The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

The car didn't stop for a moment, and within half an hour we arrived in front of a lake.

Lin Qishu quickly stepped on the brake and applied the handbrake. After turning off the bus, she pressed the door button with her finger.

"arrive?"

When Li Meng saw the car stopped, she slowly loosened her grip on the armrests, turned her head, glanced at the scene outside, and asked in a respectful tone.

"Ah."

Lin Qishu put her hands behind her back. When she passed by the car door, her pink-white lips opened slightly and she spoke a word from inside.

After getting out of the car, Lin Qishu's cold and beautiful eyes turned and took a look at the surrounding environment.

The environment here, if you have to use style to describe it, this is a dark style scene.

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black gauze, giving the falling sunlight a gray aura.

The whole environment was depressing and uncomfortable. After staying there for a long time, I felt depressed.

Not far away, in front of the bridge, stood an old man. He looked very old. There were wrinkles on his arms, and there were dots of age spots hidden in the wrinkled skin.

The old man was wearing clothes that didn't fit well, his body was slightly stooped, and the clothes at the cuffs were rolled up to his arms.

In front of the old man, there was a black cauldron. There was no open flame underneath, but steam was rising from the top.

I was holding a long spoon in my hand, stirring constantly, with a mechanical and numb expression on my face.

"Sir, is that Po Meng?"

Li Meng narrowed her eyes slightly, looked carefully, and realized that this old man was most likely Po Meng.

"Go and have a look."

Lin Qishu glanced at the old man with her cold eyes.

Why is this Mrs. Meng aging so fast?Lin Qijiao looked at the old man's rickety body, her beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a slight doubt in her heart.

"My lord, please have a bowl of Meng Po soup. You can forget whatever you can't forget. The next life will be glorious and rich, and the past will be like smoke."

When he heard someone approaching, the old man didn't even raise his head. His thin and wrinkled hands were still stirring slowly, and the thick juice like ink was in front of him.

The old man's voice was just right, neither high nor low. When he said this, he was like a programmed robot.

"Have a bowl."

Lin Qisu's cold eyes glanced at the black juice in the black pot, and she couldn't help but feel curious. This was Meng Po soup.

How could she be so unbelievable.

It would be a miracle if Meng Po Soup has always been like this for so many years and no one has vandalized the stall to cause trouble.

The old man still didn't raise his head. She stretched out her arm, took out a bowl from the side, and stirred twice in the black pot.

After the juice was mixed evenly, the old man poured the juice from the black pot into the bowl and handed it to Lin Qishu in one neat move.

Lin Qisheng took the bowl and found that the temperature on her fingers was a bit cold, and she couldn't help but feel it again.

After Lin Qishu realized that her feelings were correct, she looked at the rising heat in the bowl with cold eyes.

There is heat floating on it, but it is cold in the hand.

Lin Qisu's beautiful and cold eyes narrowed slightly, she looked away from the bowl and looked carefully at the old man in front of her.

Seeing her lowering her head and remaining silent, she didn't realize that she was looking at her, stirring the thick black stuff in the pot.

The look in Lin Qisu's eyes gradually turned cold.