Su San chatted in the apartment for a while, and Zhao Qingping said, "Miss Su, it will take a while for this upstairs to be cleaned up." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info It seems that you need to live in another place temporarily, of course, if this happens, you can even surrender the rent. ”

Su San chose the Zhao family apartment because it is a prosperous neighborhood, not far from the newspaper office, and life is very convenient, mainly because the rent in the attic is cheap, the tenants are decent people, and they live very comfortably, of course, they don't want to move out like this, so they hurriedly said: "I'm used to living here, and I'll come back when it's cleaned up." ”

"Where does Miss Su live now?"

Mrs. on the second floor asked.

"Borrow it from a friend for the time being."

"Hey, Mrs. Yuan, your original house is not rented out, it is better to rent it to Miss Su for a while, it is always not casual to live in a friend's house." Mrs. on the second floor is clearly a warm-hearted person.

"My house is in Furong, the place is chaotic, and a cultured lady can't look down on it, yes, Miss Su."

"If the rent is cheap, I'll rent it. That friend was also introduced by someone else, and he stayed for a few days temporarily, and he was afraid that he would come to what was right and wrong after living for a long time. ”

"Unfortunately, my house was rented out. Oh, that's a coincidence. ”

Zhao Qingping smiled a little awkwardly.

When Su San left, he glanced back at Zhao Qingping standing at the top of the stairs, directing the workers to be busy.

This Mrs. Yuan is very interesting, she doesn't want to rent a house for so many reasons for herself. and Feng Weihua, suddenly he has a big temper, Su San goes out early and returns to work late every day, but he just saw Feng Weihua and them walking under the stairs on the first floor to play cards, it turns out that he doesn't like others to go to his house? These people are really weird.

Su San bought two baked cakes at a street shop, wrapped them in an oiled paper bag and returned to Xiao Qin's residence. Xiao Qin didn't give her the key, so she knocked on the door.

No one opened the door, and Su San remembered that Xiao Qin was also a part-time doctor, and she herself was actually a doctor at St. Mary's Hospital, maybe she was on duty tonight? Isn't there nowhere to go?

What to do? She thought about it, and it was better to return to the club for an extra night shift, and by the way, she would finish writing tomorrow's number, and maybe she would be able to catch up with the night shift typesetting.

She walked downstairs with a briefcase in one hand and an oiled paper bag in the other. Xiao Qin's apartment is in Daxingli, not far from Julaida Road, where Su San originally lived. Su San's newspaper office turned on Fumin Road in Lane 805 of Julaida Road, and wherever he went, he had to cross Julaida Road. Su San's delay was already dark, and when he walked to the vicinity of Lane 805, he saw that the snack stall in front of him was up, Su San sniffed, and his heart was overjoyed, the familiar smell: the mixed fragrance of lard sesame oil and chives.

It's great that the wonton stall is here.

Su San walked over quickly. It was that girl again, who was cooking wontons, and when she saw her coming over, she pursed her lips and smiled.

The stall is on the side of the road, and there are four small tables under the street lamps, where several women are sitting eating wontons.

As soon as Su San sat down, he felt a little chilled all over, and his surroundings were filled with the rotten smell of dirt and a little bit of stench.

She hurriedly looked around, there was no stinky water flowing in the sewers, and it didn't rain today, why was there such a big smell of fresh humus. The orphanage where Su San lived when she was a child had a large vegetable field, and the children often went to the vegetable field to help, and she was very familiar with the smell of this soil.

Four tables, plus eight people sat in her.

The seven were all women, some wearing cheongsam, some wearing evening dresses, probably dancers on the night shift, but they couldn't see their faces clearly when they were steaming around.

The smell was a little choking, Su Sandong looked around for a long time and didn't find the source of the smell, and then suddenly the aroma came to her face, and the girl brought the wontons to her. Su San let out a sigh of relief, and said in his heart, it is still important to eat, and don't care about anything else.

She took a sip of wonton soup first, then opened the oiled paper packet and took out the baked cakes and began to eat the wontons.

The remaining seven women were all eating wontons with their heads down, and they didn't make a sound at all.

This is a bustling neighborhood, but at this moment it seems to have been cleared, there are no pedestrians, no sound, only the yellow-red flames under the big iron pot of the wonton stall licking the bottom of the pot, and the girl is carrying a big iron spoon in her hand and gently stirring in the pot to make a gurgling sound.

It's so quiet. Su San drank the last mouthful of soup and raised his head unsatisfied, and said in his mouth: "Collect the money." ”

"It's strange, why are they gone?"

Su San found that the women were gone, leaving only a bare table with not a single bowl on it.

The girl who sold the wontons saw that she was eating deliciously, so she came and poured a large spoonful of soup into her empty bowl.

Su San thanked him and tore up the baked cakes and put them in the bowl, a young lady can eat a big bowl of wonton and two baked cakes, which is really embarrassing.

So Su San explained: "I haven't eaten well since last night, something happened at home yesterday, and I was busy all night, and now I'm really tired and hungry." ”

The girl nodded and said, "I remember you, I heard that the Zhao family's apartment caught fire last night." ”

"Yes, it's a toss-up."

Su San took another sip of soup beautifully: "The girl is so diligent, and she cleans up really neatly." ”

The girl smiled and said, "How can you do a small business if you are not diligent?" The dancing ladies just now were also regular customers, and they took the initiative to bring me bowls after eating, so I could save a lot of trouble. ”

"Miss Mai." Su San thought of those corpses, so he asked tentatively: "The girl's stall usually comes out at this time, are there many dance ladies who come to eat wontons?" ”

"It's quite a lot, this Chenguang, they will eat and go to work, and those who get off work in the early morning will come to eat supper. It's really hard, it's not easy to make money these days. ”

The two of them chatted casually, and then they heard Feng Weihua's voice coming: "Miss Su, what are you doing?" ”

Su San turned around and saw Feng Weihua standing aside, looking at him with horror in his eyes.

Immediately, there seemed to be a cut in the side, and various sounds also came:

Horn Horn Horn ...... The sound of a car horn.

"Cigarettes should be cut, cigarettes should be cut ......"

"That night the wind blew coolly, the nightingale sang sadly, the flowers under the moon fell asleep, only the night came to the fragrance, spit out the fragrance..."

She pointed to her bowl and said, "The wontons are delicious, do you want Mr. Feng to ......?"

She stopped before she could finish speaking, because the table in front of her was only an oiled paper bag, and there were no bowls at all.

"This girl is so nimble with her hands and feet. Did Mr. Feng eat dinner? ”

"Miss Su, who were you talking to just now?"

"Oh, that's the girl from this wonton stand."

Su San turned to the wonton stand, and her eyes widened because the wonton stand was also gone! There's no way this girl could have gone so fast! Besides, can the steaming iron pot and stove be taken away at once?

Su San stood up in fright: "Mr. Feng, you really didn't see anyone else?" ”

"No, just look at what you're talking about sitting here alone, but there's no one across from you at all, Miss Su, what's wrong with you?"

"No, I obviously ate a bowl of lard and two baked cakes, hey, why are my baked cakes still here? It's really strange, it's gone, just now there were seven people dressed as dance ladies sitting here eating wontons, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye. ”

"Seven...... Miss Dance? Feng Weihua's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, I guess, when I asked the girl at the wonton stand, she said it was indeed Miss Dance. By the way, Mr. Feng, have you found the two missing dance ladies in your dance hall? ”

Feng Weihua was stunned: "No, no, oh, I still have to go to the dance hall, I'm missing, goodbye." ”

When Feng Weihua left, a gust of evening wind blew, and Su San felt cold, she really realized it in hindsight, and she felt scared at the moment!

That wonton stand, that girl, that seven dancing ladies, is it a dream?

She hurriedly stood up, took her paper bag and oiled paper bag and left, and when she took two steps out, she suddenly stopped, and at that moment she suddenly remembered the familiar smell and smell of humus, which was the smell wafting in the grove today.

In the afternoon, the police dug up the little dirt bag, and the humus-filled dirt mixed with the stench of the corpses, yes, that smell.

Su San turned around and found that under the dim street lamp, the four tables were also missing.