Lu You was still asleep, but the computer screen in front of him suddenly lit up, and the task details interface was automatically loaded.

Quest - Nightmare End:

Dead people eat dumplings!

I don't know if you believe it behind the screen, but I do. If you have any doubts about my words, please take 13 dumplings filled with locust leaves and cherry pits to Tomb 26 in District B of Xijiao Cemetery.

The owner of the tomb on the 26th has just been sacked by tomb robbers and is now lying on his back, waiting for your dumplings!

Precautions: Take a good look at the position of the corpse's mouth in advance, do not look directly at the corpse when feeding, and put the dumplings on the corpse's mouth.

Just after ten o'clock in the morning, Lu You rubbed his sleepy eyes, took out mouthwash from his suitcase and rinsed it a few times, and then spit on the ground at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

When he returned to the back of the bar, he noticed the lit screen, and after reading it carefully, he opened his mobile phone to enter WeChat, and clicked into a group chat called "404 Branch of Nanda Bureau".

You: @绫小路辛@我不吃猪肉, I'm at No. 180 Fushou Road in the western suburbs, come quickly, have something to discuss, bring a pot of cherries.

Ayakoru Xin: Received, Lao Zhu hasn't woken up yet, wait for me to carry him over.

Forty minutes later, the one-meter-eight-meter-tall dark-skinned "Aya Xiaolu Xin" led the sleepy-eyed chubby "I don't eat pork" into the exhibition hall from the main entrance, and "I don't eat pork" still holding a pot of cherries in his hand.

"Brother You!" Aya Xiaolu Xin beckoned, and then ran forward to give Lu You a bear hug.

"Brother You!" I didn't eat pork and rushed up, crushing the already unstable triangular structure of Lu and Xin with one stomach, and the three of them lay on the ground together.

"You can't turn your brain, can you?"

"Hey, hey." The fat man smiled and scratched his head.

"Get up, get up! If you don't get up, collect my body quickly! Lu You roared angrily, it was obvious that the combined weight of nearly four hundred catties of the two was not something that the thin Lu You could bear.

This Ayaxiao Lu Xin, called Xin Jiaxuan, a native of Jicheng, Ludong, the second year of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of Jinling University, in addition to having a tall man who has both the Han Dynasty in Ludong, also has a very high literary talent.

It's just that he likes to watch anime, and he likes it to the point that he is a little stunned, and he is so stunned that his social accounts from ID to avatar are all two-dimensional.

As for the little fat man, his surname is Zhu, his name is Yuan Hui, a native of Wuyuan, Huizhou, and Xin and Lu are classmates, and he is in the second year of the Department of Philosophy.

Maybe it's because he thinks about the so-called theory of learning from things all year round, or maybe because he eats too much, so his IQ is not very online when he usually does things.

"Comrade Xiao Lu, why did you send two of our commissioners here under the call organization?"

"Make dumplings."

"Uh-huh???" Xin and Zhu were puzzled in unison.

"You're wasting the organization's resources!" After being silent for a long time, Xin Jiaxuan protested.

"No, then what do you think is the task of our comrades in the war? Stealing military secrets from the United States? Or is it secretly recovering Dongying? Lu You poured a basin of cold water on Xin Jiaxuan.

"We are grassroots organizations, grassroots organizations! Got it? Our task is the task of the people, and when the people eat dumplings during the festival, we have to make dumplings. ”

"To be serious, I recently discovered a supernatural game, which is to feed dumplings to the dead, and the key is that the dumplings are filled with cherry pits and locust leaves, so I have to call you here, whether you play or not you think of it."

Lu You spread his hands.

Hearing the supernatural game, Zhu Yuanhui's eyes lit up on the side, and he hurriedly asked:

"Brother You, tell me the rules! I want to play! ”

So Lu You repeated the rules to the two in detail, and the two said that the game was very interesting and they could give it a try.

With that, the three of them began to eat cherries violently, and in less than twenty minutes, a pot of cherries was eaten up by the three of them.

The locust tree is also strange when it comes to it, and there is one in the backyard of the pavilion.

It is said that the locust tree should not be an evergreen species, and it should have just sprouted in the late winter and early spring of March.

But the one in the backyard has bloomed without obeying the laws of nature.

The division of labor has been clear, Zhu Yuanhui went to buy dumpling wrappers and related utensils, and Xin Jiaxuan and Lu You managed to climb the locust tree to pick leaves.

I was busy for more than two hours, and by the time the thirteen dumplings were ready, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"You say, can a dead man eat raw dumplings?" Zhu Yuanhui asked.

"I don't think it's going to work, I'm going to have diarrhea." Lu You replied.

"Are you still having diarrhea when you're dead? What's wrong with you two? Xin Jiaxuan gave each of them a brain collapse.

So the three fools took a pot of dumplings, took a taxi to a nearby town to find a steamed bun shop, steamed the dumplings, and then took a taxi back to the museum.

This western suburb, due to some historical problems, has led to extremely poor feng shui, and it is an extremely obscure place.

The buildings located in the western suburbs are either funeral parlors or funeral parlors, in short, related to the dead.

The fact that the museum is located in the western suburbs also seems to indicate that its role is anything but ordinary.

It is mentioned in the ancient martial arts of Yanhuang that everything has an "eye".

The eye is the source of everything and the weakness of everything.

The western suburbs are the eyes of the resentment of the entire Jinling City.

There was a Taoist priest who passed by Jinling and sighed.

The Xijiao Cemetery is located on the southwest side of the Western Suburbs, which is the edge of the entire Jinling.

Due to the increase in the number of burials, the cemetery was expanded eastward until it crossed Highway 426, which connects Huizhou and Jianghuai provinces.

After this expansion, 426 high-speed accidents occurred frequently, ranging from small scrapes and scratches, to serial rear-end collisions, fuel tank truck explosions, etc., which are common.

None of these are the worst, though.

It was probably Lu You's freshman year, and a series of extremely tragic murders occurred on the 426 highway.

At first, he was a large truck driver who walked at night, and he disappeared at 0:46 a.m. with people and cars, and none of the surveillance cameras on the road had filmed him during the time he was missing.

It wasn't until 4:26 a.m. that his car appeared out of thin air on the surveillance at the toll booth.

The car kept moving at a constant speed, slowly slid to the front of the toll booth and then stopped, but no matter how urged by the toll collector, he did not open the window to pay the fee, nor did he continue to move forward.

The toll collector was surprised and went out to check.

It's good not to look at it, but this look, it's a bad thing!

The driver was disemboweled, and died in the driver's seat with a hideous expression.

His skin was bare, covered in a layer of ice ballast, as if he had been quick-frozen with liquid nitrogen.

The strange thing is that his internal organs are all hollowed out.

All kinds of bodily fluids remained in liquid form, splashing everywhere in the cockpit, dark green bile mixed with oxidized and darkened blood, and the light shone on it, which was very permeable.

A bold employee at the toll booth pulled the car door open, ready to move the driver.

But who knows, the driver's head was like a ball, grunting down his neck and smashing into the employee's body, scaring him out on the spot.

The affair is not over, and since that day, a similar case has occurred every Thursday.

At that time, there was a saying that the cemetery in the western suburbs was an ancient battlefield, and the enemy's fierce spirits hovered here, waiting for an opportunity to continue to kill our compatriots.

But the truth, no one knows.