Chapter 444 Uncle Luo's Discovery
Bald He was brought to a dark room, where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. There was only dead silence. Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded faintly in the darkness: "What's going on?"
Bald He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I really don't know what's going on! This He Feng is too powerful. All of us are no match for him."
The woman was silent for a while, as if she was thinking about something, then she suddenly raised her head, stared at the bald He with sharp eyes, and asked, "Have you told He Feng everything the teacher told you to do?"
Bald He waved his hands quickly and explained anxiously: "Absolutely not! I just told him the name of a bookstore and asked him to check there when the time comes."
Although the woman knew that what Bald He said was indeed correct, she still looked at him with some concern and warned him, "Remember, you must be careful when speaking next time. He Feng is not an ordinary person. He is very smart and can easily find clues from what you say."
Bald He nodded timidly, and then was taken away.
At this time, the woman who came out was actually Ma Xin. She raised her lips slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "It's getting more and more interesting, He Feng, you are really getting more and more interesting to me now."
At this moment, a man came over, looked at Ma Xin, and said with disdain: "This bald He is simply a waste. Look at his cowardly appearance."
Ma Xin smiled indifferently and said, "What does it matter? After they get out, I will deal with them myself. Isn't it more interesting now?"
The man looked at Ma Xin expressionlessly and said in a serious tone: "Remember what I just said, now is not the time for you to show up, understand?"
Ma Xin was sitting quietly, but after hearing this, she suddenly stood up like an enraged beast. A gleaming knife appeared in her hand, and in the blink of an eye it was against the man's neck.
"Remember, I'm not the obedient girl who lets others push me around!" Ma Xin's voice was cold and resolute. "If it happens again, I can't guarantee that this knife won't really stab into your neck!"
The man was obviously a little surprised by Ma Xin's sudden action, but he quickly regained his composure. He nodded slowly and said, "I understand. This is all for your safety. But let me do it. I can still handle this kind of small matter."
Ma Xin glared at him, then put away the knife. "Alright, I know how to act, and I don't need you to tell me what to do. No one can control me!"
After saying that, Ma Xin looked outside and said to himself, "It's almost time. I should go back. Is Baldy here? Let's lock him up for a day and then let him out."
The subordinates nodded quickly and said, "Got it."
Ma Xin turned and left. When she reached the door, she stopped and looked outside. At this moment, it was still early and there were few people on the street. She thought to herself, "It's still early, why not go have a drink first. By the way, there seems to be a restaurant called Uncle Luo nearby, I wonder if it's open at this time. I'm a little hungry..."
Ma Xin walked slowly and finally stopped at the door of Uncle Luo's humble restaurant. It was late at night and most shops were closed, but Uncle Luo's restaurant was still brightly lit and the door was open, as if waiting for every returning guest.
Ma Xin smiled slightly and thought to himself, "An old man in his seventies has nothing better to do than to open a small restaurant. I don't know how good his cooking skills are. Why not go in and taste some food today to see what's so special about Uncle Luo's cooking skills?"
Pushing the door open, Ma Xin walked in, and Uncle Luo immediately came to greet him. Seeing that it was Ma Xin, Uncle Luo showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Oh, it's Comrade Ma Xin, why are you here so late today? Did you work overtime again?"
Ma Xin coughed lightly, his voice a little hoarse: "Uncle Luo, my throat is not feeling well today, maybe I have a cold, so I won't talk much. But I am a little hungry now."
Uncle Luo looked Ma Xin up and down, and felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. In the end, he decided to satisfy Ma Xin's needs first: "Okay, write down what you want to eat in this little notebook, and I'll cook it for you in a while."
Uncle Luo handed Ma Xin a worn-out menu. Ma Xin didn't think much about it, took the book, and began to write down the dishes he wanted to eat the most. He thought, in the busy detention center, where can I have the opportunity to taste such authentic food? Today, I can finally feast on it.
Ma Xin didn't think deeply about it, and handed the menu he had written to Uncle Luo, and said casually: "Uncle Luo, thank you for your help."
Uncle Luo took the menu without thinking much about it. Although he knew that He Feng had some suspicions about Ma Xin, he still had to eat before he had solid evidence.
However, when Uncle Luo saw what Ma Xin wrote, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant, but he didn't show it. He just looked at Ma Xin and asked, "It's better to put less chili, right?"
Ma Xin was about to nod in agreement, but suddenly changed her mind. She shook her head and said, "No, that won't work. I like spicy food. I need to add more chili."
Uncle Luo nodded and said, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, look at my memory. I almost forgot that He Feng doesn't like spicy food. I am old and confused. I remembered it wrong. I am getting older and my brain is getting worse and worse."
After that, Uncle Luo turned and walked into the kitchen, ready to start cooking. Ma Xin didn't say anything more, just sat there quietly waiting, after all, she was indeed a little hungry.
After Uncle Luo returned to the kitchen, he put the menu written by Ma Xin aside, thinking that he should cook the dishes first before doing anything else.
Uncle Luo skillfully heated the oil in the wok and stir-fried the ingredients. An alluring aroma filled the kitchen. He scooped out the cooked dishes and carefully placed them on the dining table: "Ma Xin, I'll get you some rice. Wait a moment."
Ma Xin looked at Uncle Luo's busy figure, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She nodded gratefully: "I'm really sorry to bother you, Uncle Luo. You are so kind to me."
Uncle Luo brought a bowl of steaming hot rice and placed it in front of Ma Xin. "Ma Xin, why haven't I seen He Feng for a while? Did he go out for something? Why didn't he come to eat? Is he worried about something?"