There's another one more conspiracy to add, but my takeaway is still nowhere to be found. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info The nights in June are no longer cool, and the hot and dry wind makes people feel bored. The shadows of the trees and the lake lay in a dignified place not far away, and I looked at them, hoping to draw some peace from them. Here, I can only pray that this chaotic chain of events will finally point to the truth.

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At about ten o'clock, I walked to the restaurant. It's late now, and the restaurant is closed. Although the lights were still on, the roller shutter door was halfway down, and the tables and chairs in the lobby had been put away, and it looked empty from the door. According to the takeaway uncle, there should be an account room to settle accounts in it. Outside, an uncle stood at the door, lighting a cigarette and looking around anxiously. The man appeared to be in his forties, of medium build, wearing a wide white camisole on top, a pair of large dark blue trousers, and a pair of toe pinched compromises underneath. He seemed to be very relaxed after a long day's work, and if I hadn't bothered him, he would have been carrying a bench with a beer bottle and a little bit of a tree with the bookkeeper in the morning.

I thought this person should be a takeaway uncle, so I walked up to me and asked, "Hello, may I ask..."

When this man saw me coming, his wandering gaze suddenly gathered. This reaction convinced me of my suspicions, but just as I was about to say hello, my uncle ran up to me and said to me:

"Classmate, cook, he hasn't come back yet, and the phone can't get through, is this... really something?"

The cook hasn't come back yet? What kind of routine is this? Although I made up a very bluffing story, although it is good to tell this lie to be rounded. But is this development really okay? Won't an unrecognizable corpse really be found after a while? Why is there such a strong sense of déjà vu here? Well, calm down, there is no ghost of a delivery man here, and there is no death delivery for people's lives. Putting aside these bluffing stories, the problem is very simple: a cook loses contact for no more than half an hour. That's all.

After a fierce struggle, I forced myself to calm down. There may be many situations in which the cook did not come back, and it is understandable that the takeaway uncle was at a loss and was scared half to death by himself. But if I, as an expert, got messed up because of this, it would be ridiculous. If you think about it, I'm not Yang Gao, but this level of anomaly doesn't mean anything at all.

"Master, please calm down first, take 10,000 steps back and say, just if you see that takeaway, you won't die."

"Whew~" The takeaway uncle exhaled heavily, looking much calmer. So I took the opportunity to take the conversation and asked, "Master, think about it first, that cook, where does he usually go at this time?" A lot of things aren't necessarily right now. ”

"Baby, are you saying I might be mistaken?"

"Quite possibly." I nodded and admitted, "Come to think of it, you've been working here for a few years, but you've never seen anything really go wrong. We have talented people in our school, and as far as I know, there are no less than 10 people who are paying attention to this right now. ”

After listening to my words, the uncle wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and said, "Classmate, what you said is reasonable, maybe he is just delaying on the road... Usually, if the bookkeeper gets off work early, the most he can do at this point is to go to the bookkeeper's house to drink." ”

I noticed an unnatural panic flashing across the uncle's face, so I realized it instantly. I'm afraid that the takeaway uncle has already decided in his heart that this cook is being troubled by someone on the issue of gutter oil. After all, there is only so much swill, and it is always a question of who can use it and who can't. As far as I'm concerned, if that's the case, that's fine, it's just...

With some inexplicable apprehension, I asked, "Is there a good relationship between the cook and the bookkeeper?" Do they often drink together? ”

"Iron very? The cook is a stuffy gourd, and he usually doesn't talk to anyone, but with the bookkeeper. Didn't I say it before, sometimes when the bookkeeper was busy late, he would cook a bowl of noodle soup and bring it to the bookkeeper's mother. ”

It turns out that the uncle is still in a panic. But in this case, there is a question: "The cook is out to drink again, and he is serving noodles to the old man, so he is not at home every day, doesn't his wife complain?" ”

"Cut~" The uncle turned his head and spat out, and replied, "That sullen person hasn't courted his mother-in-law yet." ”

"What about the bookkeeper?"

"He's got mixed up."

Uncle's reaction made me realize something: "Listen to what you said, this chef is usually very popular in the store?" ”

"It's a bit of a meaning, in fact, there's nothing wrong with this person, it's just a little greedy and cheap, and he likes to follow three melons and two dates or something. In addition, this person is very picky, and he is reluctant to put a little more oil when cooking for the people in the store. ”

is greedy for small and cheap, especially picky, then this person must be very selfish. It's just that why would a selfish person care so much about his friends? I thought about it for a moment, and then said, "This cook is so good at the accounting room, but what is the origin? ”

The uncle scratched his head and replied, "I don't know much about this, I heard that the two of them have been mixed together since childhood..."

Is that so? Maybe I've got something. I took a slight step back, bowed slightly, and said, "Master, forgive me for asking trivial. It's just that strange things often target the weakness of the human heart, and the more inaccessible a person's thoughts are, the more they will provoke such unclean things. So after many snoops, it is really helpless, and I hope that you will be Haihan, master. ”

The takeaway uncle waved his hand and responded, "I know." "It doesn't seem to be a concern.

At this time, there was the sound of footsteps in the restaurant, and then the lights went out, and a tall and thin man walked out. He first looked around, then turned to face the uncle and asked, "Cook, he hasn't come back yet?" ”

The uncle nodded silently, so the bookkeeper looked at me again and said, "You are the student?" ”

"It's me." I replied.

"You know something." The voice of the bookkeeper was a little cold.

I ignored the question and asked him, "You often get off work late because you have to settle accounts, so the cook cooks noodle soup and brings it to your mother, and this seems to be no problem... ”

"Of course, it's also taking care of the elderly over there, why do you ask about this kind of thing?"

Nothing, just make sure you're green.