Requiem Chapter 52 Human Meat Wontons (1)
The third locust tree, turn.
Yin Hun looked back nervously, and when he saw that the ant was still five centimeters away from the roof of the car, he finally felt relieved.
"We're here, you can get off! The earlier you go, the earlier you can come back." The driver looked around unnaturally, fearing that he would encounter something unclean.
Thick fog was swirling around
Yin Hun walked to the security booth and was about to take a closer look, but he found that a thin layer of ice had formed on it, and he could not see the scene inside. Helplessly, he could only knock on the old carved window with trembling hands: "Lao Zhang, open the door quickly, I will accompany you today."
The room was very quiet, no one answered, as if everyone, like the earth, had fallen asleep together.
"Lao Zhang, open the door quickly." Yin Hun's voice rose, his tone becoming a little anxious.
"Go back!" There was a faint shadow covering the window. Lao Zhang's voice was flat and straightforward, without any emotional fluctuations, no pain, and no fear.
Hearing Lao Zhang's voice, Yin Hui finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart since the beginning. It seemed that he was too worried. He was nervous about everything these days. He was really a bit paranoid. Thinking of this, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly and changed back to his usual words: "Haha! Lao Zhang, if you want to stay alone, I won't come in. Call me if you have anything!"
After saying that, he turned around and got into a taxi. The driver must have been scared, and without saying a word, he stepped on the accelerator at full speed. Looking at his posture, he really has the potential to be an F1 driver.
"What's going on?" After Yin Hun closed the car door, Tang Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's nothing. I'm just a little uneasy, afraid that something might happen to Old Zhang. Now that I see that the old guy is safe, there's no need to worry about him." Yin Hun lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and threw it out of the window.
"Oh!" Tang Yan nodded in understanding. She knew that since the murder, Yin Hui had become very sensitive. He was like a tight bowstring at all times, not daring to slack off at all. Oh! I hope we can find a way to catch that perverted murderer and avenge these innocent people, Tang Yan thought to herself.
There was silence in the car for a while.
Raising his somewhat tired eyes, Yin Hui looked thoughtfully at the scene that was receding behind him. The thick fog had not yet dissipated, and with the help of the street lamps, he could only barely see a distance of about ten meters. On both sides were dark shop doors and gleaming lanterns. Occasionally, a few hurried guys were burning some paper money against the backdrop of the fog. With the north wind, the paper money fluttered in front of the car window, like ghosts with bared fangs and claws floating in front of the car window, or like strange pale faces, on the left, on the right, in front, and behind, giving people an indescribable feeling.
"Wontons, fresh human meat wontons!" Suddenly, a vague voice came from outside the taxi. Because the taxi windows were closed, the voice sounded very small, as if it came from thousands of miles away, and was not very clear. But if you prick up your ears carefully, you will find that the voice is like a sharp embroidery needle poking into your ears, gradually converging, gradually becoming sharper, and gradually, you have to listen.
"Human...human meat wontons?" Upon hearing these four words, Yin Hun's chest felt like it was hit hard.
Tang Yan's expression changed even more. Human meat wontons? Someone was actually selling human meat wontons on the street?
In order to hear more clearly, Yin Hun opened the car window, and the ghostly humming was instantly amplified countless times, as if it was echoing in his ears.
He stretched his head out, trying to find who was playing tricks here, but all he saw were piles of burnt paper money beside the road.
Right here, a bumpy sound was heard, and a small wheelbarrow was slowly pushed out from the corner of the wall, followed by a hunched figure with silver hair, wearing an old short jacket and a black paper flower on his head. When they got closer, they found that it was an old woman.
There was a wooden barrel on the wheelbarrow, with wisps of white steam rolling out, emitting a faint aroma of meat.
"Human meat wontons!" "Human meat wontons..." The old woman shook the palm-leaf fan in her hand, opened the lid of the wooden barrel, and took out a small glazed ceramic bowl. The wontons in the bowl were crystal clear, white with a hint of red. You could tell at first glance that the skin was thin and the filling was thick. It was an authentic snack.
But Yin Hun's face suddenly turned ugly, and he hurriedly rolled down the car window, and his voice suddenly became much quieter.
Through the car window, he looked at the small stall selling human meat wontons, but was horrified to find that the old woman was actually staring at him with a smile, with a meaningful look. Yin Hui was a little terrified, but he controlled his emotions, turned his head back, and stopped looking.
"Yin Hui, did you see... did you?" Tang Yan swallowed her saliva in fear . Shen Feifei also stared at her hands in a daze, not daring to look around.
"I saw it. Listen to me and don't worry about it. It will be fine when we get home." Although Yin Hun showed his masculinity.
Tang Yan tightly grasped Yin Hun's hand, too nervous to speak. Yin Hun's heart trembled, the girl's hands were indeed extraordinary, and were completely different from his own "claws". They felt soft and warm, and he could even smell a faint body fragrance emanating from her hands.
"Master, please turn ahead."
Seeing that they had reached an intersection ahead, Yin Hun spoke to the driver, because he saw that the driver had no intention of turning at all.
"Master, please stop for a moment." Yin Hun shouted again.
But the driver didn't say a word.
Yin Hun was curious.
Suddenly, Tang Yan grabbed Yin Hun's hand and pulled it away, pointing at the rearview mirror and said, "Yin Hun, look... the co-pilot..."
Yin Hun looked up in surprise, and happened to meet the eyes of the person who suddenly appeared in the passenger seat. It was none other than the old lady who was selling wontons just now!
When I looked back again, there was only a lonely wheelbarrow left at the place where wontons were being sold.
