Chapter 18 Tofu Brain

Everyone has drunk tofu brain, and the characteristics of tofu brain in each place are inconsistent. Generally speaking, the north likes to use salt brine to make a hard block, called tofu brain. The south likes to use gypsum to make softer and whiter ones, called tofu flowers. Of course, basically you go to all parts of the country to buy breakfast and say tofu brain, whether it is tofu brain or tofu flower, the vendors understand. In some places, a lot of sugar is put in the tofu brain, some are slurry, some are minced meat, and more exaggerated is a row of small crispy meat, which is to dry fry the tenderloin and then pour sweet and sour sauce on it, which is basically sweet and sour loin tofu brain.

Zhengzhou, Henan Province, as a north-south transportation center, is full of the fusion of northern and southern cultures as well as the culture here. However, judging by people's personalities, the culture here is still a little northern, because tofu brains are made of salt and brine into pieces. But what is very distinctive is that if you say that you want a bowl of tofu brain in the magical land of Henan, the boss will usually ask you: sweet and salty or two. Put the sauce on the salty one, put the brown sugar on the sweet one, and the two mixtures are not the sauce and brown sugar, but the tofu brain and the spicy soup are mixed together, stirred evenly, and then sprinkled with a layer of thick chili oil and vinegar on top, and after sprinkling the green onions, it looks basically red, white, plus green and brown. This kind of drinking is rare in other regions, at least I rarely see it. In addition to the meaning that the characteristics of local cuisine are on the carpet, there is also an idea that there are two such doped tofu brains that look like they want to fall apart.

It may be a little disgusting, but it's really similar, at least the few times I've seen it, it feels similar. In 09, a friend of mine from Jinan came to Zhengzhou to play with me. On the way to pick him up, I told him a ghost story about a hotel I had just happened in Shantou, (see Chapter 2 for details), so he didn't stay in the hotel even if he was killed. In desperation, I had to find a daily rental company for him. Day rentals are definitely a new product after 2000, and they are nothing more than a way for out-of-town tourists to find a sense of home while resting. Day rentals like this are generally in small high-end apartments, with a large bedroom or a one-bedroom apartment at its best. At that time, the most famous daily rental house was Dashiqiao SOHO Plaza, everyone loved to call him Tsinghua Park SOHO Plaza, I believe that people who lived or worked in Zhengzhou knew this place.

After checking in for my friend that day, I left him alone in his room to rest, and I took the elevator downstairs with the owner to pay for his office on the fourth floor. As we stepped out of the elevator, we suddenly heard a loud bang. We quickly put our heads out the window. A man jumped off the building, a man in a suit jumped down, he jumped from a high altitude and landed on the cloister on the third floor. On the third floor of SOHO Plaza, there is a cloister with a glass cover, through which the man falls into the cloister. We looked on the fourth floor as clearly as we saw someone jumping on the ground on the second floor. We clearly saw the tragic situation of the man after jumping off the building and landing on the ground.

The man was wearing a suit, but the placket of his shirt was rapidly stained red with blood, and the blood on the ground spread into a puddle. The man's bones pierced out of his body, exposing the outside of his clothes. The most terrifying thing is that the man's head has been broken, and the blood is mixed with the brain, red, white, green, and some brown like, like. "Wow, my head is falling into flowers, tofu brain." The owner said, yes, it's just that tofu brain, but my brain doesn't want me to associate such delicious food with this cruel picture. I heard him say, "I'll go back and get a bowl, and then I'll have a bowl of fragrant and hot tofu brain, what do you think?" Most of the people around laughed, some saying he was disgusting, others showing contempt for his cruelty, and although no one said it, their expressions betrayed them.

That night began, strange things started to happen. First of all, on the elevator that night, many people inexplicably found that all the elevators stopped on the third floor. Secondly, after eleven o'clock, many people who came home from the night shift came back and saw a man in a suit in the elevator, who had been standing in the corner with his back to the elevator door. There were also many residents who inexplicably saw a man in a suit appear in the mirror. These are just things that individual people say, and we can ignore them as hearsay. But what happened next was something that I or some of my friends saw with my own eyes.

The apartment was supposed to be soundproofed, but at about three o'clock that night, most of the occupants were woken up by a cry of fear, and then heard the sound of glass breaking and a "pop". It's like, like the sound of you holding a piece of meat and throwing it on the ground. Everyone woke up because they thought that something big must have happened outside in a house that was more soundproof. But when some people look out the window and find that nothing has happened, I have later researched two friends of Block De and Block B, who are far apart, but they both heard this sound that night. The next day, there were still some people asking each other about the series of horrific events that happened last night, and in short, they came to the conclusion that this place was haunted.

At noon that day, after hearing these ghost stories and experiencing the strange sounds of last night, my friends in Jinan asked me to change places and had to go to my house to live. In desperation, I had to agree, packed my luggage and went downstairs, my friend kept muttering: "If you live in a hotel, you meet a ghost in the hotel, someone jumps off the building in an apartment, go to sing a song with you, and meet a mysterious waiter, eat a mutton skewer, eat mutton, your sister-in-law turned out to be a secret." Tell me about your old ghost, there are too many evil things around you all day, if I don't happen to catch up with two or three things, I really think you are either making up nonsense, or you are possessed by a god. I listened to his chatter and walked with him to the landlord's office on the fourth floor with his luggage. There were a few people standing there, all of them looking to be waiting to check out. We shouted the landlord's name outside the door and pressed the closed security door, but no one answered. I was just about to find my phone to call the landlord, but a person next to me told me that this was the third time he had come downstairs to find the landlord, and that no one had answered since 10 o'clock. I was very confused, and suddenly I picked up my friend and walked down the stairs quickly, I didn't choose to take the elevator this time. I wanted to leave this place not only because I had an afternoon to meet with clients.

I felt a familiar and unfamiliar chill creep up behind me, a sign that something was about to happen, though I didn't know exactly what was going to happen. The success rate of this feeling is more than 80%, and this coolness has allowed me to avoid several disasters and successfully helped my friends several times, so I trust this feeling. We walked down the stairs briskly with our luggage, and I felt extremely relaxed and happy as we stood on the road. I smiled heartily, and my friend looked at me like a psychopath. My face froze suddenly, and I slowly turned my head, and the tingling and chill told me to turn back, and I thought about everything that could happen before turning my head back.

In free fall, I saw a free fall falling from a high altitude and falling to the ground with a "pop", it was a person. Now he was no longer a human being but a corpse, crooked and broken. The brains are mixed on the ground, just like the tofu brains that the landlord said yesterday. Although I could no longer see the face of the bitter master, I could tell from his clothes that he was the landlord. The brains were wriggling, steaming and wriggling. Red, white, green, and brown.

I heard a friend who was dealing with this case talk about it, saying that without any warning, the homeowner wrote a note and then jumped off the building to commit suicide, so the case was characterized as suicide. The police don't know what the note says, but I understand that probably everyone around me on the fourth floor yesterday knew. It was this note that puzzled and frightened me, and I heard that there was only one line written on it:

Is tofu brain good?