It's inconvenient, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

The identity of the commissioner of the silent super-bureau Lao Huang is not unaware, he locked himself in the bedroom for several hours without moving, naturally there are some urgent matters being dealt with.

Even if there is really nothing, silence is actually sleeping, but what sleeping person likes to be woken up by others?

With Shen Mo's understanding of Lao Huang, he is definitely not a stunned young man who doesn't understand anything.

In this case, Lao Huang still took the initiative to come to the door.

Silence can deduce that Lao Huang is definitely looking for him, and it is a very urgent matter.

He straightened his clothes briefly, spread out the yellow paper on his desk, pretended to be practicing the talisman, and then whispered back.

"The door is not closed, come in!"

Creak!

The door opened, and Lao Huang rushed in from outside with a courteous face, and when he saw Shen Mo engrossed in practicing the talisman, he immediately apologized, "Brother Shen, I disturbed you practicing." ”

Shen Mo pretended to be unrelated, and slowly put down the brush, "Everyone is their own people, why is Brother Huang so polite?" Is there something wrong? ”

"Yes! This one really has. Old Huang Lianlian nodded and said seriously, "Is it convenient for Brother Shen to go to the store with me now?" ”

Silent for a moment, he didn't know what lawsuit Lao Huang Shen mysteriously sold land, he temporarily suppressed the one who had been upgraded with the aura value, and turned around and motioned to Lao Huang to lead the way.

"Thank you, Brother Shen!"

Seeing that Shen Mo agreed, Lao Huang thanked him again and again, led Shen Mo downstairs, and went straight to his Eight Immortals bun shop.

It's 12 o'clock at noon, and the shutter has been pulled down halfway, but the rest of the buns and soup have not been cleaned up and are set aside.

Shen Mo was very surprised, an uncle as diligent and responsible as Lao Huang couldn't see his own bun shop so sloppy and messy.

So, what is it that makes Lao Huang so anxious to find himself that he can't even take care of the store?

Silent with curiosity, he pulled a chair and sat down, and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, the ghost spirit of sister-in-law and Xiao Huang was still there, and there was nothing strange about it, obviously, the problem this time was not the problem of sister-in-law and Xiao Huang.

"Brother Shen, wait a minute." Lao Huang said, pulled out into the kitchen, and not long after, brought out a plate of steaming dumplings and a stack of sesame oil vinegar.

"I haven't eaten lunch yet, this is your sister-in-law's dumplings made especially for you, eat them while they're hot."

Silence "...

Dumplings made by my sister-in-law?!

Lao Huang wouldn't have invited him so mysteriously just to invite him to eat dumplings.

There's no need for it, and it's not going to be!

"Brother Huang, didn't you invite me over just to eat the dumplings made by my sister-in-law?"

Lao Huang rubbed his hands awkwardly and explained, "Of course not, I'm looking for you for another thing." So, you eat the dumplings first, and I'll tell you when you're done. ”

Silence" ??? ”

The dumplings he had just picked up were in the air, and the dumpling skin dipped in sesame oil and vinegar fell on the table in front of him, looking very abrupt.

What is Lao Huang, he doesn't dare to eat it.

What do you mean I'll finish the dumplings first, and then you tell me.

If you tell my sister-in-law that there is a problem with my dumplings when I finish eating, who will I go to to judge.

Shen Mo decisively put the dumplings back on the plate, and said, "Brother Huang, everyone is their own person, there is no need to procrastinate so much, if you have something to say, don't be uncomfortable." ”

The corners of Lao Huang's mouth twitched, and he hesitated a few times, "Brother Shen, it's not that the old brother is procrastinating, it's the old brother who is afraid that after you hear it, you won't be in the mood to eat, and I'm afraid that this matter will affect your appetite." ”

Forehead! Shen Mo was embarrassed, what he was about to tell him would affect his appetite, how could this make Shen Mo feel that there was something wrong with the dumplings in front of him the more he listened?

I don't eat it!

Shen Mo put down his chopsticks and shouted, "Let's talk about things first." ”

"Okay!" Lao Huang was helpless, turned around and entered the kitchen again, and quickly took out a hanging of bright red pork and put it directly in front of Shen Mo, "Brother Shen, that's the case." ”

"What do you think of this pork?"

Shen Mo took a cursory glance, "This hanging pork, fat and thin, fat in fat, fat in meat, full of color, meat Q bomb, although it is not a piece of superb pork belly, but it is definitely the top grade in pork." ”

Lao Huang was stunned, couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and exclaimed, "Brother Shen, you are really a cow." ”

"Normal!" Shen Mo shook his hand, becoming more and more surprised, "I let you say something, what are you doing with a bunch of pork." ”

"Brother Shen, don't be impatient, you can take a closer look."

Shen Mo frowned slightly, and once again set his eyes on the pork in front of him, this time, he opened his spiritual sense.

Airplanes!

His silent eyes flickered, and inspiration shrouded in the pork, and the next moment, the pork that he had just rated as the best grade was changing at a strange speed visible to the naked eye.

I saw that the fat and thin pork became extremely bright red, and the thick pig blood continued to leach out of the pork, and the slightest black gas spread, like an earthworm probe, constantly twisting and wriggling on the meat fibers.

Vomit?!

Shen Mo couldn't help but retch, but unfortunately there was nothing in his stomach that could spit it out, and if he had to say anything, it would only be bile.

"What is this?!" Shen Mo shouted, "This dumpling won't be made with this kind of pork!" ”

Lao Huang hurriedly explained, "Brother Shen, don't get me wrong, the pork that makes dumplings is the best pork, and the pork in question was just sent at noon. ”

Shen Mo's stomach felt a little better, and he immediately asked, "What's the situation with this pork?" How can it be so disgusting? ”

Lao Huang answered, "I came to you for this matter, there is obviously something wrong with this piece of pork, but ordinary people can't see it at all, according to your sister-in-law's speculation, this kind of pork should be polluted by some kind of evil gas, although ordinary people will not have any big trouble eating it, at most they will have diarrhea, but it is definitely not simple to release this evil spirit." If you leave it alone, you might get into trouble one day. ”

At this point, the intention is already obvious.

There was a problem with the pork he bought, and it was still a problem that ordinary people couldn't solve, and Lao Huang, as a good citizen, naturally thought of the silence of dealing with special events for the first time.

Isn't that what the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense is doing?

"Where did this meat come from?" Shen Mo frowned and motioned for Lao Huang to move the pork away first.

"Renhe Pig Farm!" Lao Huang took the pork and threw it into the trash can in the kitchen, then looked at Shen silently, waiting for his decision.

"Renhe Pig Farm?!"

Shen Mo had mentioned this place before, it was the largest automated pig farm in Yancheng, and the little piglets went in, and when they came out again, it was raw meat covered with red marks.

In the silent memory, there has never been a problem with the pork produced by Renhe for so many years, and this time there are definitely factors that ordinary people cannot find and control, which affect the quality of pork.

This problem must be solved as soon as possible, and silence has the obligation and responsibility to let the people eat a bite of pork with peace of mind.

"Brother Huang, leave this matter to me, I'll make a report to the top first."

"Then it's going to trouble Brother Shen."

"It's not a matter of trouble."

said silently, took out his mobile phone directly, clicked on the twenty-one group, and prepared to contact the group leader Ma Thirteen.

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