"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

At the door of the 302, the three of them began to knock on the door tentatively, looking forward to the response inside the door.

Clyde was mixed with emotions. Since he arrived at the ninth branch, he had a close relationship with Huang Banxian, but he had never seen this charlatan who had always been shameless and shameless, with such a slack and negative manifestation.

He was not sure whether Huang Banxian could still participate in commission tasks in his current state, but he could not watch and do nothing.

Even if Huang Banxian really can't go, this time he will just treat him as a heart-to-heart talk and reconciliation.

However, the knock on the door lasted for half a minute, but no one answered inside, and there was silence.

Seeing this, Wei Jiande pushed Clyde away, clenched his fists and hit him hard several times, but he was still thrown into the lake like a stone, without any movement.

He frowned and looked at Clyde, and whispered:

"Nothing will happen, right?"

At the same time, Bai Lang gestured to silence, pushed the two of them away, put their ears on the door panel, held their breath and listened quietly.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, raised his right foot and hit the door hard, shouting:

"No, there is a low roar inside!"

In any hotel, the store manager must not force the game, and the white wolf's kick will naturally be invalid.

A hint of urgency flashed across Clyde's blue eyes. He quickly pushed away the Bailang and Wei Jiande who were in the way, turned the handle directly, and forced the door to force the door.

As soon as the door opened, three men entered in a row.

No. 302, in the room closest to Gu Xingjian, it was dim at this moment. The curtains blocked all the sunlight, and an indescribable strange smell filled the air.

It seems to be the smell of something burning, but it is a bit different.

After standing in the center of the living room several times, Clyde finally determined the bedroom.

At this moment, the bedroom door was not locked, and there was still a thin gap, and there was a dazzling light flashing in high strobes.

Seeing this, Wei Jiande became alert and subconsciously put his hand in his pocket.

Bai Lang smiled and patted his arm, and said with ease:

"What are you nervous about? The store manager is still here."

Wei Jiande shook his hand and threw it away, glanced at him, and snorted coldly.

Clyde didn't have time to pay attention to these two people. Because he had the authority of the store manager, he walked into the bedroom without hesitation and pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a scene that shocked him.

Huang Banxian was sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, with a burning of incense ash in front of him, and the slowly green smoke was rising up and hovering on the ceiling for a long time.

As for Huang Banxian, his appearance is undergoing great changes. Sometimes he has gray hair and extremely old appearance, and sometimes his wrinkles disappear, just like a young man...

The dazzling light was a long ray of incense burning in the incense burner.

At this moment it had burned to the end, but the Mars at the top was extremely bright, as if a bright light was lit in the room, but it also had the characteristics of burning incense, which kept flashing with Mars.

"Why ask the yarrow tortoise? You can see if you can hide it..."

"Why ask the yarrow tortoise? You can see if you can hide it..."

"Why ask the yarrow tortoise? You can see if you can hide it..."

Huang Banxian closed his eyes tightly, his facial features were distorted, as if he was in a state of extreme pain, and he couldn't help but mutter.

Clyde looked carefully and then found that on the back of the incense burner, there was a tortoise shell engraved with secret text, facing Huang Banxian's face.

He recognized at a glance that this was Huang Banxian’s most core sinful object - Busan Turtle Shell.

He had seen this sinful object many times before, but when he looked at it again today, he was surprised to find that the cracks on the turtle shell changed from short to thick and long.

Especially the cracks in the center almost divide the entire tortoise shell into two, as if it is about to collapse at any time.

Clyde is a foreigner and doesn't know much about what Huang Banxian is talking about, but he can still see some clues from the current scene.

Huang Banxian seemed to be taking the initiative to make some changes. As for what to change, he guessed it was one of the tortoise shells or Changxiang.

“Cruff!”

At this moment, the cracks in the tortoise shell extended by an inch, and the difference between this inch seemed to be about to destroy this sin object.

But at this moment, Huang Banxian, who was enduring the pain, was in an octogenarian state, and his face turned pale and turned sharply into ashen, with red in the black.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out, and happened to hit the burning incense, extinguishing the burning spark with blood.

The broken incense then fell into the incense burner, and the smoke and clouds on the ceiling immediately disappeared without a trace.

In pain, Huang Banxian opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with blood, tears burst out from his eyes, and his whole body seemed to collapse.

In addition to grief and anger, he stretched out his hands forward and grabbed the useless incense burner, crying bitterly.

The three of them were not sure about this, but no one dared to come forward to persuade them.

After a while, Huang Banxian slowly raised her head, stared at Clyde with her turbid eyes, and said word by word:

“My life is only three days left.

I can’t help you with commission tasks.”

After hearing this, Clyde was stunned, swallowed his saliva, and slowly turned around and looked behind him. There was Room 301, the room where Gu Xingjian once lived.

He suddenly thought of something.

The tortoise shell is a sinful thing that Gu Xingjian gave to Huang Banxian.

Now that Gu Xingjian is dead, Huang Banxian said that he has three days left in his life. The meaning of this sentence is...

...

Tieguai Hutong, a convenience supermarket.

Li Guanqi and Lu Caiwei were holding a cup of herbal tea, sitting side by side on the steps at the supermarket entrance, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

The afternoon sun is not dazzling because it is covered by dark clouds.

It is not the season for drinking herbal tea in the cold temperature, but Uncle Wang from the supermarket still prepares two cups for Li Guanqi every day, which has become a tradition.

Uncle Wang is in his sixties but has no children. He has opened such a convenient supermarket to make a living, but he can chat and talk with the guests.

In this alley, his best friend should be Li Congrong.

I remember that in the past, Li Congrong always entered through the front door of the supermarket and took two cups of cool and quenched herbal tea, one cup by himself and one by his nephew.

Today in summer, Uncle Wang and Li Congrong were playing chess while shaking their fans under the big willow tree at the entrance of the supermarket.

In the blink of an eye, things change.

Now sitting at the entrance of the supermarket, the older generation has changed from a new generation to a new generation.

Perhaps in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, preparing a cup of herbal tea for Li Guanqi has become the greatest remembrance of Li Congrong, an old friend.

The world between people always does not intersect.

When Uncle Wang was watching martial arts dramas in the supermarket, what Li Guanqi and Lu Caiwei expected were some grass snake gray lines harvested on the road of life and death.

"You keep the fourth piece of puzzle pieces, but they are shared by Suchenghe and Huangfu Jiajia. I still think this autonomy is a bit small."

Lu Caiwei doesn't like drinking tea. She always pulls out the straw after taking a sip and folds it around in her hand.

Li Guanqi likes quietness and drinks tea. He often comes in small sips.

Although the herbal tea made by Uncle Wang is no different, he always feels that the last sweetness of each mouthful is a touch of sweetness of memories.

"The fourth piece of puzzle pieces has settled, but what I thought to myself is, since Gu Xingjian is dead, where did the puzzle in his hand go?"

"According to Su Chenghe's description, there were two people present at that time, including Li Yi and Ji Li.

I think it is Ji Li who has the ability to take away the puzzle pieces on Gu Xingjian's body, after all, he is closest to him."

At this time, Lu Caiwei had folded the straw into the shape of a little foal. She played with it in her hand, smiled and continued:

"And Li Yi's condition is obvious to all. He probably won't even get it, so it should be Ji Li."

Li Guanqi did not respond immediately. He just sipped herbal tea in small sips, his eyes falling on the bare willow tree, as if recalling how green and fresh it was.

Until a while later, he drank the last sip, got up and patted the dust on his body, and said lightly:

"According to Suchenghe, there were two people present...
Chapter completed!