Dark Matter Museum

The boss always felt that Zhao Kun was also staring at him secretly.

That look, like a needle in his face, made him very painful.

It hasn't been so early for many years, and the boss is very uncomfortable.He was boring when he swiped his phone, and when the busy person was bored, he started thinking.

This Zhao Kun looks so edible, and he looks very strange.For so long, there is no sign of injury to his neck.Why, Aunt Wang, Qian Jingwan told him not to let his son nod his head?

He nodded, what will happen?

The more the boss thought about it, the more curious it became. Zhao Kun was a stranger. After staying face to face with him for a long time, he didn't see him attacking.The boss got bold and knocked on the side: "Brother Zhao Kun, is your neck really hurt?"

Zhao Kun shook his whole body when the boss was asking about his neck.

"Can't you really nod your head?" There are a few people who are not gossip about being a small shop owner.Seeing that they are introverted and not talkative, the gossip mood in their heart suddenly rises: "Also, I think you are only in your forties, and you are not very old. Why do you stay at home all day and walk out? The air outside is so fresh, and people are social animals. If you have anything to do, you should join in the popularity. Your mother is over 80 years old, and she has to worry about you..."

The boss talked more and more vigorously.

Zhao Kun suddenly stood up from the stool in a stiff posture, kept his head still, turned slowly, and wanted to leave the breakfast shop.

The boss's curiosity was not satisfied at all.This person is going to leave, and he still doesn't understand why, so his mother won't let him ask him to nod.Nodding, what can I do.

Curiosity prevailed, and the boss almost used up his entire life’s IQ, and screamed, "Zhao Kun, look what's on the ground."

Zhao Kun subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the ground.

This look was met.

He did not move, lowered his head, and let out a dry smile: "Boss, why do you have to keep my head down."

"Let me nod, is that interesting?"

"You satisfied your curiosity, but do you know it, you killed me. You killed me!"

Zhao Kun's voice was louder than the other, and harsher than the other.

The boss is inexplicable: "Your head is okay, your head is okay, it's clearly smooth. Why should I kill you, die, die, fuck!"

The boss screamed.

He suddenly saw that Zhao Kun, who was still talking to him just now, had his hat dropped.The most terrifying thing is that as the hat fell, his body turned out to be a strange scene.

Zhao Kun's head is gone.

The man's head, together with the hat, all fell to the ground and rolled on the greasy floor.After rolling a few laps, Zhao Kun's face turned to the ceiling.

The boss' eyes widened, he finally saw Zhao Kun's face clearly through the dim light.This face is really horrible, the thick black meridians are exposed on the skin, the black teeth, the black lips, and the black tongue.Zhao Kun's head fell, and he didn't even die.

He was staring at the boss with angry scarlet eyes.The unblinking resentful eyes seemed to wish to swallow his bones and drink his blood.

"Weird, monster!" The shop owner screamed, and fled.

When the boss told the story here, he didn't go on, but he laughed.

Some diners listened with enthusiasm and quickly asked: "Boss, why don't you talk about it, what's next?"

"Behind, hehe. I still have a little Doha left in my buns today."

"Grandma's, let's have two more cages of small steamed buns." The diners said very much, ordering them one after another.

Some people curled their lips and sarcastically said: "This story is so bad. I live in the world. You can hear similar urban legends in any city."

"You must have never heard of the latter." The boss was satisfied when he saw that his buns were pretty good, and continued: "What happened after that was beyond my expectation. Zhao Kun did not hurt me, although he He was very angry, but he still left. With a headless body, he picked up the head that fell on the ground, stiffly opened the rolling door of the store and walked out. After that, I never saw him again."

"Cut." All the diners booed when they heard this kind of anticlimactic ending.They were disappointed and immersed themselves in the food, ready to finish the work as soon as possible, and hurry on the way.

At this moment, a diner suddenly said: "I said, boss, your steamed buns are really delicious today. What kind of pork are you using, the original native pig? No, the native pig does not have such delicate meat. It’s also very chewy. The more you eat, the better."

As soon as he reminded, everyone woke up.Yes, this bun is so delicious.Fat but not greasy, the meat is very comfortable to chew, and the scum is very good.No wonder they have ordered too many unknowingly.

The shop owner still smiled without answering.

The diners were puzzled: "The buns in your shop have not seen a price increase. The price of pork has recently broken through the sky. Boss, can you make money like this?"

"Yes, of course. The ingredients I use are not worth much." The boss turned his back and continued to make buns.Although the number of regular customers has dropped a lot, the business today is really good.

"Hey, what's this." The diners not far from Ye Nuo suddenly bit a hard object when eating Zhengxiang.He quickly took out the hard object and looked in front of him: "Hey, eh. Isn't this a human nail?"

The thing in his hand was soaked with saliva and shone with a translucent frosted luster in the morning light.It looks like a nail.Woman's nails!

No, this is definitely the nail of a certain girl.After all, there are still traces of flowers on the fingernails.The diners were shocked and stood up suddenly.

His hands were trembling, and a burst of retching passed from the feeding to his throat.He feels cold in his stomach.

"Boss, you murdered, you sell human flesh as pork!" The diners yelled in horror: "Call the police, hurry, everyone."

"You idiot, how could this happen." The other diners didn't believe it.

"Look at this nail, it's obviously human." The eater vomited and picked up the nail with chopsticks and showed it to others.

Before the other diners were stunned, they heard a crash. I don't know when the shop owner has already closed the shutter door.He is back, holding a sharp steel hook in his hand, which is usually used to hook pork.In the light, the hook exudes a chilly light.

"Hehe, sorry, I forgot to slaughter the bones. I'm really sorry that it affected your dining experience. I will slaughter the meat again next time." The boss smiled gloomily. .