The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Having said that, Xing Haiyin had no intention of bringing up the matter. First of all, there was no need to do so.

——If it weren't for the loss of Scotland, he might have starved to death.

Xing Haiyin pushed the door open, but didn't go in because the floor was dirty. Seeing three people gathered in front of the window, he knocked on the door curiously.

"What are you doing?"

Hagiwara Kenji turned around awkwardly and said, "I should be watching over Xiao Zhenping."

Xing Haiyin, who didn't know what was going on, took a half step back and looked at the thing without any good premonition. It was the one that the three of them had just studied. It seemed to be a plastic handle?

He hesitated for two seconds before asking them what happened.

Since Hagiwara Kenji said so, it must be Jinpei Matsuda's fault.

After playing the game with the two men, Xing Haiyin, who had quickly gotten to know the two policemen, finally remembered that these two were two of the three people who were with him in the hospital when he woke up.

"Jinpei took the valve handle off—" Hagiwara Kenji explained with a bitter face, "But he didn't do it on purpose! It was Mr. Midorikawa who said it was broken, so we can help take a look."

Valve handle.

How many valve handles can there be in a kitchen?

First of all, it’s definitely not the gas valve.

Has Scotland finally gone crazy by letting these two seemingly unreliable adults fix the valve?

Are they really not going to blow up both the valve and the room?

"I don't care," Xing Haiyin held onto the door frame, already wanting to kick these two really unreliable adults out. "Pay them the money! You useless adults!"

"How can you talk like that, little brat? If the device here wasn't so special, I wouldn't have broken it off, okay?" Matsuda Jinpei curled his lips, trying to save the situation unwillingly. "And this is a quality issue, okay?"

"So which valve did they break?" Xinghaiyin turned to look at Scotland, and found that he was trying to hold back his laughter. Feeling that he was being laughed at, the gray-haired boy frowned and looked cold, looking at the cat-eyed man with disapproval and condemning him.

"Alright, alright," Zhu Fujingguang endured Xinghai Yahu's gaze, and finally his kindness overcame his desire to watch the fun. He pointed at the steel pipe leaning against the wall, which had obvious signs of fracture, and the remaining part was still shaky and looked like it would fall down at any time.

"I asked them to help check this place. For some reason, this valve can't be turned. I checked and it's not connected to anything... What's wrong with you?"

Xing Haiyin also wanted to know what happened.

His face changed obviously, and he could hardly hide it and said it was okay. The moment he saw the steel pipe, his light gray-blue pupils shrank sharply, like a cat that was stimulated, and his first reaction was to give a warning.

The boy looked away, let go of the door frame, waved his hand, said don't worry about it, then turned around and left.

"I'm so hungry, let's eat first."

Zhu Fujingguang responded, and he shook his head gently at his two classmates, signaling them not to ask any more questions, and then instructed them to take the food out. The weather was already a bit cold, and the cooked dishes would cool down more slowly if left in the kitchen.

Zhu Fu Jingguang cooked a lot of food, and considering the amount for two more people, he cooked more rice.

Matsuda Jinpei turned off the rice cooker and took it out, placing it on the dining table, then took the bowl and began to serve the rice. Hagiwara Kenji held the dishes in both hands and kicked the chair slightly to make room.

Xinghai Gin sat down consciously, took the bowl handed to him by Matsuda Jinpei, and naturally divided half of it into the empty bowl.

"What good will it do you to eat so little?"

Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, looked at the child disapprovingly, and asked him, "You used to eat so little? No wonder you're so short."

So short.

So short.

short.

矮？

short?!!

Who are you calling short?!

Xing Haiyin had never been called short before. He slammed his chopsticks on the table and retorted angrily, "I'm only eleven! You may not be as tall as me when you are eleven!"

Matsuda Jinpei gestured twice, raised the corner of his mouth and laughed at him, "I was much taller than you when I was eleven years old, and you are not even up to my chest now."

"Alright, alright, you two." Zhu Fujingguang brought out the soup and spoke in a good-tempered tone, signaling them to eat quickly and stop arguing.

"Yes, yes. If we don't eat it now, it will get cold." Hagiwara Kenji brought out two more dishes from the kitchen. "Midorikawa made a lot of delicious food!"

"So you're not that tall now, okay?" Xinghai, still obsessed with the previous topic, insisted that Matsuda Jinpei pay the price for calling him short. But he is only an elementary school student now, and he may not be able to beat this policeman in a fight, but it is possible with his skills——

[They won’t fight you.] The system popped up again, [Even if you win, you’re just bullying an elementary school student.]

[Is it possible that, although my fighting power has been greatly reduced, I am still much stronger than the average elementary school student?]

Xinghaiyin drooped his eyelids, and under Scotland's gaze, which was faintly shrouded in some substantial black aura, he obediently picked up the chopsticks that were slapped on the table and put them away, making a gesture of preparing to eat.

The meal was quite good, after all, Zhu Fujingguang's cooking skills were really good. Xing Haiyin casually ate a few mouthfuls of rice, and his stomach really had no room for the food, so he didn't force himself to stuff it into his mouth.

On the other hand, the two visiting policemen had no sense of politeness at all, left almost no leftovers, and ate so much that they could hardly walk.

This isn't a reason for you to occupy my little sofa, right?

Xinghaiyin listened to Scotland's consolation and said that they would leave after digesting their food, so he poured water for the two policemen lying on the sofa. In such a big place with such a spacious space, these two bad guys insisted on taking his small sofa.

The more I took a step back, the more angry I became.

Are these two really bandits?

How could a policeman be invited as a guest under the pretext of visiting the victims of a previous case and then push the victims aside?

But since the unrelated personnel are resting here, he should find Scotland to deal with the matter.

Standing up on his knees, Xing Haiyin walked towards the kitchen. The stains on the floor had been wiped clean, but the water stains had not completely dried. Zhu Fujingguang was wiping the last dish to be washed. When he saw him coming, he turned his head slightly and asked him what he needed.

"It's the handle." The gray-haired boy's bangs were a little long, covering half of his light gray-blue eyes. Zhu Fujingguang was thinking about when to take him to get a haircut while wiping the dishes and answering him.

"What's wrong with the handle?" Zhu Fujingguang wiped the last plate and put away the used tableware. His movements were orderly, revealing the flavor of ordinary life.

"I'll hold Officer Matsuda responsible for the compensation."

No, he probably couldn't handle it.

"The handle is just decoration; the key point is what's inside the steel pipe." Xing Haiyin recalled the time he came here before he was sent abroad.

He brought a lot of dangerous goods with him, things that absolutely could not be discovered by the police.

The danger level is probably twice that of the bomb that was dismantled today.

"...When he came here before, he stuffed something in there. I forgot what it was, but he said we can't touch it." Looking at Scotland who became serious after hearing these words, Xinghaiyin pointed at the steel pipe that blended into the shadow, indicating that it was the one that had been touched.

Xinghaiyin certainly remembered what those things were, but he was too lazy to explain why Xinghaiya knew these things, and he certainly didn't tell his burden about these things at the time.

Even when they installed it, it was during his school hours. It wasn't anything valuable, but it was quite dangerous, and the system alarm kept sounding.

[How could this not ring?! You are really outrageous, you know that?!] The system turned off the alarm prompts one by one, and felt that Xinghaiyin was really a little sick.

[That’s ten kilograms of explosives, okay?! ]