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Chapter 81 Late Night Hot Pot Restaurant (16)

"There are no clues on the first floor. We should go upstairs and take a look."

Ji Zhixia had just finished speaking, and when he turned around and was walking up the stairs, he saw Huo Ran walking to the corner with a knife in his left hand and a jar in his right hand.

Ji Zhixia snorted coldly, she was really fast.

She was going to the second floor to see if there were any clues, and by the way, she would show Li Jinlan Liao Junxiong's head in the jar to see if she could deceive something.

As soon as he walked up to the second floor, Huo Ran's expression suddenly froze.

The second floor is completely different from when I went upstairs just now. It's like...a different space.

The doors became tattered and even the floors turned into concrete.

The few people following behind were also stunned.

"This is……"

"Why did you suddenly become so broken?"

"Why is this style a bit nostalgic?" Zhao Bixian, the oldest, felt familiar. After putting down the jar, he looked at it carefully and pointed to the poster on the door. "Isn't this the most popular band more than ten years ago? Three In the 20s and 50s, posters of this band were plastered all over the streets of country Z!"

"Could it be that...we have traveled back in time?!"

"Time travel." Huo Ran repeated.

The word "travel" is very interesting.

Did the copy bring them back to this era to let them see what happened here?

If Liao Junxiong was indeed killed here, wouldn't they immediately know who the murderer was if the incident happened again?
Is this too simple?

Gradually, the originally silent second floor suddenly became noisy.

The aroma of hot pot spreads.

The original manager's office was gone, and everything was turned into a hotpot private room.

Zhao Bixian stood at the back, and he suddenly felt something was wrong behind him.

When he turned around, he screamed in surprise.

"Look, the stairs are gone!"

The stairs are missing.

It was replaced by a dirty green wall with a clock hanging on it.

It is now 17:25 in the afternoon.

They can't go back to the first floor.

At this time, the door of a private room opened, and a fashionably dressed woman came out.

She cursed: "...What a shabby shop, the hot pot is not as delicious as the swill."

A drunken man came out immediately behind the woman. He was wearing black short-sleeves and had a dragon tattoo stretching from his neck to his face. His face could not be seen.

He laughed happily and put his arm around the woman's shoulders: "The hot pot is indeed not that good, but his wine is the best!"

The woman snorted, shook off his hand, and complained: "I drink heavily all day long, how could I fall in love with such an alcoholic like you..."

She covered her nose in disgust, the disgust in her eyes almost overflowing.

"With you, we can only eat at the hot pot restaurant in the basement... Let's separate, this is the last time we see each other!"

The man wanted to stay, but because he drank too much, he couldn't catch up with her. He could only watch her back disappear through the iron gate at the end.

He leaned against the wall, the alcohol making him drowsy, and soon he began to snore.

"Tell me, can they see us?" Qiao Ke whispered.

Huo Ran entered the private room door where the two of them had just come out: "You'll know after you try it."

They thought that the decoration in the private room would be okay, and that being shabby was just the style of this hot pot restaurant.

However, when I came in, I saw that the private room was very small, with three round tables and a few benches.

Even eating hot pot is extremely crowded. Huo Ran sat calmly on the bench they had just left, glanced at the leftovers and a few wine bottles on the table, and then turned to stare at the little girl next door who was eating enthusiastically.

There was only the little girl and her mother at the table.

The little girl was dressed in rags, and there was only half a portion of meat, half a portion of vegetables, and a bag of noodles on the table.

The little girl ate the meat in the bowl: "Mom, can you go to someone else's house to eat next time? Their hot pot is so delicious."

Mom touched her head and said nothing.

This hot pot restaurant in the basement is the only one she can afford.

The upper floor of this hot pot restaurant is for people who have some money, while the basement is specially opened for people like them who have no money and want to eat hot pot.

All the meat and vegetables in the basement, including the bottom of the pot, are leftovers from the people on the upper floor.

The prices of the dishes in the basement are only half of those on the upper level, and you can even eat them if you pay.

For those who come here to eat, they don’t mind others eating leftovers, as long as they eat some.

Huo Ran said: "Little girl, can you give me a bite for my sister?"

The little girl didn't seem to hear anything and didn't even look at him.

Huo Ran reached out and touched her arm, and his hand went directly through her.

Huo Ran stood up and picked up the bench.

The bench was picked up easily.

It seems that it cannot touch people, but it can touch inanimate things.

The little girl saw the bench floating out of thin air and rubbed her eyes.

The bench was still on the ground, unchanged.

"It turns out I was wrong..." She ignored her misstep and ate the wilted vegetables.

Several people outside the door called her: "Come and look, the clock is moving so fast!"

Huo Ran looked at the only clock hanging on the green wall.

The hour hand actually moved as fast as the second hand.

The tattooed man who was sleeping on the ground just now was gone. Huo Ran turned around and looked inside the room. The mother and little girl eating hot pot were also gone. Even the hot pot was not clean.

"Everyone, please pay attention, we have to follow the plot," Huo Ran said, "Don't let go of the details."

Ji Zhixia snorted coldly: "Your parents are gone, but you are quite calm... What are you doing, internal strife?"

Huo Ran put the knife across his neck and pressed it tightly. As long as Ji Zhixia moved, the knife would cut his neck immediately.

"My parents will be fine, don't be so mean-mouthed," Huo Ran glanced at Qin Yong and Wu Chuanbai, "Although we are in the same camp for the time being, if anyone says anything that is not conducive to unity, my knife is quickly."

Before Ji Zhixia could think about admitting his mistake, Huo Ran had already put down the knife, as if nothing had happened.

Huo Ran looked in the direction of the iron gate coldly: "Don't even look at me, the tattooed man has appeared again."

The man staggered, clutching the wine bottle in his hand, and drunkenly pushed open a private room and entered.

He shouted: "Boss, order!"

Several people walked quickly and entered the private room.

"Will the coming boss be Li Jinlan?" Zhang Xuewei asked.

Ji Zhixia had just lost face with Huo Ran. He looked at Zhang Xuewei sideways and said, "If it were Li Jinlan, he would have called her boss's wife instead of boss. Don't forget how she called Li Jinlan in the mission... What an idiot."

Zhang Xuewei pushed up her glasses, not seeing him as well.

The door opened, and a tall, burly man wearing a white vest came in with a smile.

He said with a kind face: "Here you come? What do you want to eat today?"

　The next copy will most likely contain strange stories about ancient harem rules~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)