Chapter 292
"We need your help, don't worry, eat the chicken butt first."
Uncle Ming said as he picked up a shiny chicken butt and put it in Haruyo's bowl.
Haruyo glanced at the table and saw only the chicken drumsticks on the plate.
But before he could take a second look, Lan Po picked up the chicken legs and put them into Ma Xiaoyu's bowl.
"I'm old and eating too greasy food can easily lead to indigestion."
The other chicken leg on the plate had already been picked up by Yin Xiu.
"Ok?"
After Uncle Ming snorted, Yin Xiu put the chicken legs into Uncle Ming's bowl with a smile, "Don't eat too much, be careful about your cholesterol."
Uncle Ming nodded neutrally, and then turned to Haruyo, "Eat more, chicken butts are very good in our countryside. There is only one chicken, and it is reserved for the most distinguished guests."
After he said this, Haruyo had nothing to say. He could only bite the chicken butt in his mouth a few times, and then spit out a cone-shaped bone.
Yin Xiu and the others were really not in a hurry to talk about business. After Lan Po and Ma Xiaoyu entered the kitchen, they just sat there and chatted with him.
Now at the dinner table, their topics have expanded.
From the scandal of a certain celebrity to the incestuous relationship between a jockey and the horse owner's wife, they talked about everything and made Lanpo laugh, but there was nothing serious.
Finally, after three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, when the blush on Ma Xiaoyu's face stained her ears, Yin Xiu spoke.
"We are not familiar with the world of Wujian at all. After all, it is underground. Although it is not said that strangers should not come near it, in our circle, you are indeed the only one who often goes in and out there, so we have to ask for your help."
Haruyo's throat moved a few times, and the burning sensation of soju made his mouth dry.
After taking the tea from Lan Po and taking a sip, he felt that his throat relaxed and he could make a sound.
"Brothers, uncles, sisters, grandmas, you guys all know it's underground. It doesn't matter if you want to go for a walk in Kowloon Tong or Jordan after dinner, just take a tram or walk there slowly. .
That's Wujian. During this time, I can reach somewhere by taking this road, but maybe one day the passage will collapse, or someone will dig a new tunnel and connect it with the original road, and we won't be able to recognize it. Out.
It changes every day, just like a growing tree, no one knows how deep its roots are.
I only move around the familiar one-third of an acre every time. Anywhere further away, I don’t go even a step because I’m afraid I’ll get lost and unable to get out, and then I’ll be trapped inside and my body will rot. Smelly.
Speaking of which, you don't know where the person you are looking for is. Just saying that he may be staying in Wujian is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
To be honest, this job of finding people may not be completed within a few years, and it has nothing to do with the large number of people and the small number of people. "
Haruyo's words were sincere, obviously not just to evade responsibility and not want to help.
Yin Xiu didn't answer immediately, but just picked up the wine bottle and poured him another glass of wine. The frozen soju tasted very cold and had a refreshing aroma.
"It's as if we are forcing you. I never force others, and I don't like to be forced."
Yin Xiu didn't say much, but picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and looked at Lan Po.
"You brat, I already told you that I won't interfere in the affairs of the underworld."
Lan Po sighed and said to Haruyo: "Young boy, I'm not threatening you. As soon as I saw your hall turned dark, I knew something must have happened to you in the past two days."
Haruyo nodded, "It's a difficult thing."
"Hey, as long as you're alive, what's easy?"
Lan Po gave a thumbs up and pointed at Yin Xiu and the others, "You know the abilities of these three people to some extent, right? Whether it's beating people or monsters, there's nothing they can't do.
Even if you don't want to help, you can tell them what happened to you. Maybe they can help you? "
Haruyo pondered for a while, and finally said hesitantly: "Okay, I'll just think of it as telling a story. The thing is like this, and so on..."
……
Uncle Ming was holding a cigarette in his mouth and frowning, as if he was thinking.
Lan Po also rarely showed some doubts, "Tie Xin Sect? I really haven't heard of it. Those who work in our industry must deal with monks and nuns. I have seen a lot of weird and weird things, but I have never heard of any sect. The monk turned himself into an iron man."
Ma Xiaoyu nodded, "In Malaysia, there are indeed some people who practice voodoo, and they make themselves look less like human beings, but I have never seen an iron-headed monk myself, and I have never heard of it from my aunts."
Yin Xiu was naturally silent. He had the least knowledge among the people present.
If you ask him about the gossip, the rumors in the world are fine, but as for the serious secrets of Taoism, he doesn't know.
Haruyo sighed, "Sure enough, those guys underground are difficult to deal with, right?"
When he said this, Uncle Ming laughed.
"Pick! Don't I know more about the virtues of a monk than you do?
Like Hongdingbai, if something serious happened, he would hide and say he would go into the world is at peace, they come out to bully men and dominate women, grab territory, and grab money. How is it different from those societies? Penance?Can’t we practice hard work on earth?Isn't it just that you can't defeat those on the ground, so you went underground? Those endless hermits, if they are good at fighting and have power behind them, why should they hide underground? "
When Uncle Ming said this, Haruyo was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
Yes, he moved to Wujian because he couldn't live on the ground anymore.
Whether it was the rent of the detective agency or the cost of living on Hong Kong Island, they all gave him a headache.
In this way, Wujian has become a happy and carefree place. You can live in a cave wherever you want, whether it is a warehouse or a house, it's up to you.
There is no need to pay rent or water and management fees, because those things do not exist at all.
As for food, due to the constant lack of food, sandwiches and steaks were non-existent. After being hungry for a long time, sometimes even a piece of soda biscuit tasted much better than caviar.
So to a certain extent, it also reduces a person's consumption and desires, thereby achieving the purpose of saving money.
Therefore, there are usually two types of people who are mentally normal but go to live without intermittent life.
One type is unable to survive on the ground due to various reasons, and the other type is ostracized, such as being hunted or wanted.
If they weren't crazy, how could anyone give up a good life above ground and go to a place where there is no sunlight all year round and there is the risk of falling rocks?
Thinking of this, Chun Dai is less afraid of those iron monks. Although I really can't beat you, these three in front of me are indeed not vegetarians as Lan Po said.
As for those Qi Refiners, they are so mysterious that I don’t know what they are thinking. Since I have no enmity with them, I naturally don’t need to worry about them.
Let's talk about it. Haruyo returns the gold to them. It's best if they don't have to fight. If they really want to fight, it doesn't seem to be so vain.
[Just a few bald donkeys! 】
Thinking this, Haruyo couldn't help but relax.
He took out the sixteen-sided dice he had brought back from his pocket and put it on the table for everyone to see.
Uncle Ming only took one look and understood what the pattern on it was.
"Are these hexagrams?" Ma Xiaoyu asked.
Uncle Ming nodded, "Well, although it does not represent numbers, there is a certain order and combination in it, but these are usually drawn on the signatures. It is the first time I have seen dice made into such weird shapes."
"Maybe it's a new thing. Those Qi refiners inhaled too much miasma underground and suddenly came up with a strange idea."
Yin Xiu said, picking up the dice and weighing it in his hands. This egg-sized dice was indeed made of brass inside and out, and there was no problem in terms of weight.
His hands have touched many parts, even a few nuts, and he can tell the mass and precision by just touching them.
"It's hard to say. The secret of heaven is unpredictable. Maybe those Qi refiners will use this dice to do something."
Lan Po said, coming to get the dice.
This is the first time Yin Xiu has seen her so interested in something.
Suddenly, first a little bit of gravel and dust fell from the ceiling, then the transparent wine began to slosh in several people's wine glasses, followed by chopsticks and plates shaking.
"earthquake!?"
Haruyo only thought of this at the first moment, and quickly stood up and told everyone to escape.
"This is the fifth floor. Let's walk quickly. We'll be able to go down soon. Yinxiu, you carry grandma on your back, and I'll carry this young lady on my back. Uncle, please do your best and walk by yourself."
After he finished speaking, he found that several people were just sitting.
And it only made Yin Xiu roll his eyes, "Are you crazy? When did there be an earthquake in Hong Kong Island? If there was an earthquake, wouldn't you be buried under the place where you live?"
"Yeah...what's going on?" Haruyo was confused for a moment.
"Go to the window and take a look. No one has escaped. I guess the real estate developer dug something wrong and damaged the foundation somewhere, making it a dangerous building."
When Haruyo heard this, he slowly walked to the window and looked out.
With the moonlight and distant lights, he glanced outside, and then froze on the spot.
"what happened?"
"See for yourself, I feel like I'm drunk."
"Ok?"
Yin Xiu stood up, walked to the window, and then couldn't help but widen her eyes.
I saw a big mountain, piercing the asphalt on the street, standing in the middle of the road, several stories high, looking at its posture, it seemed to reach into the sky.
(End of this chapter)