Chapter 39: Copper Pot Hot Pot, Are You Hungry?
Ye Qi thought, the fat girl really had a place to shelter from the wind, it seemed that she was living well recently.
Otherwise, when you show up at the hotel, you won’t look so good and walk so briskly.
But, what is she doing here?
Why did you leave so soon?
What do you want to do by taking away a hotel chef?
Ye Qi noticed Qiao Lan as soon as she appeared in the hotel.
Originally, the typhoon was too severe, and he had no intention of investigating her. Just a weird fat girl, far less important than Line 6. He had to focus his limited resources on the bigger task.
However, under torture, No. 6 could not explain where the medicine had gone and only thought it was lost.
What can be lost?
That night, from the time No. 6 was escorted into the car to the time Ye Qi received Qiao Lan's call to the police, Qiao Lan was the only one who had contact with No. 6 alone and even knocked her unconscious.
The secret search inside the hotel was fruitless, so the medicine is most likely with Qiao Lan.
Ye Qi took advantage of Qiao Lan's appearance today and sent his men to follow him again.
The wind started to blow again, and he regretted it and worried about the safety of his men.
Fortunately, I finally received the belated text message reporting that I was safe.
Woo!
Bang!
The strong wind blew a broken piece of steel and smashed it heavily against the window.
Interrupted Ye Qi's thoughts.
The window wasn't broken, but it had a little crack.
How long will this wind last?!
Ye Qi frowned.
"Captain Ye, we still can't get through to headquarters!"
"Captain, there's not much food left in the hotel. We only give each person two loaves of bread a day, which can only last three to five days at most."
"It's mainly water. The tap water has stopped, but the hotel's inventory of alcoholic beverages can probably last for another day."
"Two more residents on the third floor have caught a cold and developed a fever. So far, there are over 50 people with fevers. The internal medical room has already run out of medicine."
"All calls to the city's emergency services are disconnected..."
The latest news from all aspects reported by his subordinates gave Ye Qi a headache.
A guest "rebelled" and beat Mr. Zhao to death. Before his death, Mr. Zhao retaliated by detonating explosives hidden in the underground warehouse, destroying a warehouse of food supplies and causing the hotel's water supply to be almost exhausted.
So he took over a mess!
He didn't want to take care of these things!
He is engaged in confidential investigations, not municipal management.
There is a more important task on my shoulders, which concerns the safety of many people.
If there hadn't been a sudden brawl in the hotel with numerous casualties, he wouldn't have stepped forward to take control of the situation.
In that chaos, more than 30 people, led by Mr. Zhao, died, nearly 100 were seriously injured, and he and his men also killed two people.
There are still more than a thousand people left, maintaining temporary order, but what follows is endless trivialities and endless troubles.
"First, we must be vigilant against fighting. We can deal with drinking water after the storm has passed."
He gave the order simply.
It's hard to frown.
Suddenly, a cunning fat face flashed before my eyes, as if it were a dough ball, with small eyes sparkling.
——That fat girl seems to have a lot of tricks up her sleeve. She knows how to cheat people, pretend to be ignorant, and lie. If she encounters a mess like this, maybe she can come up with a good solution?
For some reason, Ye Qi suddenly had a strange idea.
He quickly killed the thought.
I find it outrageous myself.
"Please protect yourself and take shelter. The investigation can be put on hold for now."
He sent a text message back to the investigator sent out to follow him.
…
"Please protect yourself. It's important to stay out of the storm. The investigation can be put on hold for now—oh, that police officer really cares about his men. He told you not to get swept away by the wind while investigating me. Tsk! What a good leader! What a good leader!"
In the kindergarten safe house, Qiao Lan read out loud the content of Ye Qi's text message and praised him.
It was the eighth night of the storm.
Several hours had passed since Ye Qi sent the reminder text message.
The cell phone signal has been intermittent these days, and it's good enough to be able to receive it.
This investigator, who was not sure whether to say he was lucky or unlucky, had been happily getting along with Qiao Lan and others for quite some time.
Strictly speaking, it was mainly because Qiao Lan was happy.
Investigator Lao Song was not happy at all.
He was a senior investigator with over a decade of experience in confidentiality, had received dozens of commendations, and was a veteran of the team, a model of performance...
He was easily captured by a chubby and naive little girl.
Where can I seek justice?
"Hey, officer, what's with that expression on your face? Are you unconvinced and think I defeated you purely by luck?"
Qiao Lan tied the prisoner to a chair and played with the confiscated mobile phone, smiling.
Old Song's face was dark.
He muttered, "The wind is too strong, the sky is too dark, and it's impossible to stand in the ruins... because of various reasons..."
“NO!”
Qiao Lan laughed, "You triggered the alarm I installed outside and stepped on two mousetraps I'd set in advance, getting injured. Then, because of the strong wind, you didn't dare leave after entering the ruins, so I caught you in the trap. Overall, I was more prepared, and you were a step behind. Besides, when it comes to close combat, I'm not much worse than you, am I?"
Old Song said nothing.
Indeed, this girl is really ruthless.
"Brother Police Officer, I remember you. You and another brother were knocked unconscious by that woman in the hotel's underground parking lot. I arrested her and notified that uncle to rescue you."
"Well...thank you for that time." Old Song was truly grateful.
"How's the other police officer? Is he okay?"
"He's still in a coma in the hospital."
Da Qi's condition was worrying. After the wind stopped and he was sent to the hospital that day, Lao Song quickly woke up and returned to work, but Da Qi had not woken up yet.
Qiao Lan pondered: "He should have just been given a coma-inducing drug, not poison. At least when I saw you two in the car, the woman's poison hadn't been used on you yet. I'm sure of that."
Old Song was shocked.
Look at Qiao Lan cautiously.
Qiao Lan smiled at him.
"Brother, let's be frank. If it weren't for that poison, you wouldn't have followed me this time, right?"
She pretended to reach into her pocket.
In fact, he took out the cosmetics and medicines that he had seized from the old lady that night from the space.
"It's with you!" Old Song's face changed.
Qiao Lan said, "Don't be nervous, big brother. I'm a good person and won't use this thing for harm. You're investigating it, and I have a general idea of its harms and don't want it to spread. How about we share our information?"
The end of the world has come.
It’s different from when I first met Ye Qi.
At that time, Qiao Lan didn't want to get into trouble with Ye Qi and the officials behind him.
But now, the official one is basically gone.
Ye Qi's team is still tracking her for the potion, which means they have not given up the investigation because of the disaster.
If they are willing to continue the investigation, Qiao Lan is also willing to share what he knows about Saint Yes.
The end of the world is bad enough.
Saint Yesh will make it worse.
Only by fighting against the evil companies and preventing the environment from getting too bad can she have enough space to live in a safe house and enjoy a good life.
Saint Yes's evil hand will reach out to every evolver. She cannot fight against him alone. More like-minded people will bring more opportunities.
I just don’t know if Ye Qi and his group are qualified to be her companions.
"Hi, police officer, Brother Song is having dinner with me. We're having hot pot. Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry?"
In any case, a good greeting is the beginning of making friends.
Qiao Lan used Lao Song's mobile phone to send Ye Qi a kind greeting.
In the safe house, there is hot pot in the old Beijing copper pot.
In the yellow copper pot with a chimney, the soup is boiling and steam is rising.
Put the tender hand-cut lamb slices into water for three seconds. When they change color slightly, you can take them out.
Dip in sesame paste.
The aroma is rich.
That taste...
Qiao Lan couldn't help but took a few photos of the scene and sent them to Ye Qi like a food show.
I don’t know what the signal is like now. Can the police receive it in real time?
When you are short of food and drink in the hotel, it must be a very happy thing to join us in "cloud hot pot" and enjoy the feast for the eyes, right?
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