The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

"According to investigations, those missing people had learned about high-paying transnational jobs, immigration, and telecommunications fraud while waiting in line to receive Mengpo soup, so it is suspected that they were illegally detained."

Li You’s brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"But the families of the missing persons have not received any requests for ghost money. My subordinates are still investigating."

"In addition, based on the data routinely reported by the law enforcement departments in the mortal world, and my comparative analysis of the soul-binding data from the Book of Life and Death, I have recently discovered that some forces have been trading the lifespans of ordinary people with dignitaries in the mortal world in exchange for ghost money in order to prolong their lives.

Hei Huomian clenched his gums and let out a long breath after a few seconds.

"Investigate this type of incident as well as the related cases behind Zhong Suiru's escape and hiding."

There is a 99% chance that the force behind this chaos is the same force that was temporarily suspended from investigation five years ago.

Li You silently asked:

"Please tell me whether to arrest him immediately or follow this clue until the person behind this is found."

"What I want is the fattest fish."

"Then should we cooperate with human law enforcement agencies in the investigation?"

"Not for now."

Hei Huomian tiptoed back to Bai Shuiru's bedroom, lay back on his wrought iron bed, and tossed and turned while hugging a giraffe pillow.

It is reasonable to speculate that Xiao Maobi's escape that year was related to those forces, or even that they were the ones who caused Xiao Maobi's escape in order to slow down or temporarily stop my investigation.

Hei Huomian was powerless to resist the ghostly thoughts that kept lingering and grinning in his mind.

The next day, before dawn, he got up on tiptoe, picked up the thin quilt that Bai Shuiru had kicked to the ground, covered the little girl who was sleeping in a running posture, went downstairs to the restaurant, and sat down dejectedly at the head seat of the table.

After helping his young master put his sunglasses back on, Uncle Nan personally poured him a cup of hot tea, then took a variety of noodles, buns and porridge and placed them in front of him.

Hei Huo Mian picked up two chopsticks of Laoyou noodles and put them into the boat porridge, saying quietly:

"Uncle Nan, please ask Jing Churan to come over."

five minutes later.

When a young and strong man carrying a medical box walked into the restaurant of Sucong Manor, Hei Huomian was scooping preserved egg and lean meat porridge into a porcelain plate filled with coconut milk and water chestnut cake.

Uncle Nan quickly took away the messy water chestnut cake and replaced it with a plate of two-color date paste cake with red dates embedded in it, and said in a gentle voice:

"Master, Master Chu Ran is here."

"Hey, hey! I heard there was Cantonese-style morning tea, so I came here quickly."

A light and lazy baritone voice landed in front of the dining table.

The young man had a light U-shaped beard, slightly curled bangs, and retro blue-gray round-frame glasses that covered his eyebrows. His cornflower blue suit was not even as eye-catching as the five or six retro-styled silver rings on his long fingers.

Jing Churan unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks, picked up the pepper soup dumplings and took a bite, praising Aunt Zhang's improved cooking skills, which made Aunt Zhang giggle and go back to the kitchen, and then served seven or eight cakes in succession.

Jing Churan was half full when he saw Hei Huomian still in a daze, repeatedly scooping up the porridge bowl that he had already eaten clean with a spoon.

"Oh my, it looks like the problem is a bit serious!"

Jing Churan tilted his head and looked at his cousin, smiling:

"I heard that the Hades recently met a lively, beautiful and interesting girl."

When Hei Huomian heard Bai Shuiru mentioned, he immediately became alert and put down the spoon.

"Have you eaten well? After you've eaten, let's get down to business!"

Then he stood up and led the other person upstairs to his bedroom.

At the same time, Bai Shuiru went to the restaurant downstairs, "Morning, Uncle Nan! Huo Mian went out?"

"Morning, Miss Bai. The young master has already had breakfast and has something to talk about with his cousin."

Hearing that the other party had changed his address, Uncle Nan's usually calm face couldn't help but show some joy.

It seems that we are one step closer to tracing back to the time when the manor was managed by a mistress.

"Are you having breakfast now?"

"Oh. Okay. Yo~, Cantonese-style morning tea! I like it!"

Hei Huomian waited for Jing Churan to close the bedroom door, then turned around and asked:

"What do you want to say?"

Jing Churan sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, placed his arms on the edge of the sofa, tilted his head and raised his eyebrows to look at the other person.

"The Hades Emperor Muxian is looking for the lost Qingmei brush Shuiru. Who in the underworld is missing?"

Jing Churan held his chin with both hands and glanced at his cousin as if he was watching a good show:

"What's going on now? Why can't you sleep? Is this found or not found, huh?"

"I didn't ask you to come here to let you talk nonsense, take it out."

Jing Churan opened the medical box with a smile, took out two wooden 6-hole test tube racks and placed them on the small table, then raised his hand to point to the colorful liquids in the test tubes on the racks as if presenting a treasure.

"I have recently developed and launched organic banana vinegar, raspberry bubbles, mangosteen rose pulp, coffee pumpkin soup, avocado chocolate and sea salt beer flavors. Which one do you want?"

Hei Huomian glanced at the Meng Po soup, which had a variety of flavors and even began to lean towards dark cuisine, and looked at the other party with concern.

"Are you sure it's just hypnosis and won't erase your memory?"

Jing Churan sat back on the sofa and waved his hand.

"Don't worry, don't worry~, the Meng Po soup that can wash away a god like you was stolen eight hundred years ago."

"You just urged me to hypnotize you again. Hurry up and choose a flavor and lie down!"

Jing Churan suddenly leaned close to Hei Huomian, "So which flavor do you want?"

"No idea? Oh my! Love is so fascinating!"

"Forget it, let me make the decision for you."

Jing Churan glanced at his work and reached out with his long fingers to a test tube filled with milky white mucus.

“The mangosteen rose pulp is sour, sweet, refreshing and delicious, and mixed with the rich and charming fragrance of roses, which guarantees that you will have a beautiful and long dream.”

When Jing Churan mentioned the word "sweet dream", he blinked his eyes deliberately, implying: You know!

Hei Huomian raised his hand to block the other person's hand that was trying to pinch his lips open and force the drink in.

"and many more."

Black Fire Mian awakened something. "Do you think your Meng Po soup can wash away the memory of spiritual creatures?"

Jing Churan couldn't help but be stunned.

"What did you say? To wash away the memory of a spiritual being?"

"Correct."

Hei Huomian took the test tube and stared at the mangosteen and rose flavored Meng Po soup inside.

"I have been trying to verify her identity and prove that she is my little brush. I have mentioned my childhood with her and chanted the mantra of rebirth in front of her, but she has no reaction at all."

"Maybe she is just pretending not to admit it. After all, she suddenly..."

Jing Churan interrupted the conversation in time, took out a miniature silver wine flask from his pocket, took a sip of the unknown liquid, and continued:

"Leave without saying goodbye."

Hei Huomian shook his head firmly.

"If you are familiar with her facial expressions, you will understand that it is a very natural, even confused expression, and it is definitely not acted."

Hei Huomian looked at the other party and asked for confirmation seriously: "So, is it possible?"