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Chapter 18: The Roast Pork Bun Case at Baxian Restaurant [Please collect]

The urban area of ​​South Australia in the 1980s.

Portuguese architecture is still the mainstream.

White marble columns.

The facade and eaves, carved with holy images, crosses and thorns, are quite exquisite.

In the evening, it is time for the Baxian Hotel to receive customers.

The location of Baxian Restaurant is average, but the signature barbecued pork buns are truly unique. The shrimp dumplings, first-class shrimp rice noodles, beef balls, baked Portuguese chicken, and African chicken in the restaurant also taste authentic.

Business has been good.

The boss, Mr. and Mrs. Zheng, are very dedicated to running the store and pay great attention to the quality of the dishes.

The couple runs a business.

My biggest hobby is gambling.

The two had a good friend and gambling partner named Huang.

The three of them often gambled together, usually playing mahjong and sometimes betting on sand crabs.

Zheng had bad luck with playing cards and often lost money, and owed Huang a large gambling debt.

Huang went to the house to collect debts many times.

Later, the murder was committed because Zheng owed gambling debts and refused to repay them.

Huang killed the owner and all the employees of Baxian Restaurant.

The body is then put into a machine and crushed.

Made into barbecued pork buns and sold.

As soon as this case came out.

The whole city of Nan'ao was in a panic, and citizens did not dare to go into the store to buy barbecued pork buns for a long time.

In the end, the case ended with Huang committing suicide in prison.

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One night after finishing work at the hotel,
Huang was playing mahjong with the boss Zheng and his wife and the chef in the restaurant, while Zheng's wife's ninth aunt Chen was watching the game.

Huang was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a serious expression.

There were two thousand yuan under the cup in front of him.

The money is not much, this is his confidence.

Although Zheng on the opposite side is an old acquaintance of his.

But Huang did not let him off at all.

There are no fathers and sons at the gambling table.

This has always been his purpose.

Three laps down.

Mr. and Mrs. Zheng and the restaurant chef were already sweating profusely.

My clothes were soaked with sweat.

Huang held up an 80,000 note and said to the three people with a smile, "Three of you, I'm going to win again, hahahaha."

Zheng was obviously so frustrated that he lost everything.

No wonder.

Thirty thousand dollars in front of him.

The 50,000 yuan I had with my wife was lost long ago.

This time, I’m trying to make up for the loss.

He even verbally borrowed 100,000 yuan from Huang to continue the card game.

It was so hard to win, but Huang got there first?
Snapped

There was a crisp sound.

“Eighty thousand!!”

Huang did not drag his feet at all.

"Confused!"

Except for Huang himself, the other three people at the table looked as pale as death.

Mr. and Mrs. Zheng lost a total of 180,000 yuan, including the principal and the IOU.

The chef lost more than 20,000 yuan.

These are not small numbers.

Especially the 180,000 yuan lost by Mr. and Mrs. Zheng.

The mortgage price of the Baxian Restaurant they owned was only around 110,000 or 20,000 yuan.

In these three rounds of mahjong, he lost almost all his belongings.

Zheng spoke first: "Brother Huang, we will definitely return the money to you."

As friends for so many years, Zheng knew Huang's character very well.

When it comes to gambling debts, there is no mercy at all.

"Yes, yes, Brother Huang, our restaurant is here, you don't have to worry about us not paying you back."

Zheng's wife quickly responded.

"Okay, Zheng, we are good friends. So, the 100,000 you borrowed this time plus the 80,000 you borrowed last time, a total of 180,000. I won't cheat you. Pay it back within a year, or you can mortgage the restaurant to me."

Huang won the battle.

He opened his shirt and fanned himself with a wad of cash in his hand.

"It's a deal, Brother Huang. If you can't pay the money back by the end of the year, we'll mortgage the restaurant to you."
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Every month thereafter, Huang would go to the hotel to collect the debt.

But every time he was rejected by Mr. and Mrs. Zheng.

On the day of the incident.

Huang found a new chef and a group of waiters and went to the restaurant entrance to ask for work.

Zheng refused again and the two started fighting.

Zheng shouted: "What the hell are you paying back? You don't have the IOU."
The two sides broke up unhappy.

The night of the incident.

Huang sneaked into the backyard of the hotel wearing a raincoat.

He drugged everyone in the hotel and made them unconscious.

Tie them all up and put them in the yard.

Huang splashed water on several people to wake them up.

Huang picked up a beer bottle on the table and smashed the bottom of the bottle into a half-broken weapon. He grabbed Zheng's youngest son who was standing next to him with one hand, pressed the broken bottle against his neck, and ordered everyone not to make a sound.

Although there were a total of 9 people present at the time, including Zheng Lin's family and the chef, they were all tied up and their only son was in Huang's hands, so no one dared to move.

At this moment, Zheng's wife suddenly attacked, yelled loudly and tried to pick up her son. Huang rushed forward and stabbed Zheng's wife in the neck with a broken wine bottle, causing her to fall to the ground. Huang then went berserk and stabbed or strangled the remaining people with the wine bottle.

Huang spent eight hours dismembering the body, using the store's electric meat grinder to break it up.

Some of the minced meat was used to make barbecued pork buns.

The rest are placed in two layers of black plastic bags and disposed of one by one in the trash can.

The last scene.

Close-up shot.

It was a dark night in Fenggao, inside the courtyard of the Eight Sages Hotel.

There is a meat grinder that is as tall as a person.

A tall man in a raincoat was busy debugging the machine.

There were large black plastic bags scattered around the yard.

A corner of the yard.

Zheng's wife, who was wearing a floral dress, was tied up tightly.

Mouth stuffed with cotton.

His eyes were dull.

There was no sound at all.

Obviously frightened.

The tall Huang was putting pieces of meat into the meat grinder.

Suddenly he turned around like a madman and jumped in front of Zheng's wife.

His face was hideous, his eyes were bulging, and he looked like an evil ghost:

"Be obedient! I told you, be obedient, I don't want to kill you, I don't want to kill you, why don't you obey? Huh? Tell me, why don't you obey?"

"Are you planning to secretly call the police? Huh? Damn it, damn it!"

"I asked you to be my boss's wife, why didn't you agree? Why!"

"I won't let the police catch us. The police should not even think about catching us. I always do things very cleanly. You are so cute. I want to let you go. I really want to let you go. I don't want to kill anyone anymore. I didn't want to kill anyone in the first place."

Jiang Hanwen grabbed Wang Xiaolu's neck and roared continuously. At first, Wang Xiaolu still had the strength to shake his head, but later he could only desperately pull away Jiang Hanwen's hand that was pinching his neck. His face turned red and he retched with all his might.

Suddenly, Jiang Hanwen let go of Wang Xiaolu, and she fell to the ground, holding her neck and coughing bitterly. Her face turned red and tears and snot appeared.

The poor woman thought she had escaped. As she greedily breathed in the rare air, she didn't know that the man behind her had already raised an axe towards her.

After a few blows from the axe, bright red blood splattered on the snow-white wall, and a life as beautiful as a flower was gone.

"Crack!"

When Fatty Wang's voice was heard, the short man sitting next to him smoking and the tall and thin man standing by the window looking out the window turned around, and everyone started clapping.

Jiang Hanwen tilted his head to the left and right, put down the axe stained with red liquid in his hand, and reached out to Wang Xiaolu.

"Does your neck hurt? Can I get you an ice pack?"

Pulling Wang Xiaolu to a chair aside, Jiang Hanwen took out a few crumpled pieces of toilet paper from his pocket and handed them to Wang Xiaolu.

When Wang Xiaolu saw the paper, he stiffened for a moment, but still took it.

"No, it doesn't hurt."

Jiang Hanwen nodded, while Fatty Wang took a bunch of things to his sister and stuffed an ice pack into her hands.

"Brother, I really don't feel any pain. It's very cold to put an ice pack on my neck today, okay?"

"Don't bullshit me. I know I have to act realistically. If it doesn't hurt, how can you act like it's real?" Fatty Wang retorted immediately.

Wang Xiaolu immediately slapped Fatty Wang and looked at Jiang Hanwen carefully.

Jiang Hanwen went to the bathroom very attentively, and a lot of red liquid was splashed on his body.

"Wang Bangchui, have you eaten too much today? How dare you ruin my show?" Seeing that there was no one around, Wang Xiaolu stared at his brother.

"No, you little girl, how can you not know what's good for you? I'm just concerned about you. Don't call me by that nickname anymore. It's so embarrassing."

"You still know how to embarrass yourself," Wang Xiaolu was so angry that her face turned red again before she could reply. "I told you it didn't hurt anymore, why are you yelling in front of Brother Jiang? It's like you're blaming him. And! I really didn't pinch you hard. Brother Jiang graduated from a professional film and television academy, don't you have any confidence in this?"

"That's me, that's me..."

"What? Speak louder. There are only two of us. I didn't hear you clearly."

Fatty Wang was speechless when he saw his sister being shy. What was going on?

(End of this chapter)