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"I thought you would apply, uh, the kind of poison that seals the throat when you see blood on the arrow?" Zhong Zhe's words were half teasing and half sincerely asking after the crisis had passed.

Cheng Ling had checked the clues and injuries on the prisoner, and stood up to look at him.

"If highly poisonous medicine is used, the person who uses it must undergo strict training so as not to accidentally injure himself or others."

Indeed, this is no different from operating extremely dangerous goods in a laboratory. Zhong Zhe nodded in agreement. What he didn't expect was Cheng Ling's next words.

"I'm not going to let you be stained with blood. Human life is only once and countless times."

Zhong Zhe looked at him, the man under the crystal lamp was cold and fierce, just like the Tang knife in the collection room, the spotlight covered the bright light, under the lamp, the blade glowed with clean light, looking extremely innocent.You would never have imagined how many heads it had cut open and how many enemies' blood it had soaked in.

Such a knife drawn from blood should understand and care about every drop of blood more than anything else, perhaps because of this, it can be so clean and free from dust.

But Zhong Zhe was not caught by the brilliance, and still wanted to pick this knife.

"You just looked at the revolver I picked. I also fired all six rounds tonight. If it takes a little longer, it's not impossible to reload it again."

If you don't want him to be stained with blood, you can completely stop him from holding a gun at first.

Cheng Ling raised his eyebrows, "That gun is not for killing people, it's for your self-defense."

Zhong Zhe was stunned, "No wonder you asked me to guard the road at the entrance of the banquet hall, and didn't let me go to the back door. The automatic shooting device is your real weapon, and you never thought of relying on me."

"Yes."

Zhong Zhe was somewhat annoyed, "Am I so helpless? Besides, in the melee later, you are not afraid that I will still kill people."

Cheng Ling hooked the corners of his mouth, but his tone was extremely serious, "Zhong Zhe, you can't kill people with a marksmanship like yours. This is not hunting, this is killing, your kind. People who have not been trained and have not killed anyone, When attacking, they will subconsciously avoid the vital points of the human body."

Cheng Ling didn't even think about letting Zhong Zhe get blood on his hands, he was even prepared, if Zhong Zhe shot and accidentally killed an enemy because of self-defense, he would quickly make up for it, and he must make him think that He did it.

There are some things in this world, from one to innumerable, is a cliff straight down; but from zero to one, is the moment of jumping off the cliff.

He himself has a mission to guard the bottom of the cliff, which does not mean that he is willing to see someone jump off the cliff easily. Among those untrained and unprepared people, especially Zhong Zhe should not be there.

Cheng Ling had already picked up the guy on the ground and signaled Zhong Zhe to go out of the banquet hall.

After turning off the lights and looking back at the messy hall, Zhong Zhe couldn't help but said: "After this matter is over, I'm going to hold a proper dance party to get rid of the bad luck."

Cheng Ling smiled, separated from Zhong Zhe in the atrium, and went to the basement.

He locked him in the wine cellar.The constant temperature and humidity there are not afraid of frost damage, and at the same time, it is fully sealed and requires fingerprints to enter and exit. It is a good place to keep people close.

Tomorrow, he will have a good trial of this guy.

Cheng Ling went back to the small building and cleaned up the bathroom first. After taking a bath, he treated the small wounds on his body, and when he came out again, Zhong Zhe was no longer in the room.

For a moment, he felt a little nervous in his heart.

Go downstairs along the light, at the end of the passage, there is light from the small dining room connected to the kitchen.

When Cheng Ling got closer, Zhong Zhe was turning his back to him, and he was not very familiar with boiling water in a pot. The gas stove failed to turn on after three or four times of lighting. Finally, the water was boiled, so he got up and went to the cupboard again. I don't know what I'm looking for.

Cheng Ling quietly appeared behind him and knocked on the open door.

Zhong Zhe turned his head, relaxed in surprise, "I want to call you when I'm done."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Ling roughly guessed the point, but was a little unsure.

"Cook water and cook rice." Zhong Zhe affirmed Cheng Ling's conjecture, "I want to find something like instant noodles. Tonight's situation is special. I heard that it can be eaten as soon as it is boiled."

"Are you sure?" According to Cheng Ling's observations over the past few days, he doubted that Zhong Zhe could accept such food.

Zhong Zhe nodded, "Occasionally I don't refuse new things."

Cheng Ling understood, he had never eaten instant noodles.

He approached Zhong Zhe, and the whole row of cabinets extended to a high place. Cheng Ling stood behind Zhong Zhe. The two of them searched up and down for a long time. There was no unhealthy pre-made food in the cabinet, not even semi-finished products.

If Ajin's mother was here, she would proudly say, how can I eat those preservatives, the dishes in the kitchen must be freshly purchased every day.

Zhong Zhe looked for it, and there was a smile in his voice, "Could it be true that Ah Jin's mother was right, I would really be hungry without her."

"What about takeaway?" Cheng Ling suggested.

Zhong Zhe looked at the wall clock, "In the countryside, it's too late to deliver. Or we'll drive out to find a place, because we're afraid of starving and fainting on the side of the road." The more he said, the more he felt a little funny.

Cheng Ling couldn't help being infected by Zhong Zhe. In Nuo Da's house, there were only the two of them left, but they felt very relaxed.

"Let me do it." Cheng Ling took a step forward and said the expected ending.

Zhong Zhe folded his hands on his chest and looked at him.

"What? I'm afraid my cooking is too bad." Cheng Ling asked intentionally.

Zhong Zhe thought about it, and decided to nod with the most elegant gentleman's attitude.

"It's better than going out and fainting on the side of the road. It's a rare meal." Cheng Ling said so sincerely that Zhong Zhe couldn't tell if he was teasing himself.

Cheng Ling had already picked up the knife and stood in front of the cooking table.

Tomatoes, cucumbers, and chicken breasts were all diced and shredded. Zhong Zhe leaned on the edge of Nakajima, and regarded it as Ling's knife. It was like a ceremony and a performance. It was a pleasure.

He couldn't help but said, "You don't look like someone who goes in and out of the kitchen a lot."

Cheng Ling neatly stacked the chopped tomatoes and cucumbers aside, cut out the scallions, and began to skillfully paste the shredded chicken.Without raising his head, he said, "These two professions are easily connected. There are many martial artists in the south who are first-rate cooks."

Zhong Zhe doesn't know much about martial arts chefs, but he does know that there are many people who are on the road, they will choose to open restaurants, and they cook good dishes.

Cheng Ling was already stirring the eggs, preparing the dishes very quickly.

Just as the water boiled, he put the rolled noodles he found into the boiling water in the cauldron, and the bubbles filled the stove and enveloped him in it, more and more like a magician who was casting a spell.

The sautéed diced tomatoes are mixed with the yellow egg liquid, and the aroma is released immediately, and they are fried until the tomatoes are juicy, the eggs are fragrant, and finally the shallots are sprinkled into the pot. Zhong Zhe felt that he might have to change his initial thinking.

Probably, it is not difficult to eat.

Putting the marinated tomato and egg aside, Cheng Ling began to slick the hot shredded chicken again.

Soon, the noodles were cooked to a moderate degree of softness and hardness. Cheng Ling divided the thin noodles into bowls, first poured egg marinade, then mixed with tender and sweet white shredded chicken, green and refreshing cucumber, two bowls of simple home-cooked noodles It's ready.

He put the bowl in front of Zhong Zhe, the aroma was so enticing that even greedy ones would go to their brains.

After Zhong Zhe thanked him, he tasted it bluntly.

After taking a bite, he broke the rules and put down his chopsticks to talk, "Do you have any seasonings that I don't know about? The side dishes are sweet and refreshing, and the noodles feel soft and moderate. It's really delicious."

Cheng Ling looked at Zhong Zhe's eyes, which had faded since the morning, and now they were flying again. He inadvertently relaxed and smiled.

"As I told you, there is only oil, salt and sugar, nothing else."

"Then your skills are really good." Zhong Zhe said sincerely.

"It's because you're starving." Cheng Ling replied calmly.

Zhong Zhe disagreed.

The two quickly cleaned up the noodles, put away the bowls and chopsticks, and went back upstairs one after the other.

Tonight, I still opened the door to sleep, looking at the door hidden in the wall, Cheng Ling slowly said: "I was in the secret room..."

The author has something to say: Cheng Ling: I ate my meal ~ hehe