But, in the wooden box, it was empty!

I was shocked, my arms were shaking, although there was nothing in this wooden box, but the smell of blood in this wooden box was so strong that I was faintly disgusting to smell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Syllable! I closed the wooden box and turned to walk away quickly.

My heart was pounding, and I was afraid that someone would catch up with me behind me, and I was relieved when I ran to the front door of the brightly lit restaurant.

Feng Po's wooden box must contain something! Maybe he often pretends to be a dead body, otherwise why would there be such a strong smell of blood?

And the uncle in the suit also said that the mulberry tree in Feng Po's yard was watered with human blood, and those chickens were raised with human flesh!

Thinking of this, I jerked my head up and looked at this high-end restaurant, and a boundless fear bounced from my heart to my whole body.

This restaurant can't sell human flesh, right?

On Feng Po's tricycle, the secret of the wooden box has not been discovered for the time being, and I still can't figure out what is in the box when she comes home every night, but I can completely enter this restaurant and see what Feng Po is doing at the moment!

At this moment, I think of the black shop opened by Sun Erniang in the Water Margin, as well as the black shop in the Dragon Gate Inn, when I go in like this tonight, will I be chopped into minced meat?

Thinking of this, I took out my mobile phone and called Chen Wei.

"Brother Chen, I'll discuss something with you."

"What's the matter? Don't want to extend the vacation, give you three days off, it's already the limit! ”

I said no, I just want to tell you, if I call you before eight o'clock tomorrow morning to report that you are safe, then it will be fine, if after eight o'clock, I haven't called you, then please help me call the police.

After saying that, I hung up directly, and in less than three seconds, Chen Wei dialed again, I didn't answer, just turned off the phone, and then walked into this sea cucumber museum.

As soon as I entered, the waiter enthusiastically asked me how many I few. After sitting down, I said that there was only one, the waiter brought the menu, and after I ordered a few kinds of seafood, I suddenly asked: Eh, little sister, are all your seafood freshly made? I don't eat frozen.

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, our seafood here is all alive and freshly made, you can rest assured."

I said, "Then order these things first, and you can take me to your back kitchen to have a look, and I have to verify it."

I went to the back kitchen, not to verify whether the seafood was alive or dead, I just wanted to see what Feng Po was doing.

The waiter said happily: Okay, sir, come with me.

Standing up, I quietly pulled out a dinner knife from the set of tableware, although it was not very sharp, but it was still no problem to use it for self-defense.

In the back kitchen, I saw the abalone and lobster they kept in the pool, which were indeed alive, no wonder the waiter was full of confidence when he spoke.

I pretended to be very satisfied, with my hands behind my back, like a leader inspecting, not to mention, quite stylish, so that the group of young chefs were terrified, thinking that this was another shareholder of the restaurant to inspect.

Slowly, I walked deeper into the back kitchen, and the waiter was stunned for a moment and asked me: Sir, there is no seafood over there, can you please go back with me?

I smiled and said: Little sister, if your cold storage is located here, and the catering ingredients are all frozen, then I can't say, right?

The waiter's face seems to have an expression that you are obviously a 2b.

But she forced a smile and did not have a seizure, after all, in front of her, I am God.

When I was walking around just now, I almost looked at the back kitchen, and this small alley was missing, and according to my impression, this small alley should be the direction leading to the back door of the restaurant.

Just as I walked into this small alley, suddenly a strong smell of blood came to my nose, accompanied by a strong sense of coldness.

The waiter couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, frowned and said, "Sir, let's go back, there's nothing to see."

I didn't speak, I covered my nose and walked on, and when I came to a small house in front of me, I looked sideways and retched.

"Gross!"

On the floor of this room, there was a large pool of red blood! In the corner of the room, I even saw a clump of black hair, and there were very fine nail shavings on the floor.

"Sir, this is the slaughterhouse, usually the cooks kill chickens and bullfrogs here, let's go." The waiter's face changed.

I forcibly resisted the churning sensation in my stomach and took a closer look, the room was equipped with a cistern, and the floor was covered with white tiles, as if it was specially used for cleaning, but what was the matter with the small handful of hair in the corner, and the nail clippings on the ground?

I hurriedly walked forward, and when I came to the end, I didn't find any trace of Feng Po, at this time, I had already reached the back door, and it happened that a young chef in his early twenties, carrying his pants and full of cigarette smell, came in through the back door.

Looking at his appearance, he should have taken advantage of the toilet to smoke a cigarette.

"Hey, buddy, did you just see an old lady?" I asked as I grabbed his arm sharply.

He was stunned, pointed to the back door, and said, "Just left."

I turned around and ran towards the back door, and the waiter shouted, "Oh, sir...

I didn't look back, and said loudly: Thank you, little sister, I'll eat again next time!

I ran out of the restaurant and saw that Feng Po's tricycle was gone, and there was no trace of Feng Po in the backyard of the restaurant, so I chased all the way out of the street, stood on the street and turned around, and finally saw Feng Po, but she rode a tricycle and slowly arrived at the end of the street, turned a corner, and disappeared from my sight.

I thought to myself, if I walked to chase, it would definitely be too late, so I stopped a car and reported the name of the hotel, since I couldn't stop Feng Po, then I ran in front of her to find out.

It turns out that four wheels do run faster than three.

When I arrived at the hotel, I was still standing on the second floor, carefully staring at the intersection of the road back to Sanghuai Village.

Her left hand turned white again, like the hand of a thirty-year-old woman!

I slapped my thigh and said to myself: That's the problem!

Feng Po rode her tricycle every night to the restaurant, and before she arrived at the restaurant, I found that her hands were dry, and now when I came out of the restaurant, I found that her left hand was full again.

And, I figured out one thing!

The uncle in the suit didn't seem to lie to me, he said that the chickens raised by Feng Po were all four-eyed doormen made with witchcraft, and I felt that this made sense.

First, we followed Feng Po for two consecutive days, and we were all discovered, whether he followed or I followed, it would definitely leak, and the crux of the problem happened to be that one person was following Feng Po at the same time, and the other person sneaked into Feng Po's home, which made me wonder who among the two of us leaked.

Second, the bald old man said that the uncle in the suit did not go to Feng Po's house at all, but said a few words to the old donkey at the head of the village.

But now I figured out that the bald old man was going to kill me, and what he said was absolutely false, and on the other hand, that is to say, the four-eyed doorman technique that the man in the suit said may not be made up, it is indeed true.

Tonight, no one went to Feng Po's house, and I followed Feng Po alone, and she didn't find it at all, so it is very likely that those chickens are the four-eyed doorman, and whenever someone sneaks into Feng Po's house, Feng Po will sense it.

Now that this problem is understood, the next step is how to avoid the eyeliner of those chickens and how to successfully sneak into Feng Po's house.

I was somewhat comforted in my heart, and the next morning, before eight o'clock, I made a phone call to Chen Wei, in which he beat me hard, the more he scolded, the more I felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, the more moved.

Chen Wei has always been concerned about my safety, perhaps this is not only the responsibility of the boss to his subordinates, but also the affection that the two of us have cultivated by drinking together.

I rushed to Sanghuai Village, and before I arrived in the village, I heard a sound of beating gongs and drumming suona from afar.

Dead in the village again?