Huangfu Xinran stopped the bodyguard who wanted to make a move, sighed and said, "Go back." ”

Then he said: "Gong Xiaolu, I have always regarded you as my good friend, otherwise, why would I be like this?"

There was only anger and tears on Airin's face.

Before turning to leave, Huangfu Xinran glanced at Xiao Lin again, and from beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

The middle-aged uncle and the female white-collar worker were just onlookers, without superfluous actions and words.

"Do you think there is any problem with the house called Xiaolin Pavilion just now and the shopkeeper?" On the way back to his residence, Huangfu asked the head of the night shift bodyguard team that he was an onmyoji.

"We didn't find anything, Miss Huangfu." The team leader shook his head and said.

"Didn't you all notice anything dirty? Oh, in the jargon of your day and onmyoji, filth. Is there any filth inside and outside the roof? The emperor asked again.

"No," the three bodyguards shook their heads together.

That night, Huangfu had a dream.

I dreamed that I was walking in the dark, tired, hungry and thirsty, as if I was looking for a place to sit down and eat something.

At this moment, a faint light came from the corner of the dark road.

What is that?

When you look closer, it looks like a roof.

The curtain reflects the light shining through the room, and the name of the store is faintly unclear.

It feels a little strange that there is a lonely shop on this dark road.

But the emperor's heart was too tired, hungry and thirsty, and he didn't think much about it, so he opened the curtain and entered.

The seat in front of the counter could seat about eight people, and now there are two people.

A middle-aged uncle who is stuffy and drinking shochu.

A female white-collar worker who silently eats Hakata ramen.

When Huangfu's heart burned in, they only looked up, and then continued to drink and eat noodles.

"Welcome!" It's the greeting of the shopkeeper.

The owner seems to be a man in his thirties, and there is a woman next to him, and the two of them have been cooking with their backs to each other, even when welcoming customers.

Although he didn't see the faces of the two chefs, for some reason, Huangfu Xinran felt that they were very familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere.

"Guest, what would you like to eat?" The shopkeeper asked without looking back.

It's so fragrant, Huangfu swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and asked, "Boss, what do you have delicious here?" ”

"There is grilled chicken, tonkatsu, oden, octopus, croquettes, tempura, Hakata, ramen, miso soup is quite popular, depending on the customer, what you like." The woman who looked like the proprietress introduced without looking back.

Huangfu swallowed his saliva again and said, "Give me a Hakata ramen, thank you!" ”

"Okay, please wait."

While waiting, Huangfu Xinran observed the surroundings.

Very ordinary Japanese-style house, ordinary owner and diners.

However, the environment outside the store is dark, and the lights inside the store are relatively dim.

There have been no new diners.

The middle-aged uncle's wine has not been able to finish drinking.

The female white-collar workers have not been able to eat the noodles.

After a while, the Huangfu's heart was burned.

She wanted to take advantage of the boss's cooking to see the other party's true face.

However, the shopkeeper lowered her head when she brought the noodles, and the angle was just right, and the chef's hat blocked her view, so she didn't see clearly.

Faced with the hot and fragrant Hakata ramen, the emperor couldn't care about anything else.

Pick up your chopsticks and get ready to go.

Hakata Ramen is a representative of Japanese cuisine, and along with Sapporo Ramen and Kitakata Ramen, it is one of the top three ramen of Japanese and Japanese cuisine.

It is characterized by milky white pork bone white soup boiled "straight thin noodles", stewed with a strong fire, the good pork bones are dissolved, the bone glue is mixed in the soup, put in the very fine noodles to cook, add the noodle code: barbecued meat, bean sprouts, green onions, fungus, silk flavor, jade pickled eggs, etc., there are also some bottles and jars on the table, and the condiments can be added at will: red ginger, spices, cabbage, garlic, garlic, spicy vinegar, sesame, pepper, etc.

The taste is rich but refreshing, and it is simply beautiful.

"I'm moving!" Just as Huangfu's heart was about to put off the chopsticks, her brain "buzzed", and there was a hot pain in her eyes.

For some reason, there happened to be a mirror hanging on the wooden wall of the store, and Huangfu Xinran happened to look up and see himself reflected in the mirror.

His eyes have changed color

The eyes are no longer black

The left eye has become a color between pale yellow and brown

The right eye becomes blue or red

It looks like amber in the left eye and amethyst in the right

It is the yin and yang eyes that automatically turn on.

Let's take a look around

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's so scared that she's gone!

In the vision of yin and yang eyes, where is this a small house shop that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Rihe City, this is a coffin!

The coffin was already rotten in many places, and there were large cobwebs attached to it, which were covered with mosquitoes, flies, and insect eggs.

And he sat on the edge of the coffin.

The ramen in front of me is even more terrifying and disgusting.

Huangfu's heart was so frightened that he almost slapped it over.

What the hell is this?!

A bowl of noodles

The bowl is a black skull

Noodle code: "barbecued pork" is bloody and has not been burned at all, like just cut off, "bean sprouts" are white hair, "fungus silk" is black hair, "green onions" are unknown green insects, jade pickled eggs are half of them, and various optic nerve and optic muscles are also connected to the eyeballs

The "noodles" are also bloody, I don't know if they are a pinch of chicken intestines, duck intestines or goose intestines

Huangfu's heart burned and he felt stomach acid surging, and he almost wanted to vomit.

This is not the key, the most important thing is that the female white-collar worker next to her ordered the same "ramen" as herself, but she ate it with relish, and even made a "snoring" sound.

In China, it is indecent to make a sound when eating, but when you eat ramen, you must make a "snoring" sound to show that "this bowl of noodles is delicious" to show praise for the chef's cooking skills.

And the middle-aged uncle next to him drank not wine, but red and viscous plasma.

Huangfu couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and vomited directly.

But he didn't vomit anything, just retched a few times, and spit out some saliva and gastric juice.

When she went to see it again, the middle-aged uncle was no longer a middle-aged uncle, and the female white-collar worker was no longer a female white-collar worker, and they each turned into a terrifying image, a monster with incomparably fat fangs and drooling, and a ghost with long hair flying and a face as white as paper nails and knives, staring at herself fiercely, ready to pounce at any time.

The shopkeeper at the counter was smiling coldly.

He finally turned his face away

He's Kobayashi!

Next to her, who is it not Gong Xiaolu Airin?

I saw that she had been stripped of her clothes, ** her whole body, lying on the board of the cooking table, and letting Xiao Lin use a cold and shining knife to cut off the skin and flesh and take out the internal organs

In the process, instead of resisting, struggling, or shouting pain, the blood-soaked Gong Xiaolu Ai Rin looked at Xiao Lin with a smile, with only obsessive love in his eyes

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