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The owner of the noodle shop was also taken aback. He was about 50 years old, his skin was a little loose, but the wrinkles on his face were not obvious.

The thick black hair on the head protruded from the edge of the chef's hat in strands and corners, which was far from the image of Zong La's bald monk in Han Xiaodong's impression.

But apart from the hair, the nose, the eyebrows, the slovenly demeanor, and the sour bowl, the deceitful behavior of saying that he cooked spaghetti all showed that the old liar in front of him was Zong La.

But why did Zong La go to such a place where no birds lay eggs and open a small dilapidated restaurant?Shouldn't he be building a temple in Thailand?

Before Han Xiaodong was full of questions, he was amused by Zong La's words.

He said in a half-northeast half-Shandong accent: "Old Tie, did you recognize the wrong person? My surname is Chen, Chen Laowu."

"Okay, stop pretending, you old liar."

Han Xiaodong wanted to expose the old liar's tricks, but Wang Jiayuan's voice suddenly came from his mind: "Xiaodong, he doesn't know us now."

Han Xiaodong was taken aback, and when the words were on his lips, he took advantage of the situation and changed them to: "You made this Italian-style noodles? Have you ever been to Italy?"

Zong La immediately piled up a simple and honest expression no matter how you look at it: "Of course, but I don't have tomato sauce here. It's just a little more vinegar. Don't worry, the overall taste is the same, sour is right Yet."

He Xi, who was at the side, listened to him talking nonsense in Dongbei dialect and Dongshan dialect for a while, and was the first to laugh. With her smile, the atmosphere of finding fault was instantly destroyed.

Zong Wei also showed a smile that was not a smile: "I'm really sorry, everyone. The cook is sick today and didn't come. I'm just a temporary cameo. Forgive me if I'm not thoughtful."

Upon hearing this, He Xi couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Han Xiaodong. How could she feel that since she met this person, she always encountered such unreliable things?

"If the cook isn't here, you just close the door, and it will be over in three days." He Xi snorted angrily.

Zong La felt bitter when he heard the words, and said to himself, "That's right, why did I forget that I can still go out of business? Hey, it's all my fault for being too dedicated."

Han Xiaodong was delighted when he heard it from the sidelines. He even regarded this small restaurant as his temple for monks.

Wang Jiayuan's eyes lit up when she heard the word "closed business", she pretended to push Han Xiaodong, and said, "Anyway, everyone is hungry, and there is no cook here, so you can help me out. Boss, your restaurant is closed today." , and the employees can just take a vacation."

Although Zong La refused to admit it, but when he heard that the two of them revealed his identity when they met each other, he knew that this matter would be difficult to deal with today.

At the moment, he let go of the two waiters in the restaurant.

After closing the door, Zong La looked at Han Xiaodong warily, and sighed: "I didn't expect you to come here so soon."

Han Xiaodong and Wang Jiayuan looked at each other, this situation is wrong!

At this time, in the public chat room, K and Xiaobai also got involved, "I just checked Zong La's entry records, congratulations, I didn't find any. So, he is still safe now."

I have long been used to K's good and bad news coming together, so Han Xiaodong said directly: "You just tell the bad news?"

Unexpectedly, this time K did not speak, but posted a group of photos, a temple with obvious Thai style, two young people who looked like tourists, but held weird things in their hands, were busy doing something in front of the temple.

That thing may be called weird in the eyes of others, but Han Xiaodong is too familiar with it. The Ark standard equipment is dedicated to anti-artifacts.

It's no wonder that Zong La, the magic stick, gave up his den and ran to this small place, because the temple in the photo is exactly his broken universe.

"Ark? Aren't they taken over by Lianwo?" Han Xiaodong opened his mouth in disbelief.

At this time, Wang Jiayuan also participated in this topic, "I think we may have made a mistake."

"What's wrong?" Han Xiaodong asked puzzled.

"Think about it carefully, when we investigated the ark, who were we investigating?" Wang Jiayuan asked remindingly.

"Saturn, Colonel, Simul... Damn, we only searched for dead people!" At first Han Xiaodong was still confused and counted the people they were looking for, and after counting, he finally realized what went wrong.

At this time, K also said: "No, to be precise, we are investigating our past enemies."

That's right, the crux of the problem is here, Han Xiaodong's enemies are almost all killed by him.

"By the way, K, you can check Bierhoff's father and son now." Han Xiaodong began to recall his few enemies who were still alive. The dead Ark members are still alive in this world.

In order to find clues to the mustard gas bomb, Han Xiaodong accepted Bierhoff Jr.'s request to kill the old Bierhoff, but the development of the story later was completely reversed.

Old Bierhoff and Han Weizhe were not only old acquaintances, but also old friends, so Han Xiaodong got more information from old Bierhoff than he needed.

Later, the white pigeons attacked the ark. For the sake of the elder Bierhoff, neither Han Xiaodong nor Wang Jiayuan was cruel to the younger Bierhoff, and they were directly thrown into the prison to wait for death. People have been forgotten by everyone. Thinking about it now, his ambition was no less than that of Saturn.

When it came to Bierhoff, K and Xiaobai started working at the same time, and soon, K’s feedback came: “Unexpectedly, your shit luck is really good. I found it, and it’s Bierhoff Jr..”

"Wait, what do you mean by 'that'." Han Xiaodong felt a little strange about K's expression: "Could it be that you mean that the current little Bierhoff has really become the leader of the Ark?"

"That's right." K immediately nodded and added: "To be precise, Bierhoff Jr.'s biggest investor is also a member of the elders."

Speaking, he also kindly shared a recent photo of Bierhoff Jr.

"Wait, how do you know this information? I remember that Ark has always taken strict protection measures in this regard." Han Xiaodong was a little surprised about K's efficiency. Even last time, K did not fully grasp the information of the Presbyterian Church. .

"Because Bierhoff Jr.'s strategy has changed." K explained: "According to the information I found, Bierhoff Jr. does not have the business acumen of Saturn, and he is the biggest funder himself, so He has turned the Ark into his own private property, which is a subordinate branch of the Bierhoff Group. Although the mission has not changed, the scale is not even one-fiftieth of the Saturn period, which is why we The reason for them has not been found out, the Ark is now only an institution under Bierhoff Jr., so it seems to have disappeared."

Han Xiaodong made a gesture of surrender, signaling K to continue talking.

"Before, in order to confirm the existence of the Ark, we not only investigated the 'dead people' in the Ark, but also investigated the capital flow of the four major families." K emphasized the word "dead", obviously for such a big omission , feel bad.

"This makes sense. The funds of the four major families are normal. I can confirm that neither Fang Zhou nor Baige has contacted them, because Fang Zhou does not need such a large amount of funds at all." Wang Jiayuan added K unfinished words.

Sighing, Han Xiaodong made the final conclusion, "So, the current Ark is actually the personal branch of Bierhoff Jr. Power, can it really support the operation of the entire ark?"

"Yes." Wang Jiayuan also sighed, and added: "Don't forget, the original Saturn was massacred inside the Ark. After the massacre, only a few scientists were left in the Ark. To be honest, it is necessary to feed those research lunatics." ,Not difficult."

While the few of them were chatting, Zong La on the other side, who was thinking of clichés, also had a lively chat with He Xi.

Now He Xi didn't know anything about Fang Zhou at all, and when he met the experienced magic stick, Zong La used a few words to figure out their purpose for coming here.

Then, Zong La was dumbfounded...

At this time, He Xi's interest was aroused by him. Seeing that Zong La was silent, she poked the cook who claimed to be an imported monk, and asked:

"So you turned out to be a monk in Thailand? Then why did you come to us and become a restaurant owner?"

Zong La, who came back to his senses, probably understood that He Xi in front of him must know nothing, so he brought the topic to Han Xiaodong and others.

"Didn't I tell you just now? I offended someone in Thailand, and that's why I came here. You know that this is not allowed here." Zong La gestured to He Xi with a gun.

"Then your real name is Chen Laowu?" He Xi's interest was still on the rustic name before.

"My original name is Zong La, but Chen Laowu changed it when he came to you. Didn't your friends call me out just now?" Then, he pointed at Han Xiaodong with his mouth, "You and them Are they all classmates? I just heard from you that they skipped class? Are you not afraid of being expelled?"

"We are friends, but not classmates." After He Xi finished speaking, a strange look appeared on his face, "Speaking of which, I really have a relationship with eating noodles. The last time I ate noodles, it was pretended by that unreliable guy Chef. I ate noodles again today, and it turned out that you, a Thai monk, were the chef. Could it be that I can’t order noodles when I go to restaurants in the future? Why does something happen when I eat noodles?”

Zong La was completely dizzy, where did this come from?
At this time, Han Xiaodong and the others had also finished chatting. When He Xi said that Zong La was a Thai monk, he immediately smirked twice, leaned forward, pointed at Zong La's head and said:

"I want to know more now, how did you, a foreigner, grow the black hair of a Chinese."

"Wig." Zong La said, took off the chef's hat, and then scratched his head with his hand, and his shiny head appeared in front of everyone.

Knowing that these people were not here to hunt him down, Zong La spread out his hands in a very lonely manner, and asked, "Now can you tell me how you recognized me?"