Dressed in a night robe, Mo Qilin was as swift as a monkey, shuttling through the wilderness in the far suburbs.

There were a lot of dark whistles around here, far beyond his imagination. But who is Mo Qilin? Born as a detective and experienced in the army, although these secret sentinels surprised him, they could not stop him.

Gradually, deeper and deeper.

Mo Qilin has a good hand of night vision. In the early years, when he was still working as a detective in the north, he stole the magic core of an eighth-order demonic beast blue-eyed golden-eyed beast, and refined it into an elixir.

No one knew what this blue-eyed beast looked like, at least in the information he could find at the time, there was no clear record. I finally found a few pictures, and each one seemed to be different, and they all didn't look very reliable.

People only know that this eighth-order demonic beast is called the Blue-Eyed Golden-eyed Beast, refining its demon core - in Bai Yujing's words, it is called Neidan - refining its Inner Dan, it can give birth to clairvoyance, dark night vision, and it will be like day.

Others don't know if it's true or not, because in his hometown, there is only one in the palace. No one knows when it was passed down, but people always feel that this statement does not seem so reliable.

Once, when the royal family gave gifts to other countries, they gave away this magic core together, and this gift was robbed.

Mo Qilin has made a contribution to solving the case, although many things have been dropped by the robbers, but they have been found nine times out of ten after all. And Mo Qilin himself secretly saved this demon core.

After a long period of refining, he finally extracted the essence and neutralized it with a variety of drugs to become a slow-release elixir, and Mo Qilin took it.

There was no clairvoyance, nor did night vision, but his myopia was cured. Earlier, he was a little short-sighted, and he always needed glasses to let Mo Qilin see clearly, but now he finally doesn't need glasses.

After all, being a detective, glasses are still quite inconvenient. Furthermore, it has the function of seeing through the fog and dust.

Although Mo Qilin scolded angrily at that time, after all, he was cured of myopia without taking much risk, which is also a good thing.

The book returns to the text, although there is some mist in the suburbs at this time, which makes it difficult to see the distance, but Mo Qilin is an exception. He could see clearly that there was such a tall chimney in the distance, as if it was some kind of processing plant. And his destination, exactly there.

Suddenly, Mo Qilin heard a faint singing. A woman's voice, it doesn't sound very old, the voice is from extremely weak, gradually getting louder, although it is not much, but for the detective-born Mo Qilin, it is indeed clearly heard:

"Roasted wheat went out on the expedition and lost his life,

Pie returned to the camp and brought rescuers,

The steel helmet sat in the treasure tent of the Chinese army,

Hair fire for the front of the vanguard.

moved a whole hundred thousand hanging oven baked cakes,

Buckwheat flour cakes urged grain to hold the back camp.

The red helmets roared earth-shatteringly,

It didn't take long to come to Mantou City.

Millet flour cake on the camp village,

opened several company camps of Steamed Twist.

The pot cake knelt in the treasure tent of the Chinese army,

Zun turned his head and listened to the prince.

Flower cake bee cake mille-feuille,

Invited the big eight pieces of gluttony to use the knife soldiers.

Walnut crisp, to the mouth crisp brother and son,

Thin muffins and thick muffins.

Chicken fat cake, jujube flowers, sisters and sons,

Two brothers, peach shortbread and oil cake.

There are several triangular eyebrows, two or five eyes,

Hibiscus cake noodles are red.

Trough cake rode a Saqi horse,

The yellow bar is in your hand.

The drum cover is like popping beans,

The furnace slammed into the cracks.

The twist soldiers brought four cannons,

Jiang Mi Tiao'er was taken aback when he heard this.

Taishi Biscuit has no choice but to lower the incense,

Invited a bald gluttonous with magical powers.

set up a four-door bag bottom eight treasures to accumulate stuffed bun array,

It just looks like a mille-feuille cake with three layers.

The four gates guard the fried ghost,

Hang a red light above the dried cake.

The head of the wowo is in the center of the earth,

The meat fire was set up in the southern fire.

Due west Gengxin gold flat food to make trouble,

Due north, the water crystal cake is even more fierce.

Due oriental hard noodles gluttony,

He sacrificed the bracelet in the air.

When the moon cake shines like day,

Knock a rice cake veteran into the fray.

Silk Cake went to break the formation in a rage,

When I entered the battle, I met the round eyes and baked cakes.

Sugar Ears was defeated and fled for his life,

Honey Twist stood in the middle of the formation and shouted.

He said that the hot dumplings died in the cage drawer,

Boiling dumplings and jumping into the river to save their lives.

Just count the egg rolls, thin and crispy to die bitterly,

A big hole in the head.

The bean paste cake was startled when she heard it,

Miss Milk Roll burst into tears.

When the silk cake heard this, he withdrew the people,

The honey twist flower shouted in the array.

If someone breaks through the gluttonous array,

Unless it's a hungry diaphragm that comes to gnaw on a flat earth. ”

"Ink dart head, it's too far away!" After singing a small song, his voice suddenly changed and turned into a recitation of an opera tone.

It's still the same female voice, and I still can't tell from what direction and distance it came from.

"It seems that Mo's whereabouts have been discovered!" Mo Qilin stabilized his mind and didn't seem to care, "Since that's the case, then let's talk openly, why do you want to hide it?"

"Mo Darthead, the little woman is not married yet, so late in the middle of the night, she has a private meeting with a strange man and the wilderness, if this is known to others......" It is still the female voice, and it is still the tone of the opera, "Wouldn't that damage the name of the slave family!"

"You really talk a lot of nonsense...... Mo Qilin muttered, and then raised his eyebrows, thinking about it.

"You're not in a hurry, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry, let's just chat, how about it?" Mo Qilin suddenly got up with a hippie smile, sat down on the ground, and took out a flannel bag from his arms.

"Okay!" Nian Bai voice came again.

I saw Mo Qilin take out a small iron plate from the flannel bag and put it on the ground, then took out a pipe, a press rod, a match, a tong, a scraper, and a small leather bag from the bag, poured out a small handful of tobacco from the small leather bag, and put it in the iron plate.

"Don't worry, girl, wait for Mo to light a bucket of cigarettes first. ”

Mo Qilin said, picking up the pipe and scraper, carefully scraping the remaining soot in the bucket pot.

This pipe is in excellent condition, made of heather root, full of curved and strange gold lines, and the gold of the quilt is shining. Looking at the carbonization traces in the bucket pot part, it obviously took a long time.

After Mo Qilin scraped the bucket pot, he was not in a hurry at all, and slowly picked up the tong strip and cleaned up the e-cigarette oil in the flue.

After cleaning the pipe, Mo Qilin began to slowly rub the tobacco again, and seemed to be talking to himself while rubbing, and seemed to be explaining to the female voice:

"Many people say that "stuffed" tobacco, and the word "stuffed" is one of the worst notions of smoking pipes. ”

As he spoke, Mo Qilin gently put loose tobacco into his pipe.

"Load the loose tobacco into the bucket and flush it with the top of the bucket, and press the tobacco down to one-third of the bucket with your fingers or with a pressure stick. Fill the top of the bucket with tobacco and press it to about half a bucket. Refill the tobacco and press it to about three-quarters of a bucket. ”

As he spoke, he pressed the tobacco little by little according to what he said.

"Press the tobacco with your fingers to check if it is elastic, if it is not elastic, it means that it is too tight, be sure to remove and refill, if it is still loose, then press lightly a few times. ”

I tried the feel and seemed to be very satisfied, then I picked up my pipe, picked up a match, and struck one.

Ignition is a two-step process, first take a match around the edge of the pot around the flow circle, slowly burn the surface of the tobacco out of a burning layer, then many tobacco will stand up and gently flatten them with a pressure stick. This is the basis for whether this bucket of cigarettes smokes smoothly and fragrantly. ”

"Then the actual ignition is done, which involves smoldering the tobacco for more than 30 minutes. Lighting a fire with a match is one of the great pleasures of pipe smoking, and the pipe smoking competition in my hometown is that each person is given the same type of pipe, the same amount of tobacco, plus two matches, and then they smoke it longer. ”

"Mr. Mo is so elegant!" The female voice is still in the same white tone, but at this time the title has changed to "Mr. Mo", and it seems that he is not angry at all for his grinding and chirping behavior, but a little respectful.

"Smoking cold and slow fire is the key to smoking a pipe, and the pipe must not be hot in order to make the tobacco slowly smolder, and only then can the extreme taste of tobacco be smoked. If the pipe is too hot, just stop and smoke it when it's cold. ”

"The pipe has to be smoked short and slowly to enjoy the aroma of tobacco. If your pipe is hot, it means that you are not only burning tobacco but also burning your pipe when you smoke it. ”

"Hahaha! Mr. Mo is amazing!" the female voice said coldly.

"By the way, Mo has a question. Mo Qilin slowly took a puff of his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke, "What song did the girl sing just now?"

"Gluttonous Needle" is a folk tune in the suburbs. ”

"Why is there so much food in the song "Gluttonous Array"?"

"The people live on food. ”

"Then why is there a fight over food?"

"If you want food, can you not fight?" Suddenly, the female voice no longer spoke, but said a serious sentence.

"If you want food, you have to fight...... Well, kind of interesting. I think we can talk about it. Mo Qilin suddenly stood up, "Show up." ”

"Reason. ”

"When I was young, I used to kill people in the street for a glutton. ”

"Not enough. ”

"That man is the prince. ”。

"Heading towards the chimney, we'll meet. The female voice suddenly became serious, "I'll remove the mist array for you." ”

"No, Mo is not blind. Mo Qilin said, and walked straight in the direction of the chimney.