Chapter 690: The Third Black Hand

On the ground, I don't know when, there were four bloody palms. Not pig hands, but human hands!

Just now, he saw the two corpses next to the coffin move, and when he looked closely, the two hands of the corpses were gone. Blood flowed out and stained the ground red.

Cook Ma's face was pale, so white that there was no trace of blood. His lips trembled, and he wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

The man in black looked at Chef Ma contemptuously, sneered, and said, "Choose the best chef to do, burn it to be medium-cooked, my teeth are good." ”

Cook Ma trembled his hands and picked up the four bloody palms on the ground. Holding four bloody palms, he suddenly ran to the corner of the house, squatted on the ground, and spit out what he had just eaten into a small flower pot.

The man in black had a look of contempt and disdain, and he didn't even look at Cook Ma.

Outside the door, there was a sudden noise of footsteps, and a group of three people broke in directly without even saying hello.

Among the three, the leader is a middle-aged man with a pointed chin. There was no smile on his long, thin spiky dog tongue face. A sparse brown beard, curly. This person is not outstanding in appearance, but the clothes on his body are particularly eye-catching. Tsing Yi soap hat, holding shackles in his hands, and a long knife hanging from his waist. The two young men next to him were also dressed in the same way.

As soon as Cook Ma looked up, he saw the middle-aged man's long dog-tongued face.

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face. Chef Ma greeted him with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect the three officials to arrive, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome, sorry sorry!"

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin glanced at Cook Ma, who suddenly stepped back and screamed, "You...... You're in your hands...... What is it?"

Only then did Cook Ma realize that he was still holding four bloody palms in his hands. The other two young officials were sharp-eyed, and they saw the black coffin in the room at a glance, as well as the two corpses lying reclining next to the coffin.

"Murdered...... Killed...... Chef Ma killed someone...... "Chef Ma's restaurant is famous far and wide, and of course there are many people who know the big boss Chef Ma.

The expression on Chef Ma's face was ugly, and he wanted to explain, but he didn't dare. In the gloomy corner, the mysterious man in black still stood still. In Chef Ma's opinion, the mysterious man in black was much more terrifying than the three officials.

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin rushed over and put the long shackles around the neck of the horse cook.

The old man in the bookkeeper looked at it with a blank eye, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The man in black in the shadows suddenly spoke: "I killed the person, if you want to arrest someone, come over quickly." ”

As soon as the words fell, a bright flash suddenly flew in the dark corner. Gege made two sounds, and the shackles around the horse cook's neck shattered and fell off. Cook Ma was dumbfounded, he stared at the shattered shackles on the ground in a daze, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The three officials were startled at first, and then rushed over desperately.

In the shadows of the corner of the hall, the mysterious man in black still stood motionless.

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin sneered: "Your Excellency dares to act boldly, and you can be regarded as a good man." You have the courage to kill someone, I wonder if you have the courage to report your name?"

The man in black still stood in the darkness without moving, he snorted coldly, and suddenly said, "The third black hand!"

Upon hearing this, Cook Ma was still taken aback, although he had already guessed the identity of the man in black.

"The third black hand, shoot and die!" This long-standing folk song still has some truth after all. Cook Ma was breaking out in a cold sweat again.

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin sneered: "The third black hand, it really deserves its name! However, there is one thing I still don't understand. ”

The black-faced third said coldly: "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin said coldly: "Why don't you call the black-faced third child, because your face is darker than your hands!"

The two young officials laughed.

The third black hand still stood in the dark without moving, and people couldn't see the expression on his face at all.

Cook Ma's heart tightened, and he had a premonition that something was going to happen.

The third black hand suddenly said, "Where is Boss Ma?"

Chef Ma was taken aback, and immediately ran over with a smile on his face: "What do you have to say?"

The third black-handed old man said: "Ten tables of braised pork knuckles, are the ingredients enough?"

Cook Ma was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to answer.

The third black hand said sharply: "Did you hear my words?"

Cook Ma sweated like rain, his fat body shrunk into a ball, and he stammered: "I...... I...... I heard ......"

The third black hand was asking again: "Ten tables of braised pork knuckles, are the ingredients enough?"

Chef Ma's voice was trembling: "No...... Enough ......."

The third black hand said coldly: "How much is it missing?"

Chef Ma wiped the cold sweat on his face: "It's not ...... Six!"

The black-faced third sneered and said fiercely: "It's just right!"

As soon as the word "good" came out, a sharp flash flew out of the shadows. There was no screaming, no struggle, and the three officials had fallen straight down. What's even more terrifying is that their palms are gone.

Bloody! Horror! Old Lu cowered in the corner, trembling!

Cook Ma's big white face has turned iron-blue. He didn't move anything but tremble.

The hall was dead. The horse cook did not dare to move, for he was afraid that the terrible light in the darkness would fly out again and cut off his hands.

The blood on the ground slowly turned from crimson to pitch black. In the dark blood, there is also a faint fragrance.

The muscles in the corners of Chef Ma's eyes were beating, and he knew that the faint fragrance must be an extremely powerful and domineering poison.

Seeing the blood seal his throat! The third black hand took the opponent's life by the way while cutting off the opponent's palms!

Chef Ma knew that what the third black hand used must be a sharp weapon for quenching poison. Cook Ma wondered what kind of weapon it was. He didn't dare to ask, and even if he did, he knew that the third black hand wouldn't tell him. Maybe it will lead to death.

Mysterious! Terrifying! It has great lethality in itself! The horse cook did not dare to look at the face of the third black hand. In the shadows, the black hand old three's pair of pitch-black hands shrunk in the wide sleeves of his coat. His murderous weapon was probably hidden in the wide sleeves of his coat.

Chef Ma stood cringe, his head hanging and holding four bloody severed palms in his hands, as if holding a priceless treasure that had been passed down for eight hundred generations.

The old man in the accounting room cowered in a corner of the hall, like a crumpled mass of waste paper.

The third black-handed old man suddenly said: "Ten tables of braised pork knuckles, as long as they are cooked for seven minutes, because my teeth are very good!"

The horse cook came over tremblingly: "The little one will do it immediately...... Wait a minute!"

After saying this, Cook Ma ran to the kitchen with a puff of smoke.

The most special place of Ma Chef Restaurant is the kitchen.

The kitchen is located in the basement. The iron fence was opened, and inside was a wide and bright passage.

(End of chapter)