Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 407 A Place Called Home (2)

Enter the city stealthily, and don't bring a gun with you.

After walking for eight hours, we finally entered the city.

During this period, they encountered police patrols three times, and the three people's reactions were surprisingly consistent - hide.

There were guns and bullets in the equipment box that my senior brother was carrying. If he was caught by the police, it would be a big deal.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang discussed the question of where to live for nearly ten minutes, and finally decided on an extremely safe place: Han Qiu's home.

Han Qiu's whereabouts have been exposed. There is no possibility that someone would wait for him, unless Han Qiu has nothing to do and runs home, the probability of which is almost zero.

The house is unoccupied and is located in the city. The only drawback is that it is a bit small.

Lu Mingfei thought that he and his senior brother were unqualified hosts. They brought Ling, a guest, to their hometown but couldn't even provide a place for him to stay.

There is nothing we can do about it. We dare not leave any registration records and the hotel has ruled it out.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to go back to his uncle's house, as he couldn't afford enough space for his senior brother and Ling to stay.

Chu Zihang didn't want to go home even more. His 'father's' identity was there, and once he went back, their whereabouts would be easily exposed.

There are a lot of poor people, but only a few rich people in the area.

A great person should hide from the world. If you want to hide, hide in a place where there are many ordinary people, and try to interact with ordinary people as much as possible.

It is only a matter of time before they are found by the academy, so the better it is, the later it is. This is what the three of them discussed.

Standing in front of Han Qiu's door, it was early morning. This pigeon coop looked like a haunted house. There was no one to be seen, no movement, not even a mouse.

"Do you have the key?" Chu Zihang asked Lu Mingfei.

"No." Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, "Should I go find a steel wire?"

"No need." Chu Zihang held the handle with one hand and put the other hand on the door.

In an instant, the sound of the lock core breaking and the sound of the door handle turning rang out together.

The security door is not anti-theft at all in front of my senior brother.

"Brother, can you teach me this move?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Okay." Chu Zihang pushed the door open.

An unpleasant smell hit me in the face. This is what a place that has not been lived in for a long time is like, lifeless and terribly dirty.

"Come in." Lu Mingfei still had some instinct to take care of girls, so he let Ling go in first.

After he came in, he skillfully pushed the switch up and turned on the light.

A small room appeared in front of the three people. The dust on the ground looked like a thin layer of snow, and one step would leave a mark.

The few pieces of furniture that Han Qiu had were covered with cloth, and when he lifted the cloth, dust filled the air.

Ling stood at the door and said with disgust: "Dirty."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Han Qiu's computer, which was also covered. He really wanted to open the computer to satisfy his craving and play a few games.

But now I have to take care of the hygiene first. Ling is a germaphobe and he can't sleep in such a dirty place.

"Let's clean up." Chu Zihang said this before Lu Mingfei.

"Okay, Senior Brother." Lu Mingfei pointed to the only bed and said to Ling, "You can sleep here. Senior Brother and I can sleep on the floor."

"Dirty." Zero still gave this evaluation.

"I'll just wash it in a while." Lu Mingfei said.

"No new sheets?" Zero asked.

"It shouldn't be there. I'll look for it later." Lu Mingfei took out a mop from the toilet and started mopping the floor first.

Ling stood at the door, watching Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang mopping the floor and wiping the table.

After finishing it, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei looked at Ling's reaction. If Ling said it was okay, then it was okay.

After almost an hour of hard work, the hygiene standards were met and Ling slowly walked to the chair and sat down obediently.

finally!finally!

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window. Well, it was daybreak.

"I'm a little hungry." He asked, "How about I go buy some breakfast? You two stay here, and I'll buy bed sheets and door locks."

Zero's Russian appearance is too conspicuous.

Not to mention my senior brother, he is so handsome and many people know him.

The task of going out to forage for food and purchase goods fell to Lu Mingfei.

"Okay." Chu Zihang said.

Zero nodded as well.

"What to eat?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Just like last time, when we were on a mission together." Chu Zihang said.

“Oh, okay.” Lu Mingfei knew that his senior brother was talking about the time when they took back the information together. “The pickled mustard tuber tasted pretty good.”

He then remembered the incident with the pickled mustard tuber, and while muttering to himself, he reached out and took out a baseball cap from Han Qiu's cabinet and put it on.

The space was left to Chu Zihang and Ling again, and the atmosphere began to become weird and cold again.

Lingduan sat on the chair, staring out the window in a daze.

Chu Zihang leaned against the wall, looked around the house, and recalled what happened last year.

Memories of Han Qiu inevitably involve that girl.

Chu Zihang recalled the day when he went to the girl's residence alone. The present was so similar to that time, as if dragons always observed the world alone.

Perhaps Han Qiu's loneliness is no less than that girl's, living alone in a house like this.

The CBD area is prosperous, but the prosperity has nothing to do with it.

The CBD area is bustling, and the bustle is just noisy.

"He is someone outside the plan." Zero suddenly spoke.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly, "Who?"

"Han Qiu."

"What do you mean?"

"Principal Ange has been monitoring Lu Mingfei. Han Qiu's appearance once aroused his suspicion, but Principal Ange could not find any flaws." Ling said, "He is very special."

"So is he a hybrid or a dragon?" Chu Zihang asked.

"I don't know. After Han Qiu defected, the college further investigated his background. It was consistent with the investigation before admission, and there was no problem. The college found his mother and obtained the woman's blood sample, and compared the DNA with Han Qiu's blood sample. The results showed that they were indeed mother and son."

Chu Zihang nodded gently, "That is to say, based on the current evidence, he is a human."

"Well, his mother is a normal person."

"What about Lu Mingfei?" Chu Zihang asked.

Ling did not answer, but silently watched the sunlight in front of the window creep forward little by little.

Chu Zihang closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Until the door was opened from the outside, Chu Zihang and Ling locked it at the same time.

The solemn and murderous aura made Lu Mingfei shiver.

"I, I..." Lu Mingfei took off his hat, closed the door and put the snakeskin bag on the ground, "Bed sheet, new one."

He put down the breakfast in his hand again, his mouth almost watering, "Eat first, eat first."

It was the first time for Ling to have this kind of Chinese breakfast, with soy milk, fried dough sticks, porridge and pickled mustard tubers.

Lu Mingfei prepared bread and milk in case Ling was not used to the food.

But judging from Ling's performance, she actually likes to eat... pickled mustard tubers.

This left Lu Mingfei at a loss as to what to do. Should he behave like a gentleman and give as much of the pickled mustard to Ling, or should he eat more himself?

This pickled mustard is really delicious!

While he was hesitating, Ling pushed his portion of pickled mustard in front of Lu Mingfei.

"I'm full," she said.

There was half a bowl of porridge left in the bowl, and half of the fried dough stick was eaten.

"Here's some bread." Lu Mingfei was worried that she wasn't full. "Is it okay to eat just this little?"

"I can't eat much." Ling walked directly to the snakeskin bag and started to make the bed.

“Okay then.” Lu Mingfei picked up the pickled mustard and poured it into his bowl. As he poured, he asked Chu Zihang, “Brother, do you want more?”