Ten years ago, my parents took over a restaurant.

But they only stayed in the hotel for a day, and then they disappeared strangely in the store, and then there was no news, and the world evaporated, and it was ten years in a flash, and they never appeared again.

The police and I have been investigating for many years, but we have not found a single clue.

I remember vividly that I had just started junior high school and was boarding at school.

When I learned the news, it was already two days later.

I was taken to the store by the police.

Mom and Dad were not open on the day they disappeared, and there was no trace of a fight in the store, everything was neatly arranged, and there was a simple meal on the table, and half of the meal was eaten, but the person was gone.

After checking all the surveillances around the hotel, along with the records of nearby residents, the police finally concluded that my parents had disappeared from the store.

But they used all kinds of means to check around the hotel, but they didn't find the slightest clue, and finally they could only determine this as an unsolved case.

And that restaurant has also become a murderous place, and it has never been opened, except that I go to look for it again every year during the holidays, fantasizing that I can find some clues.

Ten years later, with some of the possessions left by my parents, I finally graduated from college.

And this incident has always been unforgettable.

The bizarre disappearance of my parents has always been a piece of my heart, and what I fantasize about the most every day is to see them again.

And just the other day, I received an anonymous letter.

The owner of the letter asked me to reopen the restaurant, and, below, listed a bunch of bizarre rules, saying that as long as I followed them and persevered, I would have a chance to find clues to my parents' disappearance.

I don't know where this letter came from, but it gave me a glimmer of hope.

Whether it was someone else's prank or something, I decided to give it a try.

As soon as I said that, I started to prepare for the opening of the store.

The location of the hotel is located in a declining business district outside the third ring road of the city, and if I run it well, I should have no problem supporting myself.

It's just a pity that if I follow the rules of that letter, I don't think many people will come to visit even if I reopen this shop.

The first rule of the law was to rename the hotel the Midnight Hotel.

Although the name is weird, it is the first one after all, so of course I did it and customized a plaque directly on Taobao.

However, it is estimated that this name directly blocked 50% of consumers.

The second rule is even more bizarre, and it is estimated that it directly blocks the remaining 49 percent.

As the name suggests, the Midnight Hotel is not allowed to open during the day, only at 12 p.m., it can only be opened, and it closes at 4 a.m., even if there are customers when the store closes, you have to find a way to get rid of it.

Open the door in the early morning to do business, what kind of business is this, it is clearly a ghost business.

There is also the third, fourth, and fifth rules, do not talk to the guest, the guest must accept what he gives, even if the guest does not give money, he cannot ask for it.

This strange rule made me feel more and more that this thing was actually a prank of a boring person.

Still, even with a glimmer of hope, I decided to give it a try.

In a month's time, I used the little money left to renovate the store, although the equipment inside is a little simple, but I guess there are few customers, and I have practiced small cooking, and I didn't even invite a chef.

I used the first floor for business, and the second floor was converted into a residence, so it was convenient to open a store in the future, after all, I had to stay up late every day, and it was really troublesome to run too far.

I got my business license renewed, and I was finally able to open my business.

Day 1.

I managed to make it to twelve o'clock, and I opened the door and hung up the 'Open' sign.

However, standing at the door, although there are street lights on outside, there are almost no pedestrians.

As a declining business district, there are hardly any people around 10 o'clock every day, let alone 12 o'clock.

I was a little bored and went back to the bar to swipe my phone, passing the sleepy time.

After brushing Douyin for a while, I saw that the time had reached two o'clock, and I suddenly felt tired, but fortunately, there were still two hours to close.

As a result, when I looked up, I found an old lady sitting in the seat next to the door for some time, and was looking at the menu on the table quietly with her head down.

I was very surprised, I didn't expect that in the middle of the night, there were really customers coming to the door, so I hurriedly walked over.

I was about to open my mouth habitually to ask the old lady what she was eating, but suddenly I thought of the rule that I was not allowed to talk to the guests, and hurriedly closed my mouth.

The old lady, dressed very thinly and carrying a cloth bag in her arms, raised her head and smiled at me when she saw me coming.

This old lady also looks to be in her 80s, with folds on her face, but her skin is very white, just like a layer of powder.

Out of politeness, I smiled too, and since I couldn't speak, I pointed to the menu and motioned to ask her what she was eating.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old lady didn't get entangled, and said directly: "Young man, bring me a scrambled egg with tomatoes and a bowl of white rice!" ”

I nodded, motioned for her to wait a moment, and then went to the back kitchen.

There are very few dishes on this recipe, and I know all of them, so it's not a hassle to make.

A few minutes later, I walked out with a plate of steaming scrambled eggs with tomatoes and rice.

Moreover, I saw that this old lady was quite pitiful, so I gave an extra plate of small pickles, which was not worth much anyway, but the old man of this age should like to eat it.

After the food was served, the old lady thanked me again, I nodded to her, and then went back to the bar and continued to play with my phone.

At first, the old lady was quiet.

After a while, the old lady suddenly spoke.

"Hey, I have five children in my life, the eldest is the most filial, but unfortunately he died young, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the third child had the best heart, but there was a car accident, leaving the second, fourth and fifth."

"These three children, I bought a house for them, paid a dowry for them, I gave them all my life, but in the end, hey...

When I looked up, I saw the old lady talking to herself, sighing incessantly.

I guess this old lady must have come out in the middle of the night because of her children's unfilial piety.

I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but unfortunately because of the rules, I could only sigh as well.

I glanced at the old lady sympathetically, but found that the old lady didn't move a bite of my fried vegetables and rice, but it was only a while, and the meal didn't even have a little heat, as if it was cold.

I walked over, pointed to the food, and then to the back kitchen, and motioned for me to help her heat it up.

The old lady smiled and said kindly, "Son, you have a good heart and good craftsmanship, hey, it would be nice if my grandson was like this." ”

I was a little speechless in my heart, she didn't eat a bite, but she still praised me like this, which made me embarrassed for a while.

I took the dish to the back kitchen, put it in the microwave and brought it out again.

But as soon as she came out, the old woman was gone, and on the table was the cloth bag that the old woman had just held.

I walked over, put the food on the table, and went out to look for it, but I didn't find the old woman.

It seems that this old woman should be gone.

"Did you think the food I cooked was not delicious and embarrassed to tell me, so you left secretly?" I was a little depressed, I didn't expect this first business to be a mess, it's not a good sign.

Thinking of this, I directly picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

But after this mouthful, I immediately spit it out.

"Phew, what is this, why is it so unpalatable."

Damn, this meal is like chewing wax, it doesn't taste at all, and the texture is terrible.

"Damn, it can't be deceived, is there something wrong with this ingredient?" I muttered, went to the back kitchen and took a bite of a tomato.

"No problem."

Tomatoes are sweet and sour, which is normal.

"Strange, how can this be?"

I was so depressed that I threw out all the food and looked at the bag.

Well, not only did he not make any money, but he also ate and ran away, and even the things fell behind.

Ay...

I sighed helplessly, and was going to put the bag away first, and then return it to her when the old lady found out.

As a result, when I took it, the bag was quite heavy, as if it contained two bricks.

Moreover, when the bag was picked up, there was a piece of yellow paper underneath, the kind of yellow paper that was burned for the dead, and there seemed to be words written on it.

My brow furrowed.

"What's the situation, is this old lady also playing pranks with me?"

I picked up the paper, and there were a few lines of crooked words on it, which roughly meant that she thanked me very much, and said that the food I cooked was delicious, and the money for the meal was in the cloth bag, and I looked at it.

The old lady also said that she had figured out which parent was not to give for the child for free, so she left an address for me to help send the rest over.

However, the site is a cemetery.