Pushing open the two closed doors, the two bodies and Wu Jing inside were gone, leaving only a mess.

"Wind chime, are you hungry?"

Opening the Blue Bird's control core and looking at the red dots moving on the light screen, Zhu Jue was not in a hurry, and squatted down and touched the wind chime's forehead.

It had not kept up with its own pace before. When Zhu Jue came back, it saw it panting and following the breath it left behind. This made Zhu Jue feel so distressed.

As for the disappearing person, there is naturally a way to recover it.

Before leaving just now, he consciously activated the blue bird and activated the tracking mode. The target of the tracking was naturally Wu Jing. As expected, after he was induced to leave, other people entered the house to take all three of them away, and the blue bird followed, and its location would be updated in real time on the map within the control core.

Oh ~

The wind chime rubbed into Zhu Jue's arms, humming softly and shrank into a ball, refusing to move anymore. After all, it was just a few months old lynx.

Who isn't a baby?

"Okay, find a place to have lunch first."

When he entered the house, he picked up the weapon box and backpack. Zhu Jue was quite surprised that the other party didn't take these two things away. Originally, he thought that he might have to wait to come to the door later before asking for them.

There are very few restaurants in the religious city of Rongxiacheng. Occasionally, there are two restaurants with old stores. Zhujue initially thought they were some century-old restaurants and alleys. But when he went in, he found that they were all affordable dishes. The dishes inside were all prepared in advance, and most of them were vegetarian dishes. Not to mention how the taste was, at least it would be unspeakable.

In the end, I had to leave the religious area and turn to the tourist area next to me.

As a place for tourists to engage in activities, the environment in Rongxiacheng tourist area can only be said to be one in the sky and one in the underground compared to the religious area.

Although there are also old alleys seen in the religious district, most of them are concentrated on the first floor, and the exterior has been decorated with some festive big red shelves or a layer of wall paint to cover it. The crowds are densely populated, but they are all locals in Rong Xiacheng wearing jackets and cotton coats. Most tourists just pass by and will go up to the overpass within a few steps.

The overpass here is not the aisle-like land bridge in Zhu Jue's previous life, but a truly overhead square connecting all directions. It is usually above the three floors, suppressing the dirty and poor at the bottom. All tourists can see are all kinds of street performances, and there are shops that are more glamorous than each other, which is their playground.

As for the environment below, who cares?

Zhu Jue walked downstairs for a while. He saw that there were many signs of doll shops on both sides of the street, including purely handmade wooden dolls, mechanically made toy dolls that can sing and dance, and even some simulated dolls. Outside, there were signs such as "Submission to this life", "Blessings in the next life" and so on.

Because this last type of doll is very similar to a human being, Zhu Jue felt a little panicked when he passed by, thinking in his heart who would come over to buy this kind of doll.

"You don't understand this. These dolls were bought for the Spring Festival. At that time, there will be a water and land temple. There is a custom in Rongxia City, which is to find a doll to pray on the day of the Spring Festival, write down the sins, resentment, resentment or some strange wishes of this life on paper, and then burn the dolls... Alas~ that's not called curse, they are called obsessions. Burning these obsessions means 'let go' and there will be blessings in the next life."

There was a tour guide next to him who was giving the people next to him, so Zhu Jue listened to it with the flow.

"These dolls are so similar, they should be very expensive, right?"

Someone asked.

"It depends on which one you buy. For example, 500 federal coins are good enough. If it is exquisite, you must go to a special store to buy it. I heard that some superstitious rich people buy bionics directly."

"No... The Intelligent Machinery Law stipulates that bionics cannot be damaged at will. He will burn them if he buys them. If they are recorded by bionics, they will report to the Blue Wing Machinery Group. Although they will not go to jail, there will be fines and credit stains. They will be prohibited from purchasing bionics in the future."

There are still people who understand the tourists.

"Who do you think the intelligent machine method was formulated? Not rich people, those guys don't care about the intelligent machine method."

The tour guide seems to have a lot of prejudice against the rich, and he has never stopped sarcasm for the rich in words.

Zhu Jue followed this group of people to the overpass and passed through the vermilion pavilion corridor. This was not a "skinny" projected virtually, but a building that was truly built by skilled craftsmen.

Occasionally, I took a look at the position of the blue bird now, and Zhu Jue unexpectedly discovered that the red dots on it were not as far away as I imagined.

"Xiangfeng Restaurant? Interesting, it's actually in such a place..."

Zhu Jue looked at the plaque of the restaurant in front of him. He had eaten it once in Yecheng before. At that time, Qin Chengren also said that the Xiangfeng Restaurant in Rongxiacheng was the most authentic.

He turned his head and looked at the blue bird that was parked on the corridor outside the store. He pressed down the control core. The blue bird surrounded by several children was flapping its wings and landing on Zhu Jue's shoulders.

That's right, Wu Jing is in this store.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon. No matter where you are, it's a time to go up and down. Lunch is too late and dinner is too early, so there are not many customers in the store. In the huge hall, there are only five or six people sitting on tables, and all the food is light snacks or pastries.

I found a place by the window to sit down. The sunshine in the deep winter is a rare thing. At this time, although the golden light was gone before, the orange-red sunshine set against the brown table board, which has a gentle feeling.

"What do you want to order?"

He stood by the table with an ancient accent and dressed like a waiter, and while talking, he made a cup of tea for Zhu Jue.

"You guys have the same signature dish for star-catching."

Zhu Jue looked at this bionic man and thought that there was nothing to say about the technology in Blue Wing Machinery Group. If there were no rings on the left and right temples, ordinary people could not distinguish these guys at all, right?

"Okay, you wait."

The bionic clerk took the menu and took it down. Zhu Jue began to look at the carved wooden window next to him, and began to think about how he would find Wu Jing who was hidden in this store later.

Little did he know that he was sitting at the table and looking at the scenery outside, but someone was watching him from other places.

However, the difference between this situation and that poem is that the former is a lyric poem, but when it comes to Zhujue, it becomes a suspense story...

Somewhere in Xiangfeng’s store, several people gathered in front of the monitor screen.

"Are you sure it's him?"

The elderly man in a long gray gown stroked his beard and asked the person next to him with a pipe in his hand.

"I can't remember it wrong. I and Xiao Cui have seen him. He is the Holy Spirit Church believer whom this man killed. Fortunately, one of them was saved by me, otherwise the clues would be completely broken."

Nie Qingzhu pointed to Zhu Jue, who was pulling out a rice paper ball from his pocket on the screen and said in a deep voice.

"He found our stronghold, would he find a way to get him..."

The girl opened the drawer, took out a mechanical arm guard from it, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to put it on.

"No hurry. You said just now that he killed the people of the Holy Spirit Cult, which is enough to prove that he has not colluded with this cult. Like us, they all want to destroy the people of this cult. He had pursued Qingzhu before, and he might have regarded him as an accomplice of those of the Holy Spirit Cult. He had misunderstandings before and could explain it. If you go out to do something now, you will really make enemies. What's more, there are customers in the store now, and you want to attract the police?"

Taking a sip of the pipe, the old man continued,

"There are still a few tables of customers in the store... Liu Cheng, you can go to the door to hang a sign that is closed later. Don't let new customers come in. We will meet him when these tables of customers leave."

The people inside were discussing, but Zhu Jue outside temporarily put his thoughts on the dazzling dishes in front of him.

After all, it is an old restaurant in Rongxiacheng. The dishes here are more authentic than Yecheng. Of course, there may be some psychological effects of Zhujue, but this dish is indeed delicious.

The paper balls found from Wu Rui's home are kept at hand. The paper is a bit like rice paper for painting. It is normal to think about it. Wu Rui himself is a person who paints oil paintings in the statue museum. If he doesn't have some basic painting, he can't do this.

This piece of paper is also a painting, but the content is very strange. It looks very abstract on the surface. The large piece of black is vaguely visible. There is a human figure on it, with a winged wing on it and a thorny body.

"Bill, please!"

The voice of the guest next to him pulled Zhu Jue's attention back from the oil-burning prawns that had just been served on the table. He turned his head and looked at it. The whole restaurant was empty. Before he knew it, except Zhu Jue, this was the last guest...

After looking at the time, it was almost four o'clock. His eyes turned to the door and saw someone seeing off the guests at the door. When a few guests went out, they closed the door. The sunlight fell from the carved doors and windows. The man's face was hidden behind the door panel with uncertain light and darkness.

His eyes turned again. An old man walked out slowly with a purple clay pot at the door of the kitchen on the right, and two young people who looked familiar behind him were following him.

One man and one woman.

"It seems that it will save a lot of trouble."

He leaned against his side and then carried the wind chime in his arms to his side. Zhu Jue had been thinking about how to investigate Wu Jing's whereabouts, but now it seems that they can't bear it.

"Sir, I wonder if the dishes in the store are in line with your appetite?"

The old man came forward and slowly poured a cup of tea for Zhu Jue first, and a fragrance spread out with the rippling of the tea.

"I'm very satisfied. If it weren't for a Hongmen banquet, I think I would be more satisfied... You are not 15 years old at all, are you?"
Chapter completed!