Gou Ming circled along the wall, and the biggest feeling he had was desolation and gloom.

The main entrance of the hospital is a big road, and it is a little popular.

The back door is a small road, not only can you not see the traces of pedestrians, but there are not even a few street lights, and it is pitch black, which is particularly infiltrating.

Across the road, there is a two-story old-fashioned apartment, the most common kind in Japanese dramas, similar to the temporary dormitory built in the construction site.

The rows of doors were locked, and the whole apartment was dim, except for the two lights in the corridor that flickered and flickered, as if they were in poor contact.

Gou Ming walked on the road, only his own footsteps echoed.

Smack!

There was a soft thud, followed by a strange sound, some like the sound of a sharp object tearing at a soft object.

Gou Ming subconsciously reached for his schoolbag with his backhand, pulled out a strong flashlight, turned on the switch, and shone the flashlight through.

Meow!!

It turned out to be a cat pulling a black garbage bag wrapped next to the garbage can.

Gou Ming just wanted to move the flashlight, but suddenly found that the skinny black cat not only did not escape, but stared directly at him, and the pair of golden vertical pupils reflected a strange luster under the light of the flashlight.

'Wait, no! It's not looking at me! ’

Gou Ming suddenly realized something, and subconsciously turned around and looked along the cat's line of sight.

A tall, white-painted roller shutter caught his eye.

The door, the wall next to it, and the slope in front of it are all painted white. Under the dual effect of night and flashlight, the white paint reflects the luster of forest white.

No traffic and no parking signs are painted next to the doors. Gou Ming also saw an inconspicuous note rope hanging on the small door for people to pass on the side.

'Here is ......'

Gou Ming was shocked, and he realized that he had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the underground morgue!

There was a dead silence all around. For a moment, Gou Ming could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.

Feeling the temperature in his chest, there was nothing unusual about the omamori.

Gou Ming breathed a sigh of relief, crossed the entrance of the mortuary, and continued to walk forward.

Before he had taken a few steps, Gou Ming faintly heard a slight metal crash behind him.

Gou Ming immediately turned around and shone his flashlight at the door of the morgue.

A cold wind blew from nowhere, and the roller shutter of the morgue shook and made a rattling sound, as if something was behind the roller shutter.

The Imperial Guard remained unchanged, and Gou Ming frowned slightly.

The voice was a little different from what he had heard before. With a hint of doubt, Gou Ming turned around and continued forward.

Walking out of the path through the back door, the surroundings regained a little popularity.

At this time, Gou Ming suddenly showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

There was a hint of vague aroma wafting through the air.

Gou Ming is a chef who is very sensitive to taste, and he immediately notices that the aroma is actually the taste of ramen.

Gou Ming immediately followed the fragrance and looked for it.

It's not that he wants to have a late-night snack, but the ramen master is generally more traditional and rarely moves his nest after setting up a stall, so he may have heard the secret about this hospital from the ramen master.

Sure enough, Gou Ming walked about a hundred meters along the path that stretched outward from the side of the hospital, and found a small cart at an intersection, which was a mobile stall selling ramen.

The whole stall is like a shrunken house, and a bright yellow lantern hangs in the corner of the stall, which emits a faint yellow light in the night, which makes the people who return at night can't help but warm their hearts.

There is only a short stool next to the stall, and there is only a maximum of two or three people to sit in front of the stall.

But maybe it was too late at this point, and there was no one in front of the booth.

Gou Ming stepped forward, sat down on a bench, and said to the booth window.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of tonkotsu ramen."

The ramen chef in the stall was smoking a cigarette when he heard the sound of gouging and immediately extinguished the cigarette.

"Okay, please wait."

After saying that, he got busy in the small stall.

Gou Ming took advantage of his free time to sit outside and observe.

This ramen chef is about forty or fifty years old, with a little gray hair, a lean body, a vicissitudes of life, and a scar on the corner of his mouth.

Under Gouming's watchful eye, the ramen chef fills the noodles with a large colander and cooks them in boiling water.

Then raise your hand and shake it cleanly!

Syllable!

There was a soft thud in the air like the whip of a whip. The moisture attached to the noodles was immediately thrown off like raindrops.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

Some people say that Japanese ramen is the first thing that makes the soup base taste good, and the second thing that makes sense of it.

The soup base is the secret ingredient of every ramen master, and this shake is a condensation of experience and skills.

The drained noodles are put into a large bowl by the ramen chef, and a milky white soup thicker than milk is poured into another insulated bucket.

Then sprinkle chopped green onions, pea sprouts, and summer mulberry chrysanthemum on the surface of the noodles, and place two slices of char siu.

A bowl of fragrant tonkotsu ramen is ready.

The ramen chef brought the sea bowl to Gou Ming and spoke.

"Please take your time."

Gou Ming casually took out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick cage next to him and broke them open.

In the sea bowl in front of him, the milky white soup floated like coffee-like foam, which was a mixture of lard, pepper and other condiments, plus the bones used to boil, and the secret of the soup base was all inside.

Crystal-clear noodles float in the broth, topped with yellow, yellow, green and green side dishes, plus two slices of marinated barbecued pork.

It looks appetizing.

In the past, in order to save costs, Gou Ming mostly made his own food. After a long time, no matter how delicious it is, he gets tired of it, not to mention that before he gets the recipe, his cooking skills are terrible.

Others make it for themselves, and it's a big night, and at such a mobile ramen stall, this kind of experience is very novel to Gou Ming.

Gou Ming first picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup.

The rich aroma of bone broth suddenly came to my nose. Gou Ming only felt a warm current from his mouth to his stomach, and then slowly spread throughout his body.

Gou Ming then picked up a piece of barbecued pork and took a bite, the meat melted in his mouth, and a rich aroma of soy sauce suddenly spread to the entire mouth.

Eat another bite of pea sprouts, crisp and juicy, bringing a fresh spring feeling, and the previous greasy is immediately neutralized.

Woohoo!

Gou Ming then picks up the noodles and sucks them into his mouth. The noodles are cooked just right, and the thick broth that adheres to the noodles brings out a different flavor.

This bowl of traditional tonkotsu ramen is nowhere near as strong as the golden egg fried rice, but the heart-warming flavor is endless.

At least Gou Ming believes that people who return at night must not mind sitting down and eating a bowl of ramen to warm up their bodies.