Chapter 73

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

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

I haven't been idle so early for many years. The boss is very uncomfortable. He brushes his mobile phone, which is boring. As soon as the busy people are bored, they begin to think blindly.

This Zhao Kun looks so edible and strange all over. I haven't seen any sign of injury to his neck for such a long time. Why did Aunt Wang ask her son not to nod?

He nodded. What would happen?

The more the boss thinks, the more curious he is. Zhao Kun is strange. He has been face to face with him for a long time. I haven't seen him attack. The boss got bold and beat around the Bush: "brother Zhao Kun, your neck is really hurt?"

When Zhao Kun saw the boss asking about his neck, he trembled and didn't open his mouth.

"You really can't nod?" As a shopkeeper, there are a few who don't gossip. Seeing that others are introverted and don't like to talk, their gossip mood suddenly soared: "also, I think you're only in your forties and your grade is not big. Why stay at home all day? It's good to go out for a walk. How fresh the air is outside. People are gregarious animals. You should gather together people if you have nothing to do. Your mother is over eighty years old, and she has to worry about you... "

The more the boss talks, the more energetic he is.

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 man is leaving. He doesn't understand why. His mother won't let him nod. Just a nod. What can I do.

Curiosity prevailed. The boss almost used up his IQ all his life and suddenly shouted, "Zhao Kun, look what's on the ground."

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

This hope was met.

He did not move, lowered his head and gave a dry smile: "boss, why do you want me to lower my head."

"Is it so interesting to let me nod?"

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

Zhao Kun's voice was louder and bleaker.

The boss was puzzled: "your head is OK. Your head is OK. It's clear that it's very smooth. How can I kill you, die, die, lie in the trough! "

The boss screamed.

He was surprised to see that Zhao Kun, who was just talking to him, fell off his hat. The most terrible thing is that with the hat falling, his body showed a strange scene.

Zhao Kun's head is gone.

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

The boss stared. He finally saw Zhao Kun's face through the dim light. This face is really terrible. Thick black meridians are exposed on the skin, dark teeth, dark lips and dark tongue. Zhao Kun lost his head and didn't die.

He was staring at the boss with angry scarlet eyes. That blinking look of resentment seemed to want to swallow his bones and drink his blood.

"Strange, monster!" The shopkeeper screamed and ran away.

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

A diner was eager to hear it and quickly asked, "boss, why don't you talk about it? Where's the back?"

"Back, hey hey. I still have a little left of steamed stuffed bun today. "

"Grandma's, two more cages of small steamed stuffed buns." Diners are very popular and order steamed stuffed buns one after another.

Some people pie their lips and say sarcastically, "this story is rotten. I can hear similar urban legends in any city from all over the world."

"You must have never heard of the one in the back." When the boss saw that his steamed stuffed bun was almost the same, he was very satisfied and continued to say: "what happened later was beyond my expectation. Zhao Kun didn't hurt me. Although he was very angry, he still left. With a body without a head, he picked up his head that fell to the ground, rigidly opened the rolling shutter door of the store and went out. I haven't seen him since. "

"Cut." The diners were booed when they heard that it was the end of this kind of tiger head and snake tail. Disappointed, they buried themselves in eating food and prepared to finish their work as soon as possible.

Just then, suddenly a diner said, "boss, your steamed stuffed bun is very delicious today. What kind of pork is used, original native pig? No, the native pig is not so delicate. The meat is especially chewy. The more you eat, the better. "

As soon as he reminded, everyone woke up. Yes, this steamed stuffed bun is delicious. Fat but not greasy. The meat is very comfortable to chew and the residue is very. No wonder it's a little more unknowingly.

The shopkeeper still smiled and didn't answer.

The diner didn't understand: "the price of steamed buns in your shop hasn't increased. Recently, the price of pork has 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 pack steamed buns. Although there are many fewer regular customers, today's business is really good.

"Hey, what is this?" The diner not far from yenuo suddenly bit a hard object when he was eating delicious food. He quickly took out the hard object and looked at it: "eh, eh. Isn't this human nail? "

The things in his hand were soaked with saliva and glittered translucent matte in the morning light. It looks like a nail. Women's nails!

No, it's definitely a girl's nail. After all, there are still traces of flowers on the fingernail. The diner was startled and suddenly stood up.

His hands kept shaking, and a bout of retching passed from the feed to his throat. He felt his stomach cold.

"Boss, you killed someone. You sell human meat as pork!" The diner roared in horror, "call the police, come on, everybody call the police."

"You idiot, how can there be such a thing." Other diners didn't believe it.

"Look at this nail. It's obviously human." The diner vomited and pinched his nails with chopsticks to show others.

Before other diners were stunned, they heard a crash. I don't know when the shopkeeper had pulled the rolling shutter door closed. He carried his back and held a sharp steel hook in his hand, which was usually used to hook pork. Under the light, the hook emits a cold light.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to kill the bones. I'm really sorry to affect your dining experience. Next time I'll kill the meat. " The boss smiled endlessly.