Treacherous Collector

Chapter 6
Lu You was still sleeping soundly, but the computer screen in front of him suddenly lit up, automatically loading the mission details interface.

Quest - Nightmare's End:

Dead people can eat dumplings!

I don't know if you behind the screen believe it, but I do.If you have doubts about my words, please take 13 dumplings stuffed with locust tree leaves and cherry pits to Tomb No. 26, Area B, Xijiao Cemetery.

The owner of tomb No. 26 has just been ransacked by tomb robbers and is lying on his back, waiting for your dumplings!

Precautions: Check the position of the mouth of the corpse in advance, do not look directly at the corpse when feeding, just put the dumplings near the mouth of the corpse.

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

Back behind the bar, he noticed the lit screen. After reading it carefully, he turned on his phone and entered WeChat, and clicked into a group chat called "Nanjing University 404 Branch of the War and Suspense Bureau".

You: @黎小路辛@I don’t eat pork. I’m at No. 180, Fushou Road, in the western suburbs. Come quickly. I have something to discuss. Bring a pot of cherries.

Ling Xiaoluxin: Received, Lao Zhu is still awake, wait for me to carry him over.

Four or 10 minutes later, the 1.8-meter-tall black-skinned "Ayanokōji Shin" led the sleepy and fat "I don't eat pork" into the exhibition hall from the main entrance. "I don't eat pork" was still holding a A pot of cherries.

"Brother You!" Ling Xiaoluxin beckoned, and then ran up to give Lu You a bear hug.

"Brother You!" I rushed forward even without eating pork, and my stomach crushed the already unstable triangular structure of Lu and Xin, and the three of them lay on the ground together.

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

"Hey." The fat man smiled innocently and scratched his head.

"Get up, get up! If you don't get up, quickly collect the corpse!" Lu You roared angrily. Obviously, the combined weight of the two of them was nearly [-] catties, which was not something the thin Lu You could bear.

This Lingxiaolu Xin, named Xin Jiaxuan, is from Jicheng, Shandong Province, a sophomore in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of Jinling University. Apart from being tall like a man in Shandong Province, he also has a very high literary talent. In ancient times, that would be He is a general with both civil and military skills.

It's just that he likes to watch anime, and he likes it so much that he is a little dazed, so dazed that his social accounts, from id to avatar, are all Two-dimensional.

As for the little fat man, surnamed Zhu, surnamed Yuanhui, from Wuyuan, Huizhou, he was a classmate with Xin and Lu, and he was a second-year student in the Department of Philosophy.

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

"Comrade Xiao Lu, what is the purpose of calling the organization to send our two commissioners here?"

"Make dumplings."

"Huh???" Xin and Zhu were both puzzled.

"You are wasting the organization's resources!" After a long silence, Xin Jiaxuan protested.

"No, then what do you think the mission of our comrades in the War Bureau is? Stealing the military secrets of the United States? Or secretly recovering Japan?" Lu You poured cold water on Xin Jiaxuan.

"We are a grassroots organization, a grassroots organization! Do you understand? Our task is the task of the people. When the people eat dumplings during festivals, we have to make dumplings."

"To be serious, I recently discovered a supernatural game, which is to feed the dead people dumplings. The key is that the dumplings are filled with cherry pits and locust tree leaves, so I have to ask you to come, and you can decide whether you want to play or not."

Lu You spread his hands.

Hearing the supernatural game, Zhu Yuanhui's eyes lit up, 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 try it.

After all, the three of them started eating cherries, and in less than 10 minutes, a pot of cherries was devoured by the three of them.

It is strange to mention the pagoda tree, there is one in the backyard of the exhibition hall.

Ordinarily, the locust tree should not be an evergreen tree species, and it should have just sprouted in late winter and early spring in March.

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

The division of labor was clear, Zhu Yuanhui went to buy dumpling skins and related utensils, Xin Jiaxuan and Lu You managed to climb up the pagoda tree to pick leaves.

After working for more than two hours, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when the thirteen dumplings were ready.

"You said, can a dead person eat raw dumplings?" Zhu Yuanhui asked.

"I don't think so, I will have diarrhea." Lu You replied.

"They're both dead and still have diarrhea? What's wrong with you two?" Xin Jiaxuan gave each of them a headache.

So the three idiots 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.

As for the western suburbs, due to some historical problems, the feng shui is extremely poor, and it is an extremely gloomy place.

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

The museum's location in the western suburbs seems to indicate that its role is not ordinary.

Yanhuang ancient martial arts mentioned that all things have "eyes".

Eyes are the source of everything and also the weakness of everything.

And the western suburbs are the eyes of resentment in the entire Jinling City.

A wandering Taoist once passed by Jinling with emotion.

Xijiao Cemetery is located in the southwest of Xijiao, and is the edge of the entire Jinling.

Due to the increase in the number of burials, the cemetery has been expanding eastward until it crosses Highway 426 connecting Huizhou Province and Jianghuai Province.

After this expansion, there have been frequent accidents on Highway 426, ranging from scratches to serial rear-end collisions and tank truck explosions.

But these are not the most serious.

Probably when Lu You was a freshman, a series of extremely tragic murders occurred on the 426 highway.

At first, it was a large truck driver who was walking at night. He disappeared at 0:46 a.m. with his person and car. No surveillance camera on this section of the road captured him during the period of his disappearance.

Until 4:26 in the morning, his car appeared out of thin air in the monitoring of the toll booth.

The car kept driving at a constant speed, taxied slowly to the toll booth and then stopped, but no matter how urged by the toll collector, he didn't open the window to pay the toll, and he didn't move on.

The toll collector felt strange, so he went out to check.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but it's a bad thing to look at it!
The driver was disemboweled and died on the driver's seat with a grim expression.

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

Strangely, his internal organs were all hollowed out.

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

A courageous employee at the toll booth opened the door, ready to move the driver.

But who knows, the driver's head was like a ball, rolled down from his neck and hit the employee, scaring him to faint on the spot.

This matter 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 spirits lingered here, waiting for opportunities to continue to kill our compatriots.

But the truth, no one knows.

(End of this chapter)