Celestial Masters Alliance

"When a landmark building collapses and is buried, it is equivalent to the passage of an era!" I sighed pretendingly. Zhong Huafang nodded slightly in agreement, and Fan Shengnan lowered his head and fell into his own memories.

While we were talking, the food was already served. I picked up my chopsticks to eat, my mind in a state of confusion. It seems that this patchwork of stories only makes us more disoriented.

"Apart from these, are there anything strange about the people here? Or are strangers coming and going with weird looks?" Mu Mu asked.

The two girls looked at each other again and thought about it. Zhong Huafang said: "Actually, our people here are simple and simple, and it is not a tourist development zone. The results of the farmers are always sold by the people in the village, and basically no outsiders come in. Your arrival is already considered rare, and we usually live in guest houses. Those who come to eat are all acquaintances, and even if they don’t know each other, they must be relatives of an acquaintance.”

"In other words, when you go out, do you know everyone who knows each other wherever you go?" I was a little surprised. If this is the case, then could the Gu Insect Master or the people with the Insect Master be from nearby villages? people inside.

"Well! It's not just our county, most of the people in the villages below are relatives." Fanshengnan smiled and shrugged: "So during the Chinese New Year, in addition to visiting the elders' homes where it is necessary to pay New Year's greetings, we just I go from door to door on my own street to say New Year greetings."

Fan Shengnan said it unintentionally, but I couldn't help but start a cold war. In other words, we have now entered the Gu insect master's sphere of influence. Even if the two girls in front of me are amiable, once we understand why we are here, It is very likely that they will fall out with us immediately. Or maybe they knew who we were from the beginning, so they told us a confusing story?

"Do you have any missing persons here?" Mu Mu was well aware of our current situation and deliberately changed the topic and asked irrelevant questions.

This meal was a bit heartwarming. The two girls across the table didn't seem to be lying or acting out, but they gave me a strange feeling. That feeling was that they were hiding something, and they were afraid of exposing themselves to something that they were not entirely sure about. speak out and take on unnecessary responsibilities. I regret a little bit that I put my identity as a police officer on myself too early.

After the meal, we immediately went back to the guest house to pack our things and leave without staying any longer.

"Which version of the story about the tower is true?" I asked, putting my feet up in front of the windshield and glancing at the wood that the man was driving seriously.

"Compared with impeccable stories, I believe in stories full of loopholes!" Mu Mu sniffed and replied expressionlessly.

"Are you catching a cold?" I leaned over and touched Mu Mu's forehead.

Mumu was a little resistant to this kind of intimate action, so he hid for a while, but finally stayed still and let me test the warmth. "It's okay! I'm just a little stuffy!"

"I haven't had a fever yet. I can't take medicine until I get home and have a good rest." In vain, I adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner upward to 27, and then glanced at the wood, thinking that he was going to start loading wood again.

"I don't think those Taoist monks came here by accident." Mu Mu shook his body to make himself sit more comfortably.

"Do you think the Taoist Zhu Shirong who built the pagoda is the same person as the Zhu Shirong in the grandma's family tree?" I always find it incredible when I come back to this issue. After all, the Zhu Shirong in the family tree is a businessman. He doesn't do business well and dresses up as a Taoist priest to deceive others. It’s incredible that people built towers.

Mu Mu tightened his lips, and after a while he let go: "I think, not only everyone in the family tree, but grandma is not as simple as we seem on the surface."

In fact, I have a lot of guesses about Grandma, but it’s just because she is Mu Mu’s only relative that I can’t discuss them. Now Mu Mu spoke first: “Grandma doesn’t seem to know what happened to my dad in the tree hole. According to my observation, the people who protect the ore made certain oversights in the management of the tree hole, and the people who took my dad down to the tree hole were well aware of these oversights. Could there be a split within the organization?"

I feel like I have a headache when I mention these messy things. People with my intelligence can only live in their own utopia. I can’t survive for more than a month outside of the utopia. I lifted my index finger and tapped it hard between my eyebrows. Mu Mu glanced at me and pursed his lips and snickered. I ignored his teasing and said, "The earthquake when we left was very abnormal. I'm a little worried about grandma's safety."

Mu Mu's face darkened: "Grandma won't leave the old house!" He shook his head and sighed.

"Why don't we find a way to install a phone in the old house! If anything happens, we can't help immediately, but it will make it easier for her to contact other people."

Mu Mu chuckled and glanced at me sideways, with a knowing look: "Actually, I wanted to install a phone call for grandma earlier, but she always refused for various reasons. It's up to you to take the lead in this matter. Maybe it will be done!”

"Not only will I take the lead, but Bai Xue will also be invited to implement it!" A small plan has already taken shape in my mind.

Mu Mu smiled and nodded.

"That..." I really want to know Mu Mu's opinion on the mystery of his life experience.

Mumu can always guess my thoughts. Seeing that I was unable to speak, he was silent for a while and said: "You are my brother, nothing else is important.'"

I smiled knowingly, I thought so too.

I leaned sideways on the seat, with my head against the backrest, and fell asleep while looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.

After I got home, I ordered takeout and gave Mu Mu some medicine to take. After eating, he went to sleep, and then I sent a message to Xiaoba: Go home safely, don’t miss it!

Xiaoda quickly responded to the message: You killed me, my dad told me to move back home!

My mother learned from the small speaker that I was back, so she called me hastily to ask. She seemed to be in a bad mood, probably because I was quarreling with Uncle Gang again.

I didn't reply to Xiaoba's message. I felt that the matter was not over and it would not end simply. It was better not to involve Xiaoba. In the short period of half a month before and after the New Year, Xiaoba followed me and encountered a plot that can only be found in novels. I should not have dragged him into my life. If my mother had not remarried, we should not have crossed paths.

Mu Mu got up early the next morning to say goodbye. I couldn't send him to the station, so I had to explain at the door: "Go to the hospital for a careful examination. It is best to use scientific methods to remove the worms."

I nodded and replied, "Okay! Keep in touch and I'll let you know if there's any news!"

"Be careful in everything and take care of yourself!" Mu Mu bent down and touched Maomao's head, scratched Ji Xiang's neck before turning around and leaving. For some reason I feel that the wooden back looks more popular than before.

I returned to my own life circle, but there were more wooden greetings every day.

After Xiaoba was discharged from the hospital, he went back to Uncle Gang's house and called me every day to complain. It wasn't until he returned to school that I felt safe. Because of the training during this period, Xiao Si is basically familiar with the business of the store, so he has taken a lot of pressure off of me. Of course I listened to Mu Mu's advice and went to the hospital for various examinations, including the brain, but nothing unusual was found. As for the conclusion given by the hospital, I can only say that they only found diseases and did not investigate potential crises. .

Mu Mu returned to work the day after he returned. He took the initiative to tell me that Shan Yu had been transferred from his original position and went to the archives, and had basically no interaction with Mu Mu. I often looked at Shan Yu's phone number while holding my cell phone, and my heart twisted. Finally, I decided to delete this number to make my life easier.