Listening to Zhang Ying's speech like this, I was already scared into a cold sweat.

Glancing at the pot, it was calmly steaming, and the ribs that had been fished out of the pot were hung with some dried chili peppers, which were fragrant.

Hearing a living person, he actually jumped into the cauldron that was boiling.

I felt that every skin on my body was aching violently, as if it was I who jumped into the cauldron and suffered.

At that time, Zhang Ying saw this kind of scene at that time, and people were completely stunned.

She began to scream, and the old man who was passing by heard the movement and turned his head to glance at the store.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the laundry shop next to her walked in, looked at Zhang Ying, who was squatting on the ground and curled up in a ball, came over and patted her on the shoulder and asked her what was wrong.

Zhang Ying pointed to the braised pot and said fearfully: "There was a big living person who jumped into the braised pot just now." ”

She gasped for breath and shuddered.

The laundry owner looked back at the cauldron that was already smoking, and then got up and walked over.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the brine inside was slightly bubbling, and the brine soup was gently tumbling.

Picked up the pot and spoon next to it and stirred it in, floating on it were some spices, as well as a few pieces of pork head pork ribs and pig's trotters that had just been put in.

This full pot is full of ingredients cut into pieces, where is there anything Zhang Ying said, the big living person who jumped in.

The laundry owner turned around and shook his head at Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying also walked over, looking at the calm pot of brine, she froze.

The bruises that had just fallen on the ground, and the bloody handprints on the side of the pot, were all gone at this moment, and the shop was very quiet, as it was the night the bald head first appeared, and when it was over, it was as if nothing had happened.

The laundry owner asked Zhang Ying if she was okay, and she took a few breaths and didn't say anything.

After the man left, Zhang Ying, who had come to her senses, walked back to her daughter.

Xiaohong was also scared, and the beads of sweat that fell from her forehead wet her hair again.

Squatting down and gently hugging the child, she asked Xiaohong: "That bald head just now, he was a human trafficker, he abducted you, and you also saw him, didn't you?" ”

Xiaohong looked at her mother, her eyes flashed, and she didn't say anything.

After talking to me about the above words, Zhang Ying seemed to be in prostration, she gasped a few times, and sat down on the stool next to her. I saw that she was not in a very good state and was going to pour her a glass of water.

I looked around and found a water dispenser in the corner behind the shop.

I walked over, took out a paper cup from the cabinet below, and was just about to leave when I saw the girl huddled next to the water dispenser.

The light here is dim, she stares at me and I stares at her.

And so it went on for a long time, and neither of us spoke.

I handed the water to Zhang Ying, and she took a sip and finally came back to her senses. I asked her if the bald head had ever reappeared. Zhang Ying nodded:

"In the last few days, every day I see him and hear his voice, and he appears more and more often."

I don't quite understand:

"But what's the use of telling me this, you should call the police?"

Zhang Ying shook his head:

"It's useless to call the police, except for myself, outsiders can't see him at all, I told outsiders, they will think that I have a brain problem and suggest that I go to the hospital."

It turned out that everyone and I had the same reaction.

Isn't it obvious, how can a big living person jump into a boiling cauldron by himself.

Therefore, except for Zhang Ying's brain problem, it seems that there is no other explanation.

Hearing this, I asked her: "They don't believe you, what are you looking for me, I didn't hear a voice just now, what can I prove for you?" ”

Zhang Ying raised his head, suddenly stared at me and smiled: "It's Xia Hong who said, you can help me!" ”

Xia Hong?!

Seeing and hearing the voice of the bald head countless times, Zhang Ying felt that his spirit had collapsed a little during that time. When she told others about it, no one would believe it, but she was told to go to the hospital to see a psychiatric department.

The braised soup in this shop is boiled by Xia Hong.

Raising a pot of brine is more strenuous than boiling a pot of brine, in addition to boiling every day, you also have to add spices to it regularly.

Every two days, Xia Hong would come over to help Zhang Ying take care of the stewed pot.

Last night, when Xia Hong came over again, Zhang Ying couldn't help it, she told Xia Hong everything she saw.

originally thought that Xia Hong would not believe herself, but unexpectedly, she nodded and said that Zhang Ying was actually fine, everything she saw was true.

"Then why can't anyone but me see or hear?"

Xia Hong bent down, put the small packet of spices in the plastic bag into the marinated pot, took out a small thermos bucket, opened it, and scooped out some snow-white, grease-like things from it.

Put the spoonful of "lard" into the pot and stir it a few times, the "lard" melted little by little, and Xia Hong turned on the fire.

The braised soup continued to boil, Xia Hong looked back at Zhang Ying, and suddenly said, "You know Tang Xiaofan, right?" ”

"Tang Xiaofan?"

"That's right, it's your neighbor, Wang Daqiang's landlord."

Xia Hong didn't say anything later, and left after helping Zhang Ying prepare the braised soup.

Zhang Ying looked at the pot of brine, and the soup was boiling slightly. Suddenly, she was scared. Zhang Ying faintly felt that this Xia Hong, who helped her, had something to do with the bald head.

Since Xia Hong mentioned me, Zhang Ying decided to come to me.

She made a phone call and learned from Wang Daqiang that I opened the store at night, and was about to close the store to find me later, but I didn't expect me to take the initiative to come.

After listening to the whole story, I also had palpitations.

Looking back at the pot of marinade, if Zhang Ying didn't have a mental problem, then she must have hallucinated.

Xia Hong has read "Autumn Moon Food List" and is well versed in the way of ingredients, just like the previous "ghost cardamom", using it to replace nutmeg, putting it in braised soup, and with Huoxiang, it can make people hallucinate.

There is also the "Ghost Wuzi" raised by Steward Hu in the Dongshan Club a few days ago, and eating that thing can make people have auditory hallucinations.

If this is the case, then it is very willing, and the spices added by Xia Hong to the braised soup may be able to make Zhang Ying continue to have this kind of auditory hallucination.

However, the business of the braised meat shop is very good, and there is no problem for people who eat it within a radius of several kilometers.

Only Zhang Ying saw the bald head.

I asked Zhang Ying, "What do you need me to help you with?" ”

She looked at me and suddenly smiled nervously again: "You said you met human traffickers? When was it? ”

"Last night."

"Where?"

"In the mahjong parlor near my noodle shop."

Zhang Ying heard a burst of excitement in her eyes, and she grabbed my hand: "Tonight, take me to meet him!" ”