Chapter 7: Encounter

An hour later, Meng Fan, Su Qian and Qian Sanhai were sitting together and eating noodles in the auspicious restaurant in the south of the city.

Meng Fan likes beef fried noodles, Su Qian loves sweet water, and Qian Sanhai ordered two large bowls of beef noodles, plus three fried eggs, two chicken legs and a bowl of braised pork.

When Meng Fan ate half of the beef fried noodles, Qian Sanhai had already wiped out everything and was holding the menu, hesitating to order another set meal.

Suddenly, four people broke in from outside the door. The first one was a dark yellow curly hair, a famous brand, and two super-large cigars in his mouth. He looked like an upstart. The three people behind him are in their twenties. One of them has huge nostrils, ugly looks, and the other is handsome, but they have a little treachery. The last person's head is full of vicissitudes, like a labor reformer who has just come out of prison.

"Honey, look." Su Qian gently touched Meng Fan's arm and whispered, "Are those three high school students? It's so pitiful. High school students are under too much pressure now. Teen children look almost 30 years old.

"Shh--" Meng Fan said, "Eat noodles quickly. Look at your amount of food, like a kitten. You should learn from Sanhai."

"Hey." Qian Sanhai scratched his head and shouted to the waiter, "Waiter, another chicken leg rice!"

Meng Fan was speechless.

The four people sat around the table next to Meng Fan. The yellow-haired middle-aged man picked up the menu, looked over and over for a long time, and finally said to the waiter, "Four bowls of clean noodles, no meat."

"Team Chen, you are too stingy." A young man pouted and muttered.

"Do you know?" The middle-aged man raised his hand and gave a chestnut to the young man, "Do you know that our funds are tight? We all have to tighten our belts before eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

Meng Fan was slightly stunned, turned his head, looked at the man and asked, "Norian?"

"Northeast, Jilin." The yellow-haired middle-aged man looked up and down at Meng Fan, "What's wrong?"

It's not easy to see the fellow villagers in this place. Meng Fan smiled, waved his hand at the waiter and said, "Let me buy some good dishes for this fellow villagers."

"Really?" The yellow-haired middle-aged man's eyes are shining, "Well, I want braised lion's head, oily shrimp, fried elbows, steamed salmon, ten cakes and a basin of rice."

After sending the waiter away, the middle-aged man arched his hand to Meng Fan and said, "As soon as I entered the door, I thought you were very kind. My name is Chen Bond. I don't know what you call me?"

"Meng Fan." Meng Fan smiled indifferently.

"Su Qian." Su Qian put down her chopsticks and squeezed her lips, looking a little embarrassed.

"Qian Sanhai!" Qian Sanhai's mouth is full of oil and half a chicken bone in his mouth.

"This is the second, third and fourth." The middle-aged man pointed to the three young people around him and introduced them.

"Liu Jian."

"Chendong."

"Wang Guangbing."

The three looked helpless. After introducing themselves, they pointed to the middle-aged and said with one voice, "He is not called Chen Bond, his name is Chen Chong."

"It turned out to be Brother Chen." Meng Fan nodded and continued to eat noodles after a few words of greeting.

After a few minutes, Chen Chong ordered all the dishes, and the four of them ate in the dark as if they had not eaten for a few days.

In five or six minutes, all the bowls, plates and plates were empty.

Chen Chong hiccuped contentedly, stood up lazily and said to Meng Fan, "Thank you very much. See you later."

Meng Fan nodded with a smile.

Four people staggered out of the door, and it could be seen that several people were full.

"The world is so miserable." Su Qian said sympathetically, "A father with three children who are old must live a hard life."

"Cough." Meng Fan was drinking soup. After listening to Su Qian's words, he almost choked.

"Waiter, two more marinated chicken legs." Qian Sanhai shouted without losing the opportunity.

Meng Fan was completely speechless.

At this time, there is a roadside more than 20 meters away from the auspicious restaurant.

"Team Chen." Li Jian, the second brother, looked around for a week and saw no one. He lowered his voice and said, "That man is not simple. I can smell her."

"Hm?" Chen Chong frowned, "Damn it! Why didn't you say it earlier?"

What did you say? What's there to say?" Li Jian sighed and sighed, "I'm talking about that beautiful woman. She smells so good."

"Damn." Chen Chong gave Li Jian a chestnut and scolded, "Thanks to you, you have a dog's nose. Damn, it's not as good as my former police dog. However, hey, she is really a beautiful woman."

"So, Team Chen, what are we doing now? Do you want to start the investigation now?" Chen Dong asked.

"Nonsense." Chen Chong stared at the boy and said, "Don't you know me? Of course - no. Why did I only order water noodles just now? Why? Which one of you told me why? Isn't it to save money and take a sauna at night?

"Okay." The three burst into cheers...

Tonight, another sleepless night, Chen Chong took his three younger brothers to a happily sauna, but Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai wandered on the roadside, looking for all the evils in the city.

A week ago, the late night in Guangzhou was very quiet. The secluded alleys and parks were almost empty. Every ordinary citizen was worried about meeting robbers and gangsters in such a late night.

But now, even at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, there are still many young men and women in the open park. They sit safely under secluded trees or in spacious chairs, blushing and chatting with each other.

Because there are no more hooligans or gangsters in the park.

Just a week ago, the mysterious killer slaughtered all over Guangzhou, like a ghost and mysterious knight, slaughtering all the sins here.

Tonight, the killer is still in the dark, quietly looking at every corner of this bustling city through the camera.

"Captain, I haven't met any prey today. It's almost done. Let's go back." In the park, Meng Fan sat quietly on the chair, but Qian Sanhai yawned and couldn't lift his spirits.

Meng Fan nodded.

Qian Sanhai is a typical interestist. If he receives a killing task that he is interested in, even if he doesn't sleep for three days, he will become happy. If he is idle and bored, even if he just wakes up, he will be tired and listless.

By absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, Meng Fan's spiritual strength has been greatly improved. At this time, he has been able to cover the whole city.

"Hm?" Suddenly, Meng Fan frowned slightly and said to himself, "Is it really not afraid of death?"

"What's wrong? Captain, do you have a goal?" Qian Sanhai immediately became very excited.

"Yes." Meng Fan sighed and said, "At nine o'clock, in the alley 1,300 meters away, there is a man grabbing a bag with a knife."

"Damn, it's finally opened, haha." Qian Sanhai laughed loudly, his body shook and disappeared.

Meng Fan had no choice but to fall into meditation.

In the seven-day massacre, no more than 1,000 villains died in their own hands, and I also warned these villains through the Internet. Under such circumstances, why do some people have to take risks?

Can they not even kill for the sake of material and money?

Or, is it a fluke mentality?

In order to survive?

This is a big joke!

Men have the strength, why can't they learn a craft and become a villain who threatens the lives of ordinary people?

To put it bluntly, it can't resist the expanding material desire!

Always be dissatisfied with the status quo and always look up to money, which is the heart of the villain.

After more than ten seconds, a dark shadow flashed and stopped in front of Meng Fan. It was Qian Sanhai.

"Kill, captain, I killed that boy." His previous fatigue was swept away and he looked very excited.

"Okay, let's go back to the hotel to rest." Meng Fan looked down at his mobile phone. It was almost 12 o'clock.

"Ye�. Great, captain, I finally didn't have time today.

"If it's empty, it will be fine." Meng Fan looked up at the sky as if thinking.

On the head, there are thousands of miles without clouds, the stars are all over the sky, and a bright moon is like a hook, quietly hanging above.

Around, the evening wind is cold, and the breeze sweeps the branches, driving the leaves to make a slight sound.

The night is beautiful and quiet.

But how long can human beings enjoy such beauty?

Or, in the face of such beauty, human beings with expanding desires can no longer understand it at all.