At the entrance of the old hotel, Zhang Qilu had been sitting in a wheelchair and staring blankly ahead for a long time. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. This is not a particularly rare thing, but it still feels very strange when you see it so close.
At night and dusk, there was only one street across the street. The ground here was still dry, but the temple opposite was covered in rain and fog.
Such a magical scene made Zhang Qilu a little dazed. Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies appeared in his mind. This is a philosophical argument put forward by Zhuang Zi. There are countless selves on the other side of the door. Is he going to the other side of the door, or is it the people on the other side of the door? Come into this world. I wonder if Zhou Zhimeng is a butterfly? Butterfly dream for Zhou Yu? Zhou and Butterfly must be different. This is called materialization.
At this point, Zhang Qilu did not dare to think about it further. He began to be afraid. He vaguely felt that he could not touch this layer of reality now, so he quickly put away his thoughts.
Zhang Qilu actually wanted to go to the temple to see the Sansheng Stone. He had a vague feeling that there seemed to be something there, but he gave up the idea in the end.
He exhaled slowly and collected himself.
Jing Rifei left, but he left a car and a driver behind. He said it was convenient for travel and contact, but Zhang Qilu knew very well that Jing Rifei was more appropriate than leaving a driver behind. It's more like leaving someone to monitor yourself and smile. But Zhang Qilu didn't mind too much. He had no enmity with Wudang, and they even sent so many treasures. At least there was no conflict of interest between them for the time being.
The driver was a girl, in her twenties, with short hair, a round face with a bit of baby fat, and very cute. Standing next to Li Xiaoxiao, she looked a bit like sisters.
The few people were just like this, looking at each other, and suddenly the rain curtain a few meters away began to come towards them.
Zhang Qilu said, "Hey, can you drive?"
The girl replied, "My name is not Hello, my name is Liu Silong. Get in the car, where are you going?"
"Let's go to Qinchuan."
...
At the night market in Taoshi, a few people with relaxed expressions were walking around the dazzling streets. Qin Dao was holding a cup of frog egg milk tea in one hand and a piece of pig blood cake in the other, eating while walking.
They looked relaxed, but when Lu Huanxi knew the goal this time, he could no longer relax. At this moment, his face looked like a person who had been constipated for a week, and his brows were wrinkled into several big knots.
"Boss, are you serious about playing this time? It's really dangerous there."
"There is no place that is not dangerous. From the time we arrived in Dongning, there was no place that could be considered safe."
"Boss, no kidding, that's a military base there."
"What military base? It's a training base for special service teams."
"Special Service? Isn't that the Special Forces? Isn't it more dangerous?"
"I'm glad you still remember the information I showed you before coming here. When Ji came to Dongning Island, he came with a group of people from all walks of life. Later, he organized some of these people into a special service team to perform some special tasks. He said It’s because the special forces are not precise enough. It should actually be regarded as a place to train agents.”
Lu Huanxi became even more frightened when he heard this. He stared blankly at the few people who were already walking forward.
Qin Dao stood in front of a roasted sweet potato stall and couldn't move. The sweet potatoes are slowly roasted on a charcoal stove and cut in the middle when they are almost cooked. Then five different cheeses are spread layer by layer, and the aroma is overflowing. Even people like Lu, who don't care much about food, ate several.
The military training base is at the end of this night market, built against the mountains and the sea. Dongning officials did not make too much of a cover-up. Maybe a military base is not much different from a piece of farmland growing pineapples in the eyes of Dongning people.
At midnight, a black figure crossed the wall and ran quickly on the lawn. The figure gradually faded away.
Huo Liang and Huo Chen were responsible for responding to the lookout on the outside. At this time, only Qin Dao and Lu Huanxi were left, squatting in a corner covered with grass.
Watching the figure in black go away, Lu Huanxi sighed and asked Qin Dao beside him, "Boss, is it okay for Brother Afu to go in like this?"
"It's okay. We've been here once. This time we just walked around and left a letter for their commander. What danger could there be?" Qin Dao said while still eating a box of grilled oysters.
Lu Huanxi was speechless. He wondered how big a heart his boss had, and what a child wanted to do by eating so many oysters.
"Don't worry, no matter how powerful people are, they will be like this when they get to Dongning. Compared with the Chinese soldiers, they lack too many things. Without faith, this is just a job for them. It is nothing like truck drivers. There’s no difference, so you don’t have to worry.”
"Boss, you are so powerful, why do you still want to keep me?"
Qin Dao curled up the corner of his mouth and said casually, "I don't know, maybe it's due to a predisposition, maybe you're lucky, who knows, the important thing is that you are by my side now."
Lu Huanxi thought over and over what the boss said, and felt that it made sense. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked again
"By the way, boss, there's something else I've been wanting to ask. Brother Afu and Sister Alu, do they have another Ashou?"
"Yes, he is currently studying in the United States, and he is helping me do some things there."
The two of them chatted without a word. A quarter of an hour later, a figure flashed on the wall, and Ah Fu jumped off the wall.
...
In the study room of a villa in the middle of the mountain in Dongning North City, a letter was placed on the desk in the middle of the night. Behind the desk, an old man sat in a wheelchair and silently read the letter in front of him.
"Father, are they crazy? They are making trouble like this everywhere. Something will happen. Just call them and ask them to send someone to kill them." A middle-aged man said to the old man angrily.
The old man said expressionlessly, "Is this possible? He is the grandson of the Huo family and the third young master of the Qin family. He came here to find his mother. What's wrong?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man said with some confusion, "What should I do?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man stood up and walked around the study room. "How about this? Let the woman named Huo go."
"Let go, huh, then how are you going to explain to those people?"
"This won't work, that won't work either. Father, what should you do?"
"Okay, don't worry about it. Let Huatang go to Building 99. He knows how to handle it."
Then the phone on the table rang. The old man picked up the phone.
"Okay, let them have a try with that kid and use all their skills."
I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone. The old man suddenly got angry and said, “Listen carefully, don’t kill anyone.” After saying that, he hung up the phone angrily.
