Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 167
That's right, that pervert who eats human flesh and drinks human blood is that middle-aged foreigner.

At that time, scholars knew that this foreign man looked sickly, but in fact there was nothing wrong with him at all. He pounced on him like a wild animal and beat him so badly that the scholar was beyond recognition and both legs were broken!Moreover, the foreigner cut off the scholar's legs in front of the scholar, and ate the meat on the legs...

That scholar really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. It is estimated that God thought it was not good to give someone such a miserable ending for no reason. After all, he had committed suicide seven or eight times before and failed to die, so he was very lucky. Confused.

fainted!

As for why the foreign man didn't continue to kill and eat him when he saw the scholar fainted, I don't know about it.In short, when the scholar woke up, the foreign man was no longer in the basement.The scholar climbed like crazy, along the basement stairs, climbed to the bedroom, from the bedroom, climbed all the way out of the foreigner's house, and finally climbed to the head of the vegetable market.

……

The people who learned the truth about the missing persons recently became angry at that time. How could they be amiable foreigners? They are simply demons!

At that time, Zhuohang was only a foreigner, and the people were angry and impulsive, so the copycats went to the residence of foreigners.

Moreover, the foreigner was really captured alive.

When the foreigner was caught, he was still in a daze. He denied life and death in broken Chinese, called the people barbarians, and instructed someone to find the entrance to the basement from under his bed. He was dumbfounded.At that time, the foreigner did not live alone in Zhuohang, but also her daughter, a young and beautiful foreign girl, in fact, she probably didn’t know anything, because when she saw the picture of the basement, she was so scared that she peed like crazy. Grabbed her dad and asked what was going on.

The foreigner's face was gloomy and cold at that time, and he didn't give an explanation, just kept silent.

Later, the common people found some strange books in the foreigner's basement. Because Zhuo Hang's average education level was relatively low at that time, and there was no one who knew English, so they didn't know what was written on the tree.I only knew that the foreigner was a devil... So, the impulsive people at that time did not wait for the government officials to come, so they lynched the foreign middle-aged man in the basement, and cut half of them into pieces, with the wound still on the wound. Spread honey, find a few mad dogs, and finally eat the corpses to pieces.

But the anger of the people has not dissipated, and they seem to be crazy. They actually set their sights on the foreign old perverted daughter, that foreign girl who knows nothing.

The girl was woken up by the villagers dousing her with water, and in this basement covered with fragments of human flesh, she was gang-raped by a group of crazy villagers, beaten, repeatedly, until she died...

"...It is said that the process lasted until around twelve o'clock in the night before the foreign girl died. In fact, the anger of the villagers had long since dissipated, and what was left was just an explosion of the perverted soul in their hearts. It's no different from a man-eating demon." The waiter's voice became cold and long.

The girl at the same table asked weakly: "Then... then what? How did the haunted house come about?"

The waiter smiled: "From then on, before twelve o'clock at night, people who walked into the haunted house could hear the foreign girl howling in pain in the basement, as well as the distorted laughter of the people around him... Oh, by the way, you can just listen to this story, you really can’t go at twelve o’clock at night, because the guests who went there at that time really didn’t come out alive.”

After finishing speaking, the waiter brother stood up: "You guys eat slowly, and call me if you need it."

"Hey, buddy, wait a minute!" I grabbed the waiter brother who was about to leave.

The little brother stopped and looked at me: "Sir, what do you need..."

Speaking of this, the waiter brother suddenly frowned slightly.

I was taken aback: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, sir... I just think you look familiar. Oh, by the way, sir, do you need me?"

"Ha, no, I called you because I have been listening to that story just now. There is one thing that I don't understand. In your story, the reason why the foreigner became a pervert was to follow him to find him in his house. Does it have something to do with the few books that no one understood at the time? You said, no one understood at the time, this seems to be a foreshadowing, what kind of book is that?"

The waiter brother smiled at me: "Sir, you are very careful... But, you are superstitious. It's just a legend. There is no foreshadowing. Those books are just books. I don't know what the contents of the books are. Give me Neither did the storyteller."

"Oh...that's it." I was a little disappointed.

Well, I have had this problem since I was a child, and I love to be serious, especially when listening to stories, watching TV series and so on.

After the waiter brother left, I approached the proprietress: "Sister Lan, what kind of book do you think that is?"

The proprietress smiled faintly: "Let's have a Chinese-English dictionary."

I have black lines all over my face.

At this time, the proprietress approached me again: "Young man, do you think what the waiter brother said just now is true or false?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Legends, how many of them are true, the rumors are getting bigger and bigger, I'll tell you what kind of troops are stationed, what kind of strangers are not allowed to enter, what kind of head of the top ten haunted houses... …One truth, what was the original, what was the original reason, if we don’t go back to the beginning, no one will know.”

The proprietress nodded and smiled, then put down her chopsticks: "We're full, boy, let's find a place to rest, and then wait until twelve o'clock at night to go to that ghost house."

"Ah? I have to go at twelve o'clock, no... Sister Lan, don't you think that maybe that girl Qiao Man is cheating on me again? She has been trying to kill me like a desperate person, and she probably wants to deceive me." If we die in the house, can we not fall for it? Besides, you heard the story just now, does it have anything to do with me? Am I that pervert, or his daughter? Or that...that unlucky scholar?"

As a result, the proprietress said a word, I don't know why, after listening to it, I felt cold from the back of my heel to the back of my head.

"Maybe...you are the one who told him the story." After finishing speaking, he smiled faintly at me.

……

After we finished our meal, the proprietress and I found a small hotel next to the restaurant. The environment was not very good and it was not clean. obsolete state.Therefore, this woman stood very hard to herself.

I don't care, I fell asleep on the bed, and she was standing by her bed all the time, and when I woke up, she was still standing there.

I was startled: "I'm going... Sister Lan, aren't you tired? You haven't been standing since I fell asleep, what, I take off my clothes, can you lie on my clothes and go up?"

"Will I be that stupid? I've had enough rest, let's go, it's almost twelve o'clock."

Enough rest?You are just bragging, there are no chairs in this room, and your sheets are so tidy, how could you lie down... Just when I was thinking about this, I was suddenly taken aback, smelling a fragrance on my body, very familiar , Smell it carefully, it is exactly the same as the faint scent of the proprietress.

I raise my eyebrows.

"I sat on you for a while while you were sleeping."

My face is full of black lines, am I your sofa? !
And the most important thing... why didn't Mao wake me up!And if you want, you can lie on me, big sister!
When I came back to the haunted house, the night was different from the day, whether it was because the atmosphere had become really gloomy or because of my own psychological factors, in short, the haunted house was more like a haunted house... rather than a dangerous house.

Pushing open the gate of the haunted house, my wife and I walked in.

Sure enough, it was a place where foreigners lived before. The buildings and decorations inside are all European-style at first glance. There is a fountain without water, a stone child with short arms and short legs, and this bungalow that looks like a small castle... …

But speaking of it, this bungalow is very old, and there is no sense of disobedience when it is posted with the word demolition.

"Let's go, boy, you've been hesitating for a long time, come in with me." The proprietress urged me and walked ahead.

I don't know what's wrong with me now. I was really not afraid of ghosts in the past, and I am not afraid of ghosts now, but I am afraid of death.I looked at the back of the proprietress, and shouted: "Sister Lan, didn't you say that you can hear the sound at twelve o'clock? We, let's listen to the sound outside, why fly in, right? Hey, Sister Lan!"

Well, she ignored me, I can't let a woman go in by herself, I'm cowardly here.So, I also followed in, and at the same time, I checked the time, and it was still three minutes away from twelve o'clock.

"Sister Lan, I don't see any ghosts here. You said it's been more than 100 years... and I haven't become a ghost king yet? Is this ghost's leveling speed a bit slow?"

"There are thousands of ghosts. Who said it's so easy to become a ghost king. Do you know that after the ghost king, you can cultivate a real body and turn into a demon. At that time, it will be like resurrection from death."

I do not understand.

But I'm curious, what kind of monster is this monster?A ghost, or a shemale?
But before I could ask, another voice suddenly appeared in my ear...

Laughter, crying, intertwined, each sound is very long, each sound is very cold...

It was as if streams of icy muddy water were entangled in my ears. I raised my eyebrows and reached out to pat the boss lady on the shoulder: "Sister Lan, did you hear that?"

The proprietress nodded and pointed in one direction: "Just ahead, let's go."

I followed closely.

We walked straight along the innermost corridor on the first floor of the bungalow. There were one door after another on both sides of the corridor. When we reached the door at the end of the corridor, the noise reached the loudest.

As the waiter brother said, there are cries, begging for mercy, laughter, and insults intertwined here, which makes people feel scalp numb.

Click!

Just as I was immersed in the horrible sound effects, the proprietress unscrewed the door.

As a result, the moment the door was opened, the sound in the room disappeared.

"Huh? Why is there no sound?" I raised my eyebrows.

The proprietress looked around. At first, she looked puzzled, but gradually, the slender and charming eyes of the proprietress slowly revealed a smile, and finally the corners of her mouth curled up: "Young man, there are actually no ghosts here at all."

(End of this chapter)