express her gratitude. She had no other intentions. Do you understand?"

"Okay, okay, let's not discuss this anymore. Let's take a look at the menu and order two dishes first."

"I just saw it. This restaurant is most famous for its traditional-style mutton soup. I'll order this as a staple."

When Du Lin saw this brand, he remembered a past event.

At that time, he served as a military doctor in Li Zicheng's peasant uprising army, and met the troops of Shaanxi Governor Sun Chuanting in Henan.

Sun Chuanting had led the Shaanxi army to defeat the rebels many times before. In the Battle of Heishui Valley, Gao Yingxiang was captured, Ma Jinzhong and Ma Guangyu were driven out of Shaanxi, and Li Zicheng was beaten in Tongguan until only 18 cavalrymen escaped.

Therefore, the rebel army was "talking about Sun Sebian". In Jiaxian County, Henan, the two armies met again. Sun Chuanting won first and then lost. During the retreat, the Shaanxi army dropped more than 20 aircraft brought from Shaanxi.

Birch wood glutinous rice making machine, from then on, this kind of Shaanxi pasta flowed into the Central Plains.

To put it bluntly, buckwheat noodles are buckwheat noodles. Buckwheat is not like wheat. Buckwheat noodles and the resulting noodles cannot be rolled or pulled. They can only be pressed in a noodle press. The noodle press is placed above the pot and the noodles are pressed out.

Buckwheat noodles are put directly into the pot. After they are cooked, they are served with mutton soup, chopped green onion, and coriander. In some places, mutton or haggis are added. The way of eating them varies in different places. It is considered a Guanzhong specialty delicacy.

"Why can't I make a cake?"

Li Xian was just about to order some noodles with the waiter, but before he could speak, he heard the angry voice of an old man coming from the corridor outside.

"Old sir, don't be angry. Our chef who can make traditional Chinese glutinous rice noodles in the kitchen is not here today. Why don't you change it to an ordinary Chinese glutinous rice cake? The taste will be the same."

"Fart! It tastes the same? Then why is the ancient method of making glutinous rice cakes more expensive than ordinary glutinous rice noodles?" the old man asked, getting to the point.

"Old man, please keep your voice down, let's talk in the house... let's talk in the house..." The voice of the speaker became softer, as if he had entered a private room.

Du Lin looked at Li Xian and said, "It seems you can only eat ordinary glutinous rice noodles."

"Originally, I didn't plan to order the ancient-style glutinous rice noodles? A bowl is 20 yuan more expensive."

Another two minutes later, suddenly there was a hurried cry for help in the corridor, "Call the doctor! Call 120 quickly! Call the doctor! Ask the customers if there is a doctor!" The voice sounded like the person who had just spoken in the corridor.

Du Lin and Li Xian looked at each other, stood up and ran out of the private room at the same time.

"I'm a police officer," Li Xian took out his ID, identified himself, and pointed at Du Lin, "He's a doctor, what happened?"

"Are you a doctor? Great, come in and see if this old man is going to die." A man who looked like a manager let Du Lin and Li Xian into a large private room.

I saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting crookedly on the chair. He was wearing a dark brown linen cardigan, black cloth trousers, and black cloth shoes. His face was full of wrinkles. He looked to be in his eighties at least. At this time,

, his face was pale, breathless, and in a semi-conscious state. Next to him were two young men in black suits. One was caressing the old man's chest and back, and the other was looking at Li Xian and Du Lin with a wary look.

.

The young man who was massaging the old man raised his hand and revealed a gun holster at the hem of his black suit!

Li Xian secretly poked Du Lin, and Du Lin nodded slightly, indicating that he had also seen it.

"The old man was a little excited just now, and suddenly he became like this all of a sudden. What should I do?" The manager was spinning in circles.

"Let me check on the patient's condition first." Du Lin pulled up a chair, sat next to the old man, held one of his hands, and took his pulse.

"It's not a big deal. The old gentleman is getting older, and sometimes his breath is uneven. It doesn't necessarily happen when he is short of breath. The breath coming out of the lungs and the breath coming in from the mouth are mixed together, and they go sideways.

An 'air plug' is formed in the bronchus, and it only needs to be broken."

As he spoke, he took out the exquisite acupuncture box from his coat pocket, took out a silver needle, sterilized it on an alcohol lamp, and then raised his hand to prick the old man's chest.

"stop!"
Chapter completed!