When Tang Muzhou arrived at my chicken noodle shop, he found that Liang Yuan and I were not quite right.

Liang Yuan was in a very bad mood, because he killed the bald head, he was going to turn himself in.

And I was in the fast food restaurant opposite, and found the bald head with the body intact.

I told Liang Yuan that the bald head was not killed by him.

Liang Yuan didn't believe it, so at Tang Muzhou's suggestion, we went to the reservoir where the accident happened again.

There, I lit the dead leaves on the edge of the reservoir and drew out the soul of the girl in the reservoir, and her soul told me something that had happened to the bald head.

The thread of aquatic plants hanging on his hand, at first glance, is not much different from the wakame eaten in hot pot.

But if you look closely, there are thin burrs on the skirts.

Silk is a wild aquatic plant that grows in South America.

Although it is hidden in the water, it is able to emit a flavor.

This smell is actually a normal scent of grass.

However, when people smell it, they become upset and irritable.

Last night, it should have been this smell that prompted Liang Yuan to lift the stone and smash it at the bald head. And the bald head, when he came to this reservoir with the girl, presumably it should be this reason, suddenly strangled the child.

According to the things that the girl told me in the fantasy, the bald head was actually starving to death.

After eating Xia Hong's rice noodles, he couldn't eat anything anymore.

At the moment before he starved to death, he was soaked in boiling silver thread grass in water by this woman named Xia Hong, and after repeated soaking, his soul was sealed in his body.

From that time on, his body became a dry skeleton, while his soul lived in a shell.

This is the reason why the hot water is on the body, and the bald head does not feel any pain at all. In addition to keeping the body from decaying, the soup boiled with silver thread grass can also temporarily repair some broken body tissues and temporarily block the water in the subcutaneous tissues.

As the sun rises, the water will evaporate at a rate dozens of times faster than the normal human body.

The bald head is like a zombie, and can only lie in the shade, where the sun does not shine, to rest, and wait for it to get dark again.

If he loses money at night, he will go to Xia Hong again, remove the fat from his chin, and come back, and so on.

As for the grease that comes out of my chin, I've just flipped through the Autumn Moon Eclipse List, and there's a page in it that tells a few horrible spells.

One of them is that if a person eats all the "Yilu", the fat after death will emit a large amount of spices, and this taste cannot be blended by any master chef with advanced cooking skills.

It was this method that my dad used at that time to concoct delicious ingredients and revive our old Tang chicken noodle shop.

The bald head was also taken from the grease, but he was not strangled to death.

This is another method introduced in the "Autumn Moon Eclipse List", which is to boil the fat of the sinful person in a hot pot until it solidifies, and then add it to the furnace fire as fuel.

In this way, the food will add another flavor to the plain.

No wonder, Zhang Ying's braised meat shop tastes so good, it turns out that it is the flavor that it relies on.

I remember reading a book before that said that the ancients dealt with the most heinous criminals by using their flesh and bones to light the sky lanterns with his grease.

The bald head is a trafficker, although legislatively speaking, it is to be locked up for a few years before coming out.

But the degree of abomination of such people is much higher than that of those who rob and steal, and the punishment they receive is very low, and some even at least criminally detained for a period of time.

This mysterious woman named Xia Hong should also hate him very much, so she will use this method to treat him.

As for what was added to the bowl of dry fried rice noodles that the bald head ate in the guest house, I have to read the "Autumn Moon Food List" carefully again to know the answer.

But it is certain that the bald head is dead, and Liang Yuan did not kill anyone.

I told Liang Yuan and Tang Muzhou about my thoughts as they were, and their expressions were different when they heard it.

Tang Muzhou still insists consistently, there are no ghosts in this world, everything I said is a brain problem. He said to me:

"Tang Xiaofan, I don't believe what you said, but I've really heard of this trick, you just smell too much of this thing, and your brain is also wrong."

Liang Yuan on the other side breathed a heavy sigh of relief:

"It turns out that I didn't kill anyone, Tang Xiaofan, it's so dangerous, I wasn't hurt yesterday, if that stone was thrown at you, then ......"

When I heard this, I was scared.

A rock of that size, striking me so many times on the head, I was going to die.

It's just that I still don't understand.

Why, when I came here with Liang Yuan last night, I didn't take too long, but just took a taxi, but I drove more than ten kilometers.

It's weird.

As I left the reservoir, I took one last look at the calm water.

Tang Muzhou, who finally got the car, beckoned us to hurry up and get in the car.

When I got in the car, I told the driver a different address.

Liang Yuan asked me why I didn't go back directly, I thought for a while and said, "I want to go and eat something, it's almost noon, yesterday's braised pork rice was good, let's go and have a look." ”

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley next to the hospital.

I walked briskly towards the braised meat shop, the smell was still there, the door was open, and the person standing inside was not Zhang Ying, the owner of the braised meat shop, but his landlord in his forties.

The store was in shambles.

Although there are still some braised vegetables in the braised pork pot, it is obvious that they were freshly made this morning. Probably because something had happened, it was knocked over to the ground, and the soup was splashed.

The tables and chairs were all scattered, and the stove at the door, as if it had been smashed by a hammer, had been completely shattered.

I walked over, looked carefully at the cinders that had fallen to the ground, stretched out my finger and touched it lightly, and sure enough, I saw a little white grease inside.

Looking at the sun, they froze in a ball, like paraffin.

It's just that in the sun they have a weird sheen more than paraffin.

I asked the landlord what was wrong, and he said he didn't know either.

Someone called him just now and told him that something was wrong here, and Zhang Ying didn't know where he went.

Looking at all this, the landlord also looked very anxious: "This woman is really pitiful, she opened a shop alone, I guess she didn't meet a thief or something, and gave her ......"

Alone?

I was stunned and asked the landlord, "What about her daughter?" Did you see her? ”

"Daughter?"

The landlord was a little baffled.

"Didn't Zhang Ying live with her daughter?"

The landlord shook his head: "I haven't seen her daughter, she asked me to rent a shop to open a shop, to move in, the whole process, from beginning to end, she was alone......"