Half an hour later, when almost everyone had left, Pei Xiqing slowly emerged from the restaurant.
Mrs. Wang hurriedly called to her from behind: "Girl, you have to think it through."
Pei Xiqing nodded.
"Just follow that group of people and you'll find out how to get to the black market. However, you'll need to figure out the specific method and route yourself. I really don't recommend you go. You're a girl, and if you go to a place like that, you'll basically never come back. Listen to my sister-in-law's advice, don't take the risk..."
The woman held her hand and wanted to say something else passionately, but Pei Xiqing pulled it back calmly.
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Listen to my advice, I really won't lie to you."
"I didn't say I had to go back. I just wanted to know how to get there. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Being able to open a restaurant in the wild and get so close to these psychics and the wild team, he is probably not an easy character to deal with and has a purpose.
That group of people are not necessarily all from the base. Even if they are from the base, they are often in collusion with the black market.
At the base, these people were the targets that Franlon wanted to hunt down.
"If I can persuade one person, that's one person."
"Thanks."
Seeing her about to leave, the proprietress stopped her and said, "Girl, I told you such important news, you have to give me some reward."
Pei Xiqing asked, "What reward do you want?"
"Tell me, where did this military weapon of yours come from, and which base are you from..." He then began to look at her with that same gaze again: "Also, are you someone sent by Farrand to inspect?"
"I just picked up the soldier on the street. As for the base, I don't have one to go to, nor do I want to go to any base." Pei Xiqing noticed something and continued to answer calmly: "Flanlun? What is it?"
The proprietress walked a little closer and asked, "You don't know?"
"I need to know?"
She propped up her chin and asked, "If they're not from Farahlun, why are there soldiers from Farahlun?"
Pei Xiqing raised her eyebrows: "I don't know what you are talking about."
The proprietress smiled and said, "Miss, I advise you not to get involved with the people of Franlun, and don't do anything for Franlun. If you try to pretend to be a passerby and come here to gather information, regardless of whether you are from Franlun or not, if you don't leave this gun and pay the price, you may not be able to leave today."
"Military?"
"This belongs to Franlon. Isn't that clear enough?"
"Is there a conflict between you and Franlon?" Pei Xiqing keenly caught something.
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Flanlun, let me think... is this the owner of this sword? Why are you afraid of Franlun? Isn't this a restaurant event that the base is commending you for? If it's really allowed, why are you still worried about it? You're really too paranoid."
"You don't have to try to trick me." Mrs. Wang clapped her hands. Two tall and powerful psychics emerged from the restaurant kitchen behind her. "Miss, we've seen Franlun's things here, so don't blame us for having to take action. For the sake of caution, we must not reveal any of our transactions or any information about the restaurant to Franlun."
"You're carrying something from Farahlun. No matter what, it's still somehow related to Farahlun," she said. "I don't think it would be so easy for you to pick up something from Farahlun. This military weapon is commonly used by Farahlun personnel. If you're not an insider, you have no right to touch it."
"so what?"
"Leave the things here. We also need to test whether you have any connection with Franlon."
"test?"
"We have a machine that can read your memory and find out whether you know about Franlon or not."
Pei Xiqing laughed out loud when he saw that there was actually a machine on their table.
Very interesting.
There is actually such a thing in the apocalypse.
Is it really possible to read the memories of normal people?
If, subjectively, the subject being read does not accept being read, can this machine also control human thinking? Is it necessary to go in the opposite direction?
She kind of wanted to try it.
This machine, in particular, is so flashy and sparkly, just like an old-fashioned generator.
"Can I take a picture?"
Mrs. Wang paused, "What?"
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