Setting aside his envy of that bastard Lu Yang's romantic luck, Meng Jingzhou and Lu Yang were still the closest of friends.
"Come to think of it, nothing's happened to us lately when we've gone out." Meng Jingzhou fished out a piece of duck blood, bringing up the outings the two of them had taken in their spare time.
"Like when we went to be judges together, or went up the mountain for fun, or to the beach..."
Lu Yang thought back on those outings. Every time, there had been a murder case: a locked-room killing, a crime where everyone had an alibi, or a killer with no clues left behind.
The killer might have been cunning, their methods inscrutable and hard to fathom, but who was Lu Yang? As the Undying Immortal's strategist, how could any killer escape him?
Lu Yang simply had Tang Chuanwu reverse time to the moment of his suicide. The truth naturally came to light, and he could even save someone in the process.
The only problem was that Meng Jingzhou couldn't remember a thing that had happened.
"I told you, it's pure coincidence when something happens to us on an outing. See? Nothing's happened the last few times."
Lu Yang nodded vigorously, agreeing that Old Meng was right.
As they ate hotpot, Lu Yang cooked meat, vegetables, and tofu skin, while Meng Jingzhou cooked pig's blood, duck blood, and ox blood. They had no overlap at all, so there was no fighting over food, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Thanks to Lu Yang's romantic luck, by the time they finished eating, Meng Jingzhou was so angry his complexion had turned rosy.
As they went down the mountain, Lu Yang walked along, mulling things over.
"Old Meng's move of casually slicing open space to fetch