☆、Catching insects with chicken feet soup
A distance of ten meters is not very far. Yu Jiuyin and the other three only took a few steps and arrived at the gate of the house next to the haunted house.
It's a family-style restaurant, with the entire first floor open to serve guests. The owner is a kind, middle-aged man. It's dinnertime, and he's cooking. The open kitchen looks remarkably clean, and there seems to be a pot of meat simmering on the stove, the aroma filling the air.
"It's still so delicious." The long-lost fireworks made the three college students feel more relaxed, and they recalled the good cooking skills of this middle-aged man.
Just then, a trembling old lady pushed the door open outside. She was dirty and a little crazy.
She seemed not to have noticed Yu Jiuyin and the others. She walked straight from the door to the kitchen, stared at the middle-aged boss, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you seen my daughter?"
When Yu Jiuyin heard this, he turned around and looked at her face carefully, then frowned subconsciously.
The chaotic lines in her tear troughs indicate poor health during her youth, making it difficult for her to have children, and she likely won't have them until middle age. However, the intersecting lines on her forehead clearly indicate an impact on her fertility palace, meaning even if she has children, they'll be difficult to keep in old age.
At the moment, the old lady kept talking about looking for her daughter. However, Yu Jiuyin felt that her daughter was most likely in danger.
But the other people who were eating in the restaurant didn't care about this, instead they showed disgusted looks. But the middle-aged boss was in a good mood and took the initiative to greet her and asked softly, "We didn't see your daughter, Auntie, would you like some soup?"
"Okay, okay." The old lady took the soup from the boss tremblingly, then staggered out with it, taking away the bowls in the store as well.
"Hey, she comes here every day, and you can't tell whether she is really crazy or not. Why bother?" An old customer saw this and couldn't help but advise the boss.
"Well, everyone gets old one day. It's pitiful to lose your daughter." The boss smiled and shook his head, then went back into the kitchen to busy himself.
His cooking posture is very beautiful, his fingers are slender, and he is very skilled in using kitchen utensils. He can make a table full of delicious dishes with just a broad-backed kitchen knife.
But when Yu Jiuyin looked at him, she always felt that there was an indescribable sense of incongruity about him.
"Brother Yu, what are you looking at?" The second of the three college students couldn't help but whisper in Yu Jiuyin's ear, "Don't be fooled by the small size of this shop. This big brother is a very nice person. The last time we saw this old lady, he also gave her a bowl of soup."
"I saw it last time too." Thinking of the customer next to him saying that the old lady came here every day, Yu Jiuyin's heart moved, and he felt that some clues seemed to be connected. He quickly asked, "Did you see her drinking soup?"
"No." The second brother shook his head. "And it's so strange. That day, we were afraid it would be too late for her to go back alone, so we secretly followed her. But she turned a corner, poured the soup on the ground, and then got down and kept searching in it, muttering, 'No, no.'"
"He must be really crazy. Why would he look for someone in the soup?" The third brother joked.
But Yu Jiuyin chuckled and continued, "Maybe she thinks her lost daughter is in the soup."
What's in the soup? The three of them were stunned and looked towards the kitchen in the direction of Yu Jiuyin's gaze.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but what the middle-aged boss just took out of the pot seemed not to be fried chicken feet, but twisted fingers of a young child.
The three of them were frightened for a moment, but after rubbing their eyes, they realized it was a false alarm.
But Yu Jiuyin, as if afraid of not being able to scare them to death, added, "By the way, do you know what you ate that day?"
Of course, it was chicken feet and sour bamboo shoot soup. However, what seemed like a reasonable statement in this situation inexplicably led to self-doubt. The three college students couldn't even recall the shape of the food they had eaten that day.
If it's these
The three of them ran out and vomited in a corner. The middle-aged boss in the kitchen saw them running out and hurried out of the kitchen.
"What happened?"
"Maybe it's because the weather is too hot and he has heatstroke. He'll be fine after vomiting it out." Yu Jiuyin remained calm.
"Really? Then I'll make you a bowl of mung bean soup later to help you beat the heat." After giving a concerned word, the man returned to the kitchen, completely unaware of the icy coldness hidden in Yu Jiuyin's eyes.
The brief incident quickly passed. With a lingering grudge, the three university students refused to eat at the middle-aged owner's restaurant again. But Yu Jiuyin claimed she was joking and actually ordered five meals from the man, packing them up to take away.
"Brother Yu, is this really edible?"
"Of course. I'm staying in the haunted house next door tonight. Don't yell in the middle of the night if you don't eat."
"That's too much. There are only four of us."
"Isn't the fifth one on your back?"
Three college students Jiuyin Dad I beg you to be kind qaq
After a few more jokes, as night fell again, Yu Jiuyin finally returned to the haunted house next door with the three college students. They climbed over the collapsed wall and entered the house from the back. After passing through a place that looked like a utility room, they finally arrived at the living room on the first floor of the house.
It can only be said that things have changed. The three college students who were eating hot pot and live streaming last time are now trembling with fear. Even just standing there, they feel like they will faint at any minute.
But Yu Jiuyin acted as if nothing had happened and asked them to put the food they had bought on the ground.
"Let's eat together," Yu Jiuyin said, but he had no intention of eating at all. Instead, he took out several pairs of chopsticks and stuck them vertically into the prepared food.
The somewhat strange action immediately caused confusion among the three college students. Yu Jiuyin did not keep them in suspense this time and answered their questions directly.
"I'm inviting ghosts to dinner." He smiled and pointed to the ground. "In the Taoist profession, sticking chopsticks upright in rice is the custom of inviting ghosts to dinner. Actually, this happens quite often. For example, you might have experienced this: after getting your meal from the cafeteria, you leave your chopsticks upright in the rice for a while, and the rice loses its aroma. That's because the passing ghosts have already eaten it, so it's tasteless."
Very good, they have all done it, and the three of them have pale faces.
Yu Jiuyin's eyes grew even more vicious upon seeing this, and he added, "What a shame! They wouldn't eat it even if we invited them, because even ghosts would despise the food in here."
So, it really is human flesh? These three unlucky kids want to vomit again.
This time, Yu Jiuyin finally stopped teasing them. Instead, he casually took down his chopsticks, clasped his hands together, and bowed in front of the room. Then he stood up and looked around.
In fact, after he met the middle-aged boss, he roughly guessed the whole story, but he just couldn't accept it mentally.
Although his master had told him at a young age that human hearts were scarier than ghosts and gods, he had spent years at the Taoist temple and had seen some human disputes, but in the end, they were just big good and small evil, and he just needed to be vigilant.
However, today, he truly felt how despicable people can be.
Last night, when the stick ghost left the human-skin doll behind, he also left a message for Yu Jiuyin. Unlike the others' imaginary intentions of harming and killing people, Yu Jiuyin saw only endless despair on the stick ghost's shattered face.
He pulled the copper coins he'd prepared from his pocket and placed them in several designated locations. Although only a few years had passed, there was very little information online about the haunted house on Chunming Road. If Yu Jiuyin wanted to solve the problem here, he had to know the truth of what had happened.
The stick ghost was the most potent ghost here, so the easiest way was to ask him directly. As Yu Jiuyin placed the last copper coin, the summoning array was complete, and the temperature in the haunted house suddenly rose. The long-buried tragedy finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.
Blood, crimson blood. Unable to escape, the naive little girl, pulled by her brother, desperately ran forward. Behind her, the muffled sound of a machete cleaving bones. Then, the unhurried sound of footsteps.
She couldn't run away. The door was shut tight, and her burning throat couldn't utter a single syllable.
"Help, save us" was spoken silently, with only the sound of breath, while the unhurried footsteps behind it meant that the executioner was about to come.
The iron hook pierced the skin of the neck and dangled from a short tree in the yard. But the murderer was so skilled that he could easily turn murder into a brutal torture with just a pair of scissors. Blood fell into the basin, a child cried silently, and an old man cursed in his death.
Their father, tied to a chair, watched the scene unfold before him. His eyes gradually grew mechanical and unfocused. Not even hatred could keep him awake.
By the time the police arrived, the father, holding a knife, had been driven completely crazy.
Yu Jiuyin turned his head away, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. The three college students were so shocked that they were stunned and cursed, "What a fucking beast!"
Who could have imagined that the sensational family massacre wasn't caused by the father's mental breakdown, but rather by the murderer's forced insanity? Even more tragically, the woman, often reviled as the inciting cause of the family tragedy, wasn't the result of an irresponsible runaway. Instead, she was murdered long ago by a ruthless perpetrator.
The scene gradually faded, and finally the ghost revealed its true face. The stick ghost's face was fake. In reality, there was only a kind old man and a pair of timid twins.
The girl was a little shy and hid behind her brother, watching them secretly. But she opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
"Her tongue was cut off before she died, so she couldn't speak after death. No wonder she always sang nursery rhymes." Yu Jiuyin walked closer and touched the little girl's head affectionately, and understood the song that accompanied the stick ghost's appearance before.
That wasn't some ghost nursery rhyme, but a replay of her life.
After hearing this, the three college students felt even more uncomfortable and their eyes turned red.
"Do you know where your mother is?" Yu Jiuyin asked them patiently.
This time, it was the little boy who responded. He nodded slightly, floated to the window, and pointed at the neighbor's house from a distance.
"As expected." Yu Jiuyin sighed, turned to the three college students and said, "Get ready to call the police."
"Okay," the three agreed, quickly taking out their phones and dialing 110. But just as the call was connected, there was a sudden sound of something heavy falling in the yard. Then, muffled footsteps could be heard from outside the gate.
"Who is it?" the boss asked, and took the initiative to walk to the door to check. However, just as his hand was about to touch the door, he heard a loud "clang" sound, and the axe blade flashing with cold light suddenly chopped through the wooden door and directly pressed against the boss's nose.
The boss was so frightened that he dared not move, but the scene he saw through the cat's eye made him even more frightened and he almost peed himself.
Outside the door, a pair of sinister eyes were sticking out, their rolling eyeballs full of ill intentions.
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