In the next two or three days, we were like policemen catching criminals, driving a Land Rover car, wandering the streets of Changsha all night, hoping to find traces of white snow.

Although this method is undoubtedly to find a needle in a haystack, we can only stick to it.

Fortunately, Chen Shiba made a soul-pointing needle based on Bai Xue's birth date.

The shape of this soul needle is similar to a compass, with a yellow talisman with the birth date of the snow written on it.

As long as white snow appears nearby, the pointer on the soul needle will rotate to point out where white snow is.

We believe that the ghost of Bai Xue is hidden in a corner of the city and is not too far from the Century Building. Because she wants to take revenge, she cannot completely leave here. Therefore, our search range is centered on the Century Building every night, radiating a distance of one or two kilometers.

We start patrolling every day at midnight and have to patrol until dawn before returning home.

Staying up late is a very harmful thing. Within two days, we all became giant pandas, with dark eyes and severe lack of sleep.

After staying up all night, I felt like Bai Xue was suppressed in my heart, so I couldn't sleep during the day. Now Bai Xue's ghost is wandering outside, and everyone is very anxious, afraid that something will happen again, which will have an impact on our company's reputation.

Land Rover was driving slowly on the dimly lit streets. We opened the windows and let the gentle night wind blow our faces.

The wind is a little wet and hot, and spring is about to pass, and the hot summer is coming soon. I don’t know if it is because of spring. Under the night wind, we always feel restless and restless.

Music was playing in the carriage, and we leaned on the back of the chair bored, occasionally glanced at the soul needle, but the soul needle still didn't move, which made us very disappointed.

"Hey, there is a night market stall in front of you. Let's go buy some midnight snacks, I'm starving to death!" Lei Zi covered her croaking stomach.

The Land Rover stopped by the curb, we got out of the car, Ku Junwei and Chen Shiba were smoking against the car door, Leizi and I walked towards the night market stall, ready to buy some food.

This is a mobile night market stall, which sells a lot of things, including fried noodles, fried rice, fried dumplings, cold braised braised rice, beer and other things.

There is a luxurious nightclub across the street, and there are many office buildings nearby. Some people who get off night shifts will buy some food when passing by the stalls, so the business of the night market stalls is pretty good, and the small square tables placed on the roadside are full of people.

We ordered a few things, including fried noodles, fried dumplings, and beer, and we prepared to take them back to the car to eat.

At this moment, a little monk walked along the street.

The little monk may be less than 20 years old, with a childish look and looks quite stern.

He wore a gray-white monk's robe, which may have been due to a long journey, and the monk's robe looked a little sloppy.

The little monk walked to the night market stall, took out a bowl from his cuff, and raised his palm to the owner of the night market stall: "Amitabha, can this donor enjoy the stutter?"

The owner of the night market stall is a middle-aged man, busy in front of the stall. His business is good, he is busy and sweaty, and he has no time to pay attention to this little monk.

The little monk handed the bowl to the boss and said again: "Amitabha, donor, please enjoy the stutter!"

The boss seemed a little impatient and waved his hand and scolded, "Go and go, where are the beggars from? Don't affect my business!"

When the monk heard the three words "beggar", he couldn't help but frown: "Boss, please see clearly that I am a monk, not a flower!"

"Men?" The boss smiled disdainfully: "Okay, you are not a beggar, you are a stinky beggar!"

The little monk couldn't hold back his face and blushed and said, "This donor, we monks are begging for alms, not begging for food!"

The boss waved the spatula and scolded, "I care whether you beg for alms or beg for food. Get out of here quickly. Don't affect my business. Haven't you seen me busy?"

The little monk shook his head and put away the bowl in disappointment.

While stir-frying noodles, the boss kept muttering: "Now beggars, wearing a vest, say that they are monks. They don't learn well at a young age, and don't work with their hands and feet. They eat and are lazy all day long, so I don't feel sympathy for him!"

I frowned, feeling that the boss's words were a little harsh, and I couldn't help but say, "Boss, you can't say that. Buddhism believes that those who can give alms and vegetarian monks have a destiny to Buddhism. Monks make good connections by recruiting food and begging for food, so they are called begging alms. Therefore, monks who beg alms cannot be equated with beggars!"

"What's wrong? Are you educating me?" The boss's eyes bulged, and he looked very dissatisfied.

I didn't say anything, turned around and called the little monk: "Hey, little monk!"

The little monk stopped and turned around: "Donor, are you calling me?"

I smiled and said, "Are there any other monks here besides you?"

The little monk looked around and answered me seriously and seriously: "No more!"

I was amused by the seriousness of the little monk's face, and I said to him: "Come on, come here, I ordered too much and couldn't finish it. Come and eat together!"

The little monk's eyes lit up, and he did not refuse in a hypocritical way, and only said one word: "Okay!"

There was no place for the night market stall, so we sat down on the side of the road.

"Do you eat fried dumplings?" I handed the fried dumplings to the little monk.

The little monk waved his hand: "We monks, we eat vegetarian food!"

"Oh, yes, yes, why did I forget this matter!" I patted my forehead and then I remembered that there was meat filling in the dumplings.

I put down the fried dumplings and handed the fried noodles to the monk: "Then, eat noodles, this one has no meat and meat!"

The little monk said thank you, took the fried noodles, and started eating it with a rude amount.

The little monk was eating noodles very fast, and his cheeks were bulging high, and it felt like he was sucking the noodles into his stomach. After sucking them in one bite, a portion of fried noodles disappeared.

We bought four portions of fried noodles in total. The little monk didn't even raise his head. The wind swept the canopy clouds and swallowed all four portions of fried noodles in one breath.

Leizi and I looked at each other. The little monk's belly was a bottomless pit, and he actually ate four servings of fried noodles in one breath!

The little monk let out a sigh, wiped his mouth with his backhand, looking satisfied.

Judging from the appearance of this little monk, he might have been hungry for several days and didn't eat anything. He was like he was crazy. When I saw him pitiful, I asked with concern: "Are you full? Do you want to eat something?"

The little monk grinned at me, revealing his snow-white teeth: "Donor, if you don't mind, can I have some more fried noodles?"

The little monk suggested that he would eat noodles. Leizi and I looked at each other and said that the amount of food was a bit terrible!

Then, Leizi and I saw with our own eyes what the little monk called "eat a little more".

The little monk swallowed six portions of fried noodles again. Including the four portions I had just eaten, he swallowed ten portions of fried noodles. Even the owner of the night market stall was so scared that he widened his eyes, afraid that the little monk would die in front of his stall.

After eating ten portions of fried noodles, the little monk may feel a little dry. He drank three bottles of frozen mineral water in one breath, then patted his round belly, burped, and bowed to me: "Amitabha! Two donors, thank you! You are all good people, and the Buddha will bless you!"

Leizi and I smiled, but we didn't take the little monk's words to heart.

Because Leizi and I were not Buddhists originally, we do not believe in Buddhism. We only believe in ourselves. Our destiny is in our own hands and placed on the Buddha. That is meaningless.

At this time, the cell phone in my pocket rang.

Amid the envious eyes of many diners, I took out my cell phone from my pocket.

At that time, many people didn’t have mobile phones, and mobile phones were still a new thing for people.

When the boss saw me take out my cell phone, he thought I was a rich man, so he nodded and laughed at me.

I picked up my cell phone, and Ku Junwei's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Jiujizi, have you lost your night snack? Come back soon, we have found Bai Xue's traces!"

"What?! OK! We'll be back soon!"

After hanging up the phone, my breathing suddenly became rapid. My heart was filled with excitement. I waited for the rabbit for so many days, and finally got news about Baixue. Tonight, we can't let Baixue escape any longer.

Leizi asked me what was wrong, and I whispered to Leizi: "I found Baixue's traces, Brother Wei asked us to go back quickly!"

I took out two hundred yuan and patted it in the boss's hand: "Is it enough?"

"Enough! Enough!" The boss looked at me with a smile, completely different from the moment.

I said to the little monk: "I gave the boss two hundred yuan, and there should be a lot of money left. If you are hungry later, use the remaining money and order something to eat by yourself!"

The little monk folded his hands together and saluted me to express his gratitude.

Leizi and I quickly left the midnight snack stall and hurriedly ran across the street.

"Where are the midnight snacks you bought?" Chen Shiba asked in surprise.

I touched my head and then I remembered that the things we bought were eaten by the little monk, but we forgot to eat ourselves.

I smiled embarrassedly: "I just met a little monk who begged for alms, and I gave all the midnight snacks to the little monk!"

"I'll go!" Chen Shiba put his hands on his hips and covered his face with the other: "I'm almost starving to death!"

Leizi said, "Stop talking about this, where is Bai Xue? Didn't you say that you found Bai Xue's trace?"

"Get in the car!" Ku Junwei waved at us in the car.

We climbed onto the Land Rover, and Ku Junwei pointed at the soul needle placed in front of the windshield. We held our breath and concentrated. We saw the soul needle spinning, and it was turning faster and faster, indicating that Bai Xue was nearby.
Chapter completed!