Treacherous Collector

Chapter 41 Dongpo Meat is So Delicious

Today is definitely the worst day in Su Zizhan's life. There has never been a day like this before, and it probably won't happen again in the future.

As a serious sci-fi fan, Su Zizhan has watched many zombie movies. In these zombie movies, the transformation of the dead must be one of the indispensable plots.

But just now, a human being was right in front of his eyes. The corpse~changed~
He was thinking about whether he should give others a good time, but another inexplicable person jumped out and used a set of operations similar to the dance master, and healed the zombie.
"It's so weird."

As soon as Lu You left, Su Zizhan sighed. He was surprised to see that there was a minibar beside him, so he went in and got a bottle of white wine for a drink.

The pot cooking Dongpo pork was steaming in the kitchen, making a gurgling sound. Su Zizhan took a sip of the wine and fried the pork with chopsticks, enjoying himself.

Two weeks ago, Su Zizhan's college roommate and good buddy disappeared. A few days before his disappearance, he sent a message to Su Zizhan, saying that he was going to attend a party of a supernatural website. At the end of the chat, he sent him the URL.

After that day, the good buddy lost contact. After calling his family, he learned that his disappearance had been investigated.

During the party in the villa yesterday, Su Zizhan also saw his buddy's brother, a policeman, and he felt a lot more at ease at that moment.

Although I knew that those people were not good people before I came, but with the police around, it will always be safer.

Su Zizhan, who was eating and drinking, was happier. To be honest, he didn't know why he came here.

In order to investigate the truth about the disappearance of a good brother?Obviously he doesn't have the ability.

For a meal?No, no, he has been timid since he was a child, and he is definitely not someone who can eat this bowl of rice.

Don't think about things that you don't understand, and let your mind go blank, but a thing that bothers him even more pops up:

He forgot to tell Lu You to bring a bottle of rice wine from the food store next to the pharmacy!
Now he was so angry that he jumped up and down. The troubles in life belong to troubles. Even if troubles exist, life will continue tomorrow.

But eating is different. If you don’t eat a good meal, you will never eat a good meal. No matter how many delicacies from mountains and seas you eat in the future, this bad meal will always become a hidden thorn in your heart.

Looking at his friend with cataract lying next to him, Su Zizhan also understood the priorities, forgot about the rice wine, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, the stew should be out of the pot.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the unrestrained enthusiasm of the liquor mixed with the aroma of oil and spices came out, instantly dispelling Zizhan's troubles.

He deftly took out the meat on a plate, seeing the alluring color produced by the ultimate collision of white meat and soy sauce, he couldn't help but pick up a piece with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

"Lu Hao! Lu Hao? Where are you?"

Holding a bottle of alcohol and a box of cephalosporins in his hand, Lu You shouted as he ran.

At this time, Lu Hao had woken up slowly, staring at the ceiling in a daze, when he heard someone calling him to respond weakly:
"Hey, I'm here, I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Here, eat this."

Lu You handed him a bag of cefixime granules to drink from the half bottle of mineral water left when he took the ibuprofen just now.

"Your wound is inflamed, just take some anti-inflammatory medicine."

"It hurts, it's a burning pain in my chest."

Lu Hao opened his mouth, made an ugly expression, and then pointed to the wound on his chest.

The watermelon knife made a big cut obliquely. Although the wound was not deep, the visual effect must be full.

When I went to the car wash shop, Lu Hao seemed to be embracing the middle-aged fat man. Lu You was a little curious, so he asked:
"I thought you were crazy when I saw you holding that flat-faced scary thing in the car wash."

A bit of bitterness flashed across Lu Hao's face.

"Maybe it's the upper body of a ghost. I would hallucinate when I heard the sound of the wind chime at the door of the store. To be honest, I thought that thing was my mother."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Su Zizhan came out with the meat, and happened to see Lu You laughing.

"Are you back? Just right, let's eat together."

Han Yang finished taking the candles, and was about to go through the food court and take the escalator back to the third floor, when he suddenly saw a store with lights on, and took a closer look, it was Lu You and the other three who were enjoying the food.

"Hello."

"Hey, I rely on it!"

Su Zizhan trembled for a moment, but didn't dare to turn his head.

"Huh? Come on, sit down and have some food."

Lu You didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, so he asked Han Yang to sit down and ordered Su Zizhan to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

"It's okay, this is a friend, we are in the group, don't be afraid."

He patted Su Zizhan on the back vigorously.

"Why are you here?"

Han Yang's tone was very calm, not at all like an interrogative sentence.

"We were hungry, so we specially invited this chef to make a big meal, hahahaha."

Lu You was in a good mood, perhaps because the taste of Dongpo meat was so good.

"Oh, then I'll eat some too."

"Okay, come on, it's a pity that the chef forgot to stew the white rice. You are from Suicheng, can you get used to sesame seed cakes?"

"can."

Han Yang was unambiguous, served with fried pork, and ate a sesame seed cake in two bites.

An inexplicable dinner made the four people who had nothing to do with each other get closer in an instant.

Su Zizhan, who had had a good time drinking, began to toast to others, but when the toast came to Lu Hao, he was picked up by Lu You.

"Brother Lu, you don't have a drink guard!"

"You are stupid, he took cephalosporin..."

Zizhan patted his head and said:
"Look at my memory, it's all right, just keep eating."

"By the way, why are you all here?"

Lu Hao asked.

"Hobbies." Han Yang replied.

"I thought this job would be a lucrative job, and I would make a living." Su Zizhan still used the same rhetoric, but in fact he didn't know his real purpose.

I signed up in a daze, joined the group in a daze, entered the villa in a daze, and was tied here again in a daze, everything was muddled.

If it comes, it will be safe, and now he just wants to get out alive.

"To live."

Lu You gave an answer that had nothing to do with normal purposes.

"Why? After these two days, I don't think I came here to live. I'm afraid I don't want to live."

Lu Hao resumed his usual talkativeness.

"I can't explain the details. I have been held hostage by forces far more terrifying than those wearing masks. If I don't come here, I will die."

The drunken Lu You started talking nonsense, but Lu Hao continued to ask questions, and they continued their meaningless chat like this.

Lu You's heart was full of mixed feelings, and his temples were aching. It was time to relax, but why did he feel inexplicably tired.

While chatting, his thoughts had already flown to the sky, and a small part of his soul remained in his body to continue to deal with Lu Hao, while other parts were wandering around in various problems in his brain.

The days of being kidnapped by the museum became more and more thrilling every day. I was also confused, killed in a confused way, signed a contract of prostitution in a confused way, and ended up reduced to a wage earner in the museum.

In fact, that just now wasn't completely bad talk, the museum that can buy and sell Yangshou must be a more terrifying force than the masked men.

(End of this chapter)