I have special communication skills

Chapter 6 The New Dead Emerge

The days of part-time work were fairly peaceful, she gradually became familiar with everyone, and everyone found that she was really just working peacefully, with no other thoughts, but well, the sequelae of being too beautiful is that basically other women Huddle together to exclude her.

Yang Mianmian didn't even want to talk about it, she couldn't understand how they could be so boring and naive.

For example, putting nails in Yang Mianmian's sneakers, or trying to cut her uniform, but both failed. Yang Mianmian's sneakers immediately complained: "( >﹏<)~Wow, someone in Mianmian Putting nails here makes me uncomfortable!"

Yang Mianmian's cabinet would rather die than surrender, and would not be pulled open, and the small brass lock that cost [-] cents a piece blushed, and she didn't let Wang Lu get her wish.

So if one plan fails, another plan will be made. When Yang Mianmian took the rice bowl to eat today, he found that there were only a few vegetable leaves left in the vegetable jar, and there was nothing left in the soup, not even a slice of wax gourd.

She took a look and went to the kitchen with her rice bowl.

The kitchen was filled with smoke and fire, and the smell was tangy. A group of tall and thick men were sweating profusely in front of the stove. When they saw her coming, they all laughed: "Why is Mianmian here?"

"Is there anything left to eat?" She held up the rice bowl without embarrassment at all, "There is no food in the vegetable bowl."

The young girl's small thoughts couldn't be concealed in front of them. The chubby chef was cooking a famous dish of the restaurant, and when he heard it, he smiled and said, "Come on, Mianmian, I'll give you a taste of this foie gras."

Yang Mianmian glanced at it twice, then shook her head: "No need, do you have any meat, braised pork?"

Of course, such an ordinary dish does not need to be prepared by the chef himself. A young man next to him smiled: "Come on, Mianmian." He scooped up a spoonful of braised pork for her, causing her eyes to shine: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

As a result, when she left the kitchen, there was braised pork in brown sauce and octopus with shrimps and crab roe in her rice bowl. She was so happy that she didn't want to give up this job.

Alas, although the kitchen is a bit complicated, at least the food is very affordable. Even if you make money in the future, where can you eat such great dishes?Yang Mianmian was seriously thinking about this question while stuffing the vegetables into his mouth.

She was sitting in the lounge eating lunch, and the kitchen was bustling with people not forgetting to gossip.

"This child Mian Mian is really pitiful," said the young cook who served her braised pork. "I heard from the manager that she is earning tuition fees."

"She has good academic performance." The chef wiped his hands and interjected, "My son is in the third year of high school this year. I bought him some exercise books. I saw them the other day and asked if I could borrow them. I watched her solve problems on paper napkins, and she got all the answers right."

"So amazing, is she in the second or third year of high school?"

"He's only a sophomore in high school. This kid is smart, beautiful, and sensible. He's good at studying. He's sure to be promising in the future." The chef sighed.He can be a chef, of course he will not be a person without a heart, whether it is the open and secret struggles of the apprentices below or the intrigue of the girls outside, he can clearly see it, but he just doesn't take it seriously.

But as a parent, I always have a preference for students with good grades, and the chef is no exception.

Yang Mianmian is actually not interested in reading, but everyone says she wants to study, so she should read. However, the knowledge in textbooks is really simple for her. The other day, she read the guidance books for the third year of high school and heard people say that the college entrance examination is like The single-plank bridge, out of curiosity, she borrowed it to have a look.

It turned out to be just as simple.

She suddenly lost interest.

Unknowingly, she actually ate up a whole pot of food. The feeling of fullness that she hadn't seen for a long time made her very satisfied, and it was rare to feel sleepy holding her head up.

It's raining again outside.Yang Mianmian's eyes stopped on a red dress hanging in the closet. This is Wang Lu's new dress. It's a famous brand. Although it's out of season, it's still very expensive.

The red clothes have to remind people of the murder cases during this period, because the murderer likes to kill women in red clothes on rainy days, so the murderer is called "Rainy Night Butcher" by the police.

She didn't expect that Wang Lu would dare to wear red clothes. Although everyone can't avoid going to the street, they basically don't know how to wear red clothes. However, Wang Lu looks gorgeous and wears red skirts. He scoffed at the rumors.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Lu opened the door and came in, contemptuous of her, "Poor people are poor people."

Yang Mianmian rolled her eyes, she really didn't know why in these people's mouths, being poor has become a mistake, if you are poor, you should be poor, it's a normal thing, why do you say it as a heinous thing.

Wang Lu began to change clothes, and said as she changed, "You know, I bought this from Hong Kong through a trustee. It is a style designed by a world-class designer. Do you know my bottle of foundation? It costs 1000 yuan. Forget it." , anyway, you must have never seen someone like you, even if you go to the counter, they won't give you a trial outfit!"

Yang Mianmian held her head and said nothing.

The red dress was a bit embarrassing: "Actually, I'm in last year's style..."

That bottle of liquid foundation also blushed a little: "Actually, I'm just a trial set..."

Yang Mianmian: "..."

Ha ha.

Wang Lu didn't know that she had been exposed, so she put false eyelashes on her face and said, "Don't underestimate yourself, I think you are the only one in this store who is pretty, and when I leave you won't be ashamed." It’s better to pick up the cheap and find a rich man than to serve dishes here every day.”

There was an indescribable unwillingness and resentment in her tone.

Yang Mianmian felt that she could actually understand Wang Lu. She was just an ordinary girl with such a beautiful face, who would be willing to serve dishes here for the rest of her life?If this is the case, in the future it will be nothing more than marrying an ordinary man and serving him food and clothing after get off work every day. He may not appreciate it, and may even cheat on her to raise a mistress.

Who is willing to waste a woman's life in children and milk powder?
But understanding is understanding, that's just half of the road facing the sky, and no one is in the way of anyone.

It's just that Wang Lu saw that she didn't take much notice of her point, so she was a little angry, closed the makeup mirror, put on the dress, and when she was wearing high heels, Yang Mianmian finally said respectfully: "You... ...Aren't you afraid?"

"What?" Wang Lu asked back, seeing her looking at her skirt, she snorted coldly with disdain, "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just spreading rumors!"

As soon as Yang Mianmian heard it, she remembered the rumors in the restaurant. It is said that Wang Lu was raised by a rich man from the government. It is not surprising that she would get some inside information.

But since the other party didn't appreciate it, she stopped talking after a reminder, and sat there quietly watching the rain.

Wang Lu snorted, stepped on her high heels and left.

At that time, Yang Mianmian didn't know that this was the last time she saw Wang Lu.

The next day, she had just changed in the locker room when she heard the manager ask, "Why didn't Wang Lu come to work?"

The girl who was on good terms with her quickly excused her: "Maybe it's because of a sudden illness."

"Call her, and if she doesn't come, she won't ask me for leave."

The manager has been a little annoyed.

The restaurant didn't open until ten o'clock in the morning, but Yang Mianmian arrived early, and it was only nine o'clock now, so she took a rag and wiped the table casually to pass the time.

Table No. 1 is coquettish with her: "I like that you wiped it for me, it's full of oil every day, it's so uncomfortable!"

Table No. 2 gossips with her: "After closing the door yesterday, so-and-so and so-and-so are still doing embarrassing things on me, wipe it off, it smells so bad!"

Yang Mianmian was stunned, and did not move for a long time. It took a long time to realize that human beings are indeed a complex creature. While flaunting morality, it is difficult to conceal the nature of animals.

At 09:30, she finished wiping the table and was praised by the manager: "Why don't you still work with me after school?" Know?"

"Ah."

At [-]:[-], the manager was about to open the door. He didn't expect that Wang Lu didn't come, but a group of policemen instead. He wondered, "Who are you?"

"We want to know something about Wang Lu."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Mianmian immediately raised her head and looked into Jing Chu's eyes: "Is she dead?"

Jing Chu was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes."

Yang Mianmian heard countless suppressed weeping voices.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. If she had known, she would have persuaded her before she left yesterday, or she would have cut her skirt to pieces, at least... she would not have died.

According to the watch on Jing Chu's body, Wang Lu was the fourth victim. When she died, her hands and feet were bound, and there were traces of being violated. What was even more abnormal was that the murderer stuffed a few peaches in her private parts.

Really a pervert.

Everyone talked about it, but they couldn't provide any clues. When asked about Yang Mianmian, she thought about it and shook her head.

All day long, everyone was depressed. Yang Mianmian went to work early today and could go back in the afternoon, but instead of going home, she packed a meal (free of charge) from the restaurant and went to the police station.

It was the first time for her to come to the police station, and as soon as she entered the door, her ears hurt from the loud voice: "You useless guys! The murderer who killed my daughter is still at large!"

"It's all your incompetence!"

"You trash who only take money and don't work! You are being raised for nothing!"

These voices are still civilized, what's more: "I'm fucking you..." The ugly n sentences are omitted below.

Yang Mianmian took a step back with the lunch box in hand, feeling dizzy.

That's all, she also heard all kinds of scolding, such as: "╰(‵□′)╯Ci Ao, your uncle is so noisy, you dare to act wildly in the land of labor and management, are you tired of work?"

It was a telescoping baton who said that.

There are also handcuffs fanning the flames: "(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ let labor and management handcuff those bastards!"

"..." Yang Mianmian thought to herself, things in the police station don't seem to have a good temper.

(End of this chapter)