Sending a Letter

"Meow~"

A panda with a huge plate on its head interrupted the conversation between the two.

On the plate were several dishes ordered by Yi Zhu, as well as tea, all served at once.

What was even more amazing was that despite the fact that the dishes were full of soups and sauces, no matter how violently the panda shook its head, not a single drop of soup spilled from the plate on its head.

Yi Zhu stood up and placed the dishes on the table.

Chen Miemie had been hungry for a long time. "Shall we talk while we eat?"

"Sure. Try the fish here. It's fresh, spicy, and absolutely delicious."

Chen Miemie didn't stand on ceremony and immediately started eating with gusto.

He ate the fish, the cold dishes, and the shrimp, but he didn't touch the plate of honey-glazed barbecued pork.

"Hey, doesn't this dish suit your taste?"

Chen Miemie shook his head. "Suddenly my teeth hurt a bit. This meat sticks to my teeth. You can finish it."

As the one accompanying Chen Miemie for the meal, Yi Zhu wouldn't just sit there without touching his chopsticks. So he picked up a piece of the barbecued pork as Chen Miemie asked and took a bite. Then he nodded slightly. "The cooking time is well - controlled. The standard of this restaurant is quite consistent."

Chen Miemie continued to ask questions.

"Yi Zhu, you said your mother was bed - ridden because of an injury, right?"

"Yes."

"How did she get injured?"

"The woman my father married later was a childhood neighbor of my mother. Later, she became a maid in our family. Once, they went out together. But they didn't take shelter at dusk and encountered something strange. As a result, my mother was seriously injured."

"Do you know the more specific details of that encounter with the strange thing?" Chen Miemie interrupted.

"No, it was a long time ago. Later, I never heard the adults talk about it."

"Then do you think that the maid lady was responsible for that incident? After all, they went out together. Your mother was seriously injured, but she seemed to be okay."

"I've thought about it, but I'm not sure."

"Okay, next question. How did your father die?"

"Allegedly, it was a normal death."

"Allegedly?"

"Yes. It wasn't due to a fight, an injury, poisoning, or a terminal illness. The report from the clinic said that he died of overwork."

"So, you don't believe this statement, and neither does Yi Xian."

"We have to believe it. We haven't found any other reason."

"Why couldn't it be man - made?"

"My father was a cautious man. He didn't have any power and didn't compete for interests with others. He was just an ordinary clerk at work, and in the [mysterious] field, he was in a supporting role and didn't participate in battles. He basically had no enemies.

As for that woman, she wanted my father to live more than anyone else, because my father was the pillar of the family."

"What was the mysterious prototype of Yi Xian when she was at school?"

"Something like a super memory similar to photographic memory. She could remember everything she saw and heard. Even now, although she can't see, she still has the ability to move around on her own in familiar places."

"Okay, the last question. Why do you think Yi Xian has become the way she is now?"

Yi Zhu thought for a long time and finally gave an answer.

"After our mother passed away, there was a huge change in the family. I chose to leave that home, but she didn't. If that place became a painful one, then she endured six years of torture there."

After the meal and the conversation, they went back to their own homes.

After parting ways with Yi Zhu, Chen Miemie walked alone on the street, wandering aimlessly.

The streets of the Book - Sealing Library were novel to him. Everywhere was piled up with books, and each place was like a small scenic spot, full of fun.

By the time he strolled back to Fairy Tale Road, it was already 5 p.m.

As soon as he got home, a discussion session started.

Today, Bobo was the first to speak. It had been holding back all afternoon.

"That Yi Zhu can't be a chef. He asked the store to put three times the amount of sugar in that barbecued pork. I thought it was too sweet just by smelling it, but he ate it without changing his expression and even said the cooking was good."

Qinghua picked up Bobo.

Qinghua was the "Bobo administrator" at home. Sometimes, Bobo would drip oil when it moved around, making a mess everywhere, so it needed Qinghua to take care of it.

"Bobo, there's no contradiction here. He just can't taste sweetness, but he can still taste other flavors. The cooking of the barbecued pork only has to do with the texture, not the sweetness."

"Since we already know from his sister that he can't taste sweetness, why do we still need to test him?"

"The information from others has gone through a process of processing. We still need to see it with our own eyes."

After Bobo was dismissed, Loop took over the conversation.

"From Yi Zhu's choice of words, we can tell that he doesn't recognize his step - mother. He always calls her 'that woman'. And he said he only goes back home once a year, which shows that their relationship is very bad."

Qinghua raised a question. "Why does Yi Zhu know that his mother was injured, while Yi Xian, who spent more time at home and has a super memory, thought her mother was sick?"

Everyone chattered away, classifying the information they got from the siblings and pasting it on the wall, gradually sorting out the past of the Yi family.

"Okay, let's wait until evening and then decide whether to guard the store or go out for an investigation." Chen Miemie finally set the tone.

Next came the part that Chen Miemie had been looking forward to for a long time.

He led a group of strange creatures and opened the door, then went to the Five - Light Mailbox at the door.

He took out a colorless stamp and in front of the stamp, he lit five candles with different colors one by one.

In the pitch - black crack, five candle flames lit up. The five lights were like lively elves, intertwining and winding into a line.

The multicolored line was like a miniature rainbow. One end was connected to the five candles, and the other end penetrated into the stamp.

The black - and - white stamp was gradually dyed with colors from top to bottom.

When the candles burned to about 60%, the stamp completely turned into a multicolored one.

The content of Chen Miemie's first letter was very simple. It was a test letter.

There were only two simple lines on the white letter paper inside.

Hello:

This is a mysterious store that specializes in solving people's troubles. If you have any worries or wishes you want to fulfill, you can come here for consultation.

Chen Miemie pasted the multicolored stamp on a corner of the letter.

The old Five - Light Mailbox sensed the valid stamp, creaked, and trembled slightly. A multicolored light shone from the top and illuminated the ground in front of the mailbox.

The illuminated area was very small, exactly the size of a letter.

Chen Miemie put the letter in the illuminated area.

Five seconds after the light from the mailbox contacted the light from the stamp, the letter mysteriously disappeared in front of their eyes.

A group of people surrounded the mailbox, staring intently at its "belly", waiting for a letter to appear.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes.

"Where's the letter? Why isn't there a letter?" Chen Miemie looked at the [Forbidden Fruit Illustrated Book], which knew a little about it.

The [Forbidden Fruit Illustrated Book] was also very confused. "It shouldn't be like this. Chen Miemie, are you sure you didn't fill in the wrong recipient address? You filled in 19 Fairy Tale Road, right?"

"I saw it when Miemie filled in the address. He didn't fill it in wrong." Qinghua confirmed.

After waiting for four or five minutes, Chen Miemie ran out of patience and rolled his eyes.

"This is the 'Five - Light' level of mailing. I can't even send a letter to myself. Humph, it's no fun. Let's go back inside."

The [Forbidden Fruit Illustrated Book] floated in the air, shaking constantly. "It shouldn't be like this. How is it possible? The Five - Light Mailbox has never had a problem before."

The strange beings filed into the door one after another.

[Forbidden Fruit Illustrated Guide] was lingering and reluctant to give up. It still wanted to conduct some research.

Just as Loop, who was walking second from the last, stepped one foot into the store.

"Thud~"

A soft sound rang out.

"Mail has arrived! There's mail in the mailbox!" [Forbidden Fruit Illustrated Guide] shouted.

Everyone came out again.

They made way, and Chen Miemie stepped forward to open the mailbox.

A letter appeared in the box.

It was an apricot-colored letter.

It was marked "To be delivered to No. 19, Fairy Tale Road".

Chen Miemie picked up the letter and turned to face the strange beings.

"The stamp is mine, but this isn't the letter I sent out."

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