The food street brings together delicacies from many cities all over the world. No matter whether they are authentic or not, at least they look successful from the outside.
Yan Jue and his three cubs stopped in front of each shop for a while. Only when they had argued about something specific would he go in and buy a portion. After all, the two cubs couldn't eat too much, and Yan Jue had to help eat the rest. Buying too much would be a waste.
After buying the food, he gave some to Zhuo Feng, who then wrapped it with spiritual energy and made it invisible. He then floated in front of the three of them and let them eat it.
Ah Qing couldn't eat anything, so Yan Jue was prepared. He stuffed a piece of Yuhua stone into his mouth and let him smell the fragrance while eating his own snacks to satisfy his craving.
"Would you like to try it? You'll know if it tastes good after you've eaten it once."
Standing in front of a Chongqing specialty food store, Yan Jue announced the store's main dishes and waited for the three to finish discussing the question of "Is blood delicious?" Finally, he proposed a solution for them to try it out for themselves.
However, the three of them shook their heads at the same time.
There's delicious meat here, why would we eat blood? Both Noel and Zhuofeng sighed in frustration.
Although they didn't want to try it, they were observing the people at the door of the store. Seeing them happily eating small portions of Maoxuewang in boxes, they couldn't help but feel curious.
Among the crowd, the one whose eating manners and expression most caught the eye was a handsome, brown-haired young man. He used two small skewers to pick up the blood piled high in the bowl, one by one. As he did so, his face wore an expression of impatience and eagerness. The moment he put the food into his mouth, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, as if he were holding not just a few-dollar bowl of Maoxuewang, but some kind of rare delicacy.
Is it really that delicious?
Noel and Zhuofeng looked at each other, but didn't dare to try it in the end, and urged Yan Jue to leave quickly.
After passing the terrible Maoxuewang and tasting the delicious fried skewers, they once again saw a restaurant that cooked dishes with "blood" - duck blood vermicelli soup.
"Teacher, is this the case in your country, or is this the case with culinary culture all over the world?" Zhuo Feng couldn't help but wonder, "Who invented the idea of using coagulated blood to cook?"
Yan Jue didn't know either, so he had to explain: "Every country here has a different food culture. Maybe it's because our country has a long history, so there are more strange ingredients and cooking methods?"
"Okay, that's not the point. The duck blood vermicelli soup is delicious. Would you like to try it? You can also eat something else instead of the blood."
"Boss, I want a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, plus five extra servings of blood!"
This certainly wasn't what the three cubs wanted. Yan Jue and the others simultaneously looked at the man who ordered the dishes so boldly, and when they turned around, they realized he was an old acquaintance.
The brown-haired man who looked very satisfied while eating Maoxuewang.
The man didn't care about other people's gazes at all. He just stared at the big basin of duck blood in the boss's stall in front of him, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva without concealing it. His eyes seemed to be nailed in that direction, occupying the front position tightly and refusing to leave.
The shops on the food court were small, and the other diners, to make it easier for those who came later, would wait to the side after ordering. Only the man refused to leave, and he didn't respond to the accusatory glances or words of advice from those behind him to move aside.
As soon as the man got the duck blood vermicelli soup and the takeaway box containing five extra servings of duck blood, he quickly opened the box of duck blood and ate it with the same expression as when he ate Maoxuewang before. He sighed with satisfaction after finishing the meal.
Perhaps it was because he finally got to eat his favorite food that eased his emotions, and the man slowly moved away.
"Is it really that delicious?" Noel asked, expressing his inner thoughts. "Is that man some kind of 'blood lover'? Teacher, the people in your world are so strange."
Yan Jue: “…”
He understood the excitement of eating a favorite food, but no one's reaction was as strange as that man's, right? How many days had it been since he had eaten his favorite food? This was even more exaggerated than an act.
After much thought, Yan Jue decided to label the man as "weird" as Noel said.
Despite the man's gusto, Nuoer and Zhuofeng refused to try, so Yan Jue had no choice but to move them. However, when they returned from their round trip, they unexpectedly saw the man again at the entrance of the Maoxuewang shop. And he was still eating.
Ah Qing was surprised: "Wow, he eats much more than the teacher."
Noel then said, "Will he not be able to hold on?"
How could it be?
An Jin was almost choking to death.
But he couldn't stop. No, his heart desperately wanted to stop, but his body and stomach were craving for "blood," and his mind had no choice but to control his body to continue eating.
He ate while silently crying in his heart. He was really full. He really wasn't interested in food like blood, but he couldn't stop.
After finishing this, he absolutely, absolutely must see a psychiatrist. He seriously suspected he had suddenly developed bulimia. He'd only had two teeth pulled last week and hadn't eaten properly in three days. Didn't he have to act like he hadn't eaten in two hundred years the moment he was freed? If he'd known this was the outcome of tooth extraction, he wouldn't have cared if he'd developed buck teeth.
"Hello."
A gentle male voice came from behind. An Jin, who was lost in her own thoughts, was startled and turned to look at the person who came.
A good-looking man was looking at him with a smile.
After pointing at himself to make sure the person was calling him, An Jin, whose mind was filled with the desire for blood, showed a little caution: "What's wrong? I don't have an old phone for WeChat or QQ. I have a girlfriend and I don't want to have sex. I don't have any cash, I don't want a loan, and I don't want to stay in a hotel."
It can be said that the defense is pulled to the maximum.
Yan Jue's polite smile froze, and he said helplessly: "I just want to talk to you about something serious."
Tong Feiyuan stepped forward, took out his ID with the national emblem, and flashed it at An Jin, saying coldly, "Hello, we need your cooperation. Please come with us."
An Jin almost dropped the bowl in her hand: "I, I didn't break any law."
It’s not illegal to eat too much.
"I didn't say you broke the law. I just want to ask you something." Yan Jue emphasized: "I won't do anything to you. Please cooperate."
An Jin followed the two men into the car, holding the bowl in her arms, half believing and half doubting.
Yan Jue was not with him. He took the car alone and called Pan Wencheng to report the situation.
"Director Pan, I've encountered a strange individual and am currently bringing him back to the Special Management Bureau. If you have time, perhaps you could come back and interrogate him? Or perhaps find someone with more experience."
As he spoke, he reached out and tried to touch the three cubs floating around him, but the three cubs floated around mischievously to avoid his hand, turning his actions into a small game.
Pan Wencheng on the other end of the phone was shocked: "Strange people? Could it be that someone is using supernatural powers to do something bad?"
"I didn't do anything bad."
Yan Jue quickly recounted the three times he had encountered the man, explaining, "At first, we didn't suspect him at all. We just thought his eating habits were excessive. It wasn't until the third time we saw him that we realized something was amiss. Zhuo Feng used his spiritual energy to examine him and discovered a faint, strange energy lingering within him."
This was a harmless, yet not-so-harmless world. Zhuo Feng had taken on the responsibility of protecting Yan Jue and the others, but the purpose of this evening's trip was to relax and have fun. So, at Yan Jue's request, he wouldn't use his spiritual energy to thoroughly investigate everyone around him. He only needed to provide timely protection.
The third time he encountered a man with suspicion, Yan Jue first tried it with his own spiritual energy. After finding that he was too weak to sense anything, he let Zhuo Feng take action.
After checking, I found something wrong.
"Zhuo Feng said that the energy in that person's body is somewhat different from the spiritual energy. It's probably similar to the true energy in Zhang Zizhen's body. Both are a kind of energy that is a result of breaking down and reassembling spiritual energy."
At the end, Yan Jue hesitated and added, "I think that person's reaction after seeing the ID was just a normal person's. He didn't seem to know that he was different."
He just put forward his own opinion, and the specific situation still needs to be judged by professionals.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Jue slumped in the back seat, sighing helplessly as he watched the scenery receding in front of him. Tong Feiyuan was right; another unusual encounter at the food court. What was his connection with the food court?
When they arrived at the Special Management Bureau, An Jin was taken to the room where Zhang Zizhen was originally interrogated, while Yan Jue met with Zhou Taotao.
"Director Pan sent you? Is this considered your practical assignment?"
"Why, no?" Zhou Taotao said to him sideways, "Not only me, but you as the consultant also have to assist. You can't run away."
Yan Jue shrugged. He hadn't intended to run away.
Zhou Taotao glanced at his shoulder and asked, "Where are your three cubs? Are they invisible?"
"Yeah." Yan Jue touched the three creatures floating in the air that only he could see, "They are very interested in the person inside."
"Well, go in."
After being secured in a chair that looked a lot like the interrogation chairs on TV, An Jin trembled and pouted, feeling like crying. It was true that he wasn't handcuffed, but looking at the guard's straight back and bulging waist, he had no idea he'd been fooled.
Shouldn't he be taken to the police station according to normal procedures? What kind of place is a courtyard?
"Bang--"
The door opened, and the man who had called him earlier walked in with a stranger.
An Jin originally wanted to argue with the man and ask him to release him, but after meeting the strange man's gaze, he quietly gave up the idea.
"Hello, this is the State Organs Special Management Bureau. I'm the deputy director, my last name is Zhou."
"Hello, I'm a consultant to the Special Management Bureau, my last name is Yan."
An Jin thought, quite polite, but, the Special Management Bureau? He widened his eyes and introduced himself blankly: "My name is An Jin."
"An Jin." Zhou Taotao nodded and asked, "Don't be nervous. We just have something to ask you. Just tell us the truth. We won't hurt you."
After saying that, he looked An Jin up and down, his eyes lingering on his brown hair and lighter eyes for a moment, before asking, "Are you mixed-race? Or a foreigner?"
"Yes, I am mixed-race." An Jin emphasized, "But I am Chinese. I went to school in China from childhood to adulthood."
This is easy. Zhou Taotao asked him to report his ID number.
Yan Jue simultaneously checked An Jin's profile through the information system. After a quick review with Zhou Taotao, he confirmed what he had said. The two exchanged glances, and Yan Jue asked, "An Jin, I just saw your expression when you ate food in the food court. Is this always the way you treat food?"
An Jin was stunned. She never expected that after he was taken to a mysterious place, people would actually ask him how he ate.
Despite feeling a bit absurd, he answered truthfully: "No. I used to eat normally. It's only after I had my teeth pulled that I started to eat like this."
He also knew that his behavior was exaggerated when he was out of control.
Zhou Taotao: "When did you have the tooth extracted? How long has this condition lasted?"
"I didn't feel better until last Wednesday, last Saturday." An Jin remembered clearly: "After I was able to eat normally on Saturday, something started to go wrong with me."
Today is Tuesday.
Zhou Taotao: "Counselor Yan noticed earlier that you seem to have a special liking for foods with blood in them? Is it just blood, or are there other foods as well?"
An Jin pursed her lips and whispered, "Only blood. After the tooth extraction, I felt unsatisfied with other foods. I was clearly full, but psychologically I always felt like I hadn't eaten anything. Only after eating blood did I feel the satisfaction of finally eating something. Then, if I wasn't careful, I would eat a lot and couldn't stop."
He used to be not a fan of animal blood, the kind of food he would eat but not actively. But after last Saturday, he suddenly developed a crazy love for blood, and his exaggerated behavior when eating it scared his girlfriend.
After that, he didn't dare eat in front of his girlfriend. Instead, he would secretly go out to eat with friends or play online games at night to satisfy his cravings. He ate a lot and his exaggerated expressions easily made an impression, so he learned to "roam around," changing the place to eat every night.
He was caught today when he just went to the food court.
"I suspect I have bulimia." An Jin was dejected. "Or maybe it's bulimia specific to certain foods. I hope my girlfriend won't dislike me..."
This is the way most people think.
The abnormal Yan Jue, Zhou Taotao and others had a very strange guess in their minds.
Zhou Taotao touched his chin and asked in more detail: "An Jin, can I ask what tooth you pulled out?"
"Looks like canine teeth, right?" An Jin pointed at the corners of her lips and bared her teeth. "My two teeth are normal, not canines. Two months ago, the gums above these two teeth suddenly started to itch a little. I didn't pay much attention to it because it wasn't very obvious. It wasn't until two weeks ago that a little white stuff appeared next to the normal teeth. I went for a check-up, and the doctor said it was a new canine tooth."
An Jin complained: "It would be great if they grew where they should. There's no room in my mouth for them to grow, and they just want to stick out. If they do, I'll have buck teeth, which is so ugly."
"I was off at work last week, so I went and pulled them out."
Who would have thought that after having it pulled out, abstaining from food for three days would actually trigger bulimia? He was so unlucky.
After seeing the position that An Jin pointed to, Yan Jue and Zhou Taotao fell silent at the same time.
They were certain that An Jin was indeed an ordinary person who knew nothing about the new world, although this method of confirmation left them speechless and amused.
Well, if they guessed correctly.
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