Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 263
The best way to relieve fatigue is to take a bath. After a busy night, Ah Hao finally left the press conference.

In fact, he has no information to disclose, and his personality is not outgoing or talkative. Thanks to the help provided by Taipei, in most cases, he only needs to keep a straight face and put on an "I am serious" attitude. Just posture.

"Go upstairs, Officer Huang from the foreign affairs team is in the bathroom on the first floor."

Chen Jiaju took a sip of tea and reminded.

"Why is he here?"

"What the boss said, let Officer Huang live and eat with us."

Speaking of this, Chen Jiaju smiled helplessly and said: "It would be great if there was a beautiful policewoman to work with, but it's a pity that she is a middle-aged uncle."

First floor, bathroom.

Huang Huotu soaked in the hot water and felt that his whole body became lighter, but he was not comfortable enough to fall asleep. After all, he had something on his mind.

stay together?As a guide?
All of this is actually fine. The children don't talk, the wife is getting divorced, and the external pressure is so great. It's really boring to go home.

At this moment, he was thinking about what Chief Inspector Meng said in the afternoon, feeling confused and expecting.

Of course, the most puzzling part is what the other party said when he finally left the archives:
Sit back and wait for the rabbit.

The prey is naturally the pervert who wants to kill people to become an immortal, but what is the [strain]?
Frankly speaking, after spending a long time together, Huang Tuhuo's deepest impression of Meng Fan was: Shen Shen Na Nao.

Outside the bathroom, at the landing.

Ahao bumped into Meng Fan and greeted him proactively:
"Boss, where are you going to eat later?"

"Go to the night market, remember to wear casual clothes, and experience the customs and customs of different places."

"it is good."

After discussing the case with Chen Jiaju, Ah Hao had doubts, but still nodded, because he felt that if he followed the boss's rhythm, there would never be any problems.

[We all ride in Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce. You ride in Mazda. No wonder you are stuck in traffic.If you ride a Mazda, you are not qualified to attend our meeting! 】

[After I finish speaking, who agrees?Who objects? 】

Yellow fire soil...Tony Leung...

The moment he saw this face, Meng Fan had already made up his mind that if he really couldn't find a breakthrough, he would take it easy and wait for the work, guarding this middle-aged man with the face of a movie king, not afraid of not being rewarded.

Besides, his name is very worthy of scrutiny.

At least this is indeed the case for Meng Fan, who is proficient in the Bagua and Five Elements.

After all, the last step in the method of becoming an immortal from the five hells is to find the person who corresponds to your destiny and let him take action to kill the living coffin of the body.

Name: Fire Earth.

Another actor's face.

This was Meng Fan's confidence. He was confident that as long as he had a firm hold on him, the people behind the scenes would have to fall into passivity and have no choice but to come out of the darkness.

Finally, the Black Hand will kill two more people, which will most likely reveal more key information.

There is no way, Meng Fan is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. He just arrived, took a look at the relevant files, and directly targeted the murderer without even being able to touch the body... This is the only way.

It is said that the next person to be killed should commit:
The crime of unfilial piety.

Corresponding to the first three deceased people, the target person must have made news, and this is definitely not as simple as contradicting his parents.

From a practical point of view, Meng Fan felt that this guy might be gambling with his parents' coffin boards, and on this basis, he would intensify his actions, including but not limited to beating the people who gave birth to him.

Is the scum worth saving at all costs?

Perhaps a fair and selfless police officer would choose to treat him equally and hand him over to the law for punishment, but Meng Fan undoubtedly cannot do this. He has a benchmark in his heart——

Leaving aside other things for the time being, there are situations where the law cannot be sanctioned, and the wicked can still get away with it.

So, it’s good to have a clear conscience. "Sir Meng."

Huang Huotu came out of the bathroom, also changed into casual clothes, put aside all distracting thoughts, and said with a smile:

"Where do you want to eat?"

"The guest does as he pleases, Lao Huang, just make the arrangements."

"Then... let's go to the night market."

After being together for so long, the relationship between the few of them is not that strong anymore. In addition, Meng Fan can speak Mandarin fluently, which really adds to the points——

Hong Kong Island has been implementing Westernized education for a long time. Nearly 80.00% of students speak Hong Kong-style English. Even if there are schools that teach Chinese, it is Cantonese.

The reality is so helpless.

Because of this, Menghu Huanghuotu immediately became enthusiastic after Meng Fan suggested that everyone could communicate in Mandarin.

Of course, limited by their own circumstances and personalities, they did have an attitude, but in practice it was almost meaningless, thanks to the three of them being able to see each other's thoughts.

"No problem, wait for Ah Hao, and drive to the nearest night market later."

"Jiaju, you drive."

With that said, a key was thrown into Chen Jiaju's hand.

Both of my cars are on Hong Kong Island, so there is no need to check them over because Taipei will definitely provide scooters:
A Toyota with a price of around NT$15.

Performance is adequate and unobtrusive.

It is worth mentioning that the Liang family... well, Huang Huotu did not drive a Mercedes-Benz, let alone a Rolls-Royce. The car was an old-fashioned Mazda, and the police lights were hung at critical moments, so there would be no traffic jams.

In addition, he was successfully integrated into the group and qualified to participate in the follow-up investigation.

Raohe Night Market.

Taipei's earliest tourist night market, the street is filled with various stalls, it may seem crowded but it has the feel of a night market, and the food is also loved by gourmets.

You can try it when you take your wife on your honeymoon. She is also a foodie.

As Meng Fan thought, he picked up the crispy kiln-baked pepper cakes.

Palm size, moderate thickness.

Bite down to the filling, the soup and pepper aroma burst in your mouth at the same time!

Fragrant!
Aside, Ah Hao, a middle-aged uncle, actually likes to eat sweets.

Mochi baby.

I bought it at a low-key stall near Tutu Gong Temple. The filling is very simple, just sugar, peanut powder, and black sesame seeds. But after a mouthful of hot food, most of the fatigue from the journey will disappear immediately.

"There is a small second-floor restaurant there. Let's go upstairs and have some staple food. Anyway, there is a night market downstairs. The store is very good, and take-out is not allowed."

Huang Huotu was half a step ahead. He showed the attitude that a host should have and praised enthusiastically: "The braised pork ribs, the braised mutton with medicinal herbs, and the braised pork rice are all the best."

"The soup is stewed with traditional Chinese medicine. It is sweet and rich. The ribs and mutton must be paired with bean paste. The braised pork rice is filled with dried meat. My children..."

He stopped halfway through the conversation.

A look of loneliness flashed across his face.

However, he adjusted immediately, and it has been a few years since that incident, no matter how uncomfortable it is, it has not yet reached the level of being unable to socialize.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Meng Fan saw that his family was not harmonious, but he didn't hesitate to ask Lao Huang. After all, we will work together later, and the relationship will become more and more familiar.

Hearing "child" and the flash of the other person's ugly expression, Ah Hao, who was eating mochi, felt a little lonely, feeling that he and Lao Huang might be brothers in distress.

(End of this chapter)