Qi'er's face was stiff, and he was speechless by Zhizhu's sudden words.

After thinking about it, I didn't know how to answer, so I had to step forward awkwardly and walk towards the specific wonton shop near them. At the same time, I laughed dryly: "Haha, no, no, how can I call you stupid? I just suddenly feel it. I feel that most of the old people in my family say makes sense, so don't think too much."

Zhizhuo looked at Qi'er's back and did not respond, but stepped forward and continued to eat the popsicle with half of the left.

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There were six wonton shops in total. Qie and Zhizhuo acted separately. One of them went to the store and asked for a bowl of wontons when they entered the store. Then they directly asked the shop owner if he was a Taoist priest from Qingliangguan.

Repeat this way.

Sure enough, within half an hour, Qie took the lead in finding the wonton shop in Qingliangguan in a small town on the side of the street, and sent Zhizhu a message that he had found through his mobile phone.

The wonton shop is not big, and the interior decoration and style have basically not changed. However, the plaque of the shop is no longer the piece of chopped wood, but has been replaced with a standard billboard processed with five big words "Cold Wonton Shop".

In the shop, there is a mahogany bar directly opposite the door, about half a person tall.

A young man wearing a gray crown, a blue cloth robe, and some pockmarks on both sides of his cheeks were sitting behind the bar. He sat on a chair, put his hands into the sleeves. When he saw a guest coming, he leaned forward slightly and looked at Qier with a smile. The young Taoist master asked softly: "What do you want to eat, brother?"

Qi'er looked at the young Taoist priest, and his whole body was subconsciously tense. His eyes were full of suspicious expressions. The little Taoist priest in front of him looked really dull.

The Taoist priest in Qingliang Temple should not have ordinary talents, but the little Taoist priest in front of him has a gentle atmosphere and no glory. No matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary person.

Qie's suspicion became more and more serious, but he did not show it on his face. He replied naturally: "Two bowls of wontons, one bowl with vinegar, one bowl without coriander. In addition, I have some private matters and want to ask the Taoist priest."

After responding, he said OK, the young Taoist priest walked out of the counter, but he still looked strange with his hands crossing into the sleeves on both sides. He hurried into the kitchen and started cooking wontons.

At the same time, Zhizhuo also found the right door and walked in from the shop door.

Seeing Zhizhuo come to him, Qie turned his head to look at her, then raised his finger and pointed to a table and chair near the counter, and whispered: "Sit there."

The two sat down, and in a short while two bowls of wontons were cooked. The young Taoist priest walked out of the kitchen with two bowls of steaming wontons, and then placed them in front of Qie and Zhizhuo, one bowl for each person.

After doing this, the young Taoist priest walked back to the counter in three or two steps, sitting down with a smile on his face.

Qie looked at the bowl of wontons in front of him, then pushed it down in front of Zhizhuo, and then pulled the bowl in front of Zhizhuo to him.

"That bowl is yours, this bowl with more vinegar is mine."

Zhizhu looked at the wontons in front of him and subconsciously reached out and patted his stomach. He was a little full. How many bowls of wontons had she eaten on the way?

Not counting the bowl in front of you, three bowls should be available.

Qie was not polite. Regardless of Zhizhuo, he lowered his head and ate it first, ate half a bowl of wontons in one breath. After drinking two sips of soup, he looked up at the direction of the young Taoist priest and asked, "Master, I just told you to ask you some private matters, do you still remember?"

The young Taoist priest kept silent and just nodded.

Qie nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of wonton soup and said, "Since the Taoist priest is so refreshing, I won't hide it and just say it straight to the point. This beauty and I are the investigators of the foundation. Not long ago, a scp appeared in the hotel on the hillside of Qingliang Mountain, codenamed 3199 to reject humans. When our foundation members arrived after hearing the news, the scp had disappeared. A witness said that it was the boss of this wonton shop who took the scp away. I don't know about this matter, do you know whether Taoist priest?"

The young Taoist priest with pockmarked sap on his face was slightly stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head and said softly: "Impossible. This shop is a small path. I have just taken over for less than four days. Moreover, Taoist rules, people on the mountain must not interfere in any matters of the foundation. I think the two of you are also clear about this. Moreover, Xiao Pao has not been to the mountainside hotel, and I don't know what scp3199 is. Why does Xiao Pao capture this object?"

Qi'er frowned. The Taoist priest's words were reasonable and not like being fake, but Fang Ping'an said, "I saw the boss of the wonton shop taking action?"

After thinking a little, Qier realized that one of the two must be lying.

Zhizhuo didn't worry about these things at all. He was lying on eating wontons at this time, and the more he ate them, the more he ate them, the more he tasted it.

Zie smiled at the young Taoist priest and said, "Taking over for four days? Who was the owner of the store before? It's important. Please forgive me and understand. Please think about it again. Is there any missing places or some clues you know?

The young Taoist priest leaned on the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and after thinking for a while, he said uncertainly: "The missing place... If you talk about it, this wonton shop was taken from Senior Brother Wang Shi. If there is any clue, you can ask Senior Brother Wang Shi the most suitable one, but the day before yesterday, Senior Brother Wang Shi had already gone down the mountain to another place and left Qingliang Mountain."

Senior Brother Wang Shi?

Leaving Qingliang Mountain?

Hearing these words, Qier stared at him and thoughtfully.

Zhizhu sat aside, ate a bowl of wontons clean with several large mouthfuls, leaving no drop of the soup. He was leaning on the back of the chair and gasping, his eyes glancing at the bowl of wontons in front of Qie from time to time.

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Fang Ping'an was now confused and stood in the toilet with a mosaic all over his body thinking about life.

What to do now?

How to get out?

How do you explain to Meow Route Wash when you go out?

I guess they would believe it if he pulled the bomb when he made it.

All the clothes were burned out, and the toilet lid was burned. The white porcelain toilet turned smoky, black and black, and it was like black and gray when you touched it.

After thinking about it, Fang Ping'an suddenly remembered Doraemon's puppet suit. He decisively opened Wang Zhicaibao, took out the puppet suit and put it on his body, and then walked out of the bathroom with a calm attitude.

As soon as he left the door, Fang Ping'an was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Meow Luyou lies on the bed with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

The sha fell off her body and was also purple. She looked like a salted fish was injured and was standing next to Meow Route, and occasionally twitched twice.

Some of the tentacles on the yarn's belly were weak, some were raised tremblingly, pointing to Fang Ping'an who had just come out of the toilet, opened his mouth, and cursed weakly: "You are a fool who is so silly, you are so desperate that you want to let your cat miss your capital. Do you believe it or not and grab your G2 and throw it over your shoulder?"

???

Fang Ping'an looked question marks.

How could Sao Dao actually speak?

But what's going on with this accent?
Chapter completed!