Seven Evil Slips Chapter 105:

Street restaurants like this have three meals a day plus supper, which is the worst place for supper.

Probably because the sun shines during the day, and he tries to be polite and restrained as much as possible, but at night, he tends to lose his shape.

Showing off her **** and back, crossing her legs at the table, getting drunk and pretending to be crazy, and nonsense nonsense - Kiyo only thinks that everything is an atmosphere to help her cultivate her body and mind.

All the folding tables in the restaurant were opened, and amidst the sound of shouting and punching, the food could hardly be moved. Kiyo turned sideways with the plate in his hand: "Excuse me, excuse me."

Someone stared at her impatiently, she stared back unceremoniously, a drunken guest salivated and came over to touch her chest, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it along his arm, the whole person lay down on the wine table, Kiyo went He poured a glass of beer on his head and said, "Come on, sober up."

The guest was very annoyed, he struggled to stand up, his head flicked, and the beer drops flew around, just like a dog that just came ashore to throw water.

There was a few seconds of silence in the restaurant, and the customer picked up a dish and was about to throw it on the ground.

Kiyo said: "You dare!"

The customer was called out by her, and he smashed it with a plate.

Zheng Shuiyu was afraid of trouble, so he hurried up and pinched Kishiro's arm: "Quickly, apologize to the guests."

Kiyo stared at the man, and began to take off the apron: "Go out to fight one-on-one?"

The lights in the alley outside were flickering, and the people in the restaurant started booing.

"Or..." She reached out to take a bottle of beer from the next table, and slammed it on this table. Everyone at the table looked at each other, "Blow the bottle?"

The man looked embarrassed, and the people who were traveling with him hurriedly got up to persuade them to make peace, so they went down the **** to make peace with each other, neither singled out nor blowing the bottle.

The supper stalls continued, but the table arrangement seemed to be more regular. When Kiyo came out to serve food, some people took the initiative to drag stools out of the way.

When they returned to the back kitchen, Zheng Shuiyu and the others looked at her differently.

Zheng Li said: "Sister Mu Mu, have you experienced this kind of occasion before? It's so smooth."

Kiyo said: "No."

She thought about it for a while, and felt a little embarrassed: "It's the first time."

Zheng Li's face turned pale: "Then you... like that..."

Kiyo said: "You can tell at a glance that these people only recognize sticks. I can't use this to show my power? Otherwise, the flies will chase one and the other, or they will come every day, endlessly. Yes, are you annoying?"

Zheng Shuiyu said: "As the author, you are talking big."

She was worried: "It's so dangerous, what if I really go out to fight one-on-one?"

Kiyo didn't care: "It's not like I can't beat him."

"What about bottle blowing?"

"Is it okay to blow a bottle or two?"

Zheng Shuiyu was speechless, turned her head and secretly said to He Qiang: "Why am I so restless?"

He Qiang walked around the stove and said to her: "As for you, you have the mentality of a small citizen. You always want to invite an almighty person, but you are afraid if you invite a real Bodhisattva. If you are really worried that she will be ahead, let her stay. Let's cook."

Zheng Shuiyu would like to leave Muyo in the back kitchen, but seeing Zheng Li's squirm, she can't hold back the situation.

In the middle of the night, the guests dispersed one after another, and there was only a table of punks left. They were not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they brought beer.

Zheng Shuiyu is most annoyed by this kind of thing, there is nothing to fish for, a plate of peanuts and a plate of shredded potatoes can drink for two hours, occupying the table and not moving, affecting her turn over, and especially easy to cause trouble.

As expected, he suddenly slapped the table and shouted.

Zheng Shuiyu had a headache and told Muyo: "Look at the side, don't let them smash things."

Kiyo dragged a chair and sat down not far away.

I don't understand why they are arguing, blushing with a thick neck, and issued an ultimatum to a fat boy: "If you are brave enough, go, if you don't go, you are not a man!"

What a magical place, it's so serious that if you don't go, you won't be a man.

The fat boy was dumbfounded, the flesh on his cheeks rustled, as if he was in a dilemma.

The leader of the crew slapped him on the back of the head, the sound was crisp and clear.

"Do you still have the courage? Going there will kill you?"

The fat boy muttered: "I heard it's scary..."

"We've all been there, what's so scary about it? Isn't it all right?"

The fat boy looked up shyly: "People say..."

He lowered his voice and looked terrified: "In the middle of the night, when I put my ear on the concrete platform and listened, I could hear the heartbeat, as if someone was inside..."

Kiyo squinted at him, his tone was on point, his demeanor was on point, it's a loss for the entertainment industry not to appear in horror movies.

Swearing with a crew cut, he raised his hand and wanted to slap him again.

Kiyo said: "Hi."

Her attitude is impatient, and her face is full of rushing.

The flat head was a little frightened of her, and the raised hand changed to grabbing, grabbed the fat boy's collar and pushed it out: "Let's go."

A group of people got up and walked out, and someone slapped the meal money on the table.

Amitabha, it's been a long day, and it's finally time to call it a day.

***

Outside the door, the fat boy hung his head tremblingly.

The flat-headed man looked down on him very much and said, "Chicken is more courageous..."

The fat boy tried his best to defend himself: "Really, I also heard..."

He shivered first: "People say that there is a woman trapped in the concrete platform, and when there is no moon, she will wear red high heels..."

The flat-headed man pushed him back and said, "Fuck you, don't follow us all day if you don't have the guts to go."

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***

Kiyo felt that there was probably a generation gap between himself and Zheng Li.

Finally, work was over, she was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but Zheng Li was still in high spirits, going to the Internet cafe.

Muyo asked, Zheng Li shyly said: "I made an appointment to chat with someone..."

Blushing, the other party is probably a man of the right age, the Internet cafe is downstairs next door, and Kiyo is not worried about her peace of mind: "Then go, go early and return early."

Zheng Li responded, cheerfully like a bird out of its cage.

Without Zheng Li, the quietness in the room is unaccustomed, and the old wall clock tells the time at a fixed time, without any scruples about disturbing people's dreams.

After three rings, Zheng Li came back.

She tiptoed around, as if she was afraid of disturbing Muyo, and seemed to want to tell her something, so she stopped by her pillow for a while, and asked in a whisper, "Sister Mumu, are you awake?"

There was no sound, Zheng Li thought, probably fell asleep.

As soon as he turned around, Kiyo asked behind him: "What's the matter?"

Zheng Li was so frightened that she almost tripped.

Turning back, Kiyo sat up with his arms propped up.

Zheng Li cautiously: "Am I arguing with you?"

Kiyo said: "I couldn't sleep at first, what's the matter?"

Zheng Li said: "I went online and checked for you. Aren't you looking for a woman wearing red high heels? I checked for you."

Kiyo couldn't help but laugh: This is not the right way.

Sure enough, Zheng Li said that he found a horror story about a woman in red high heels.

Red high-heeled shoes, embroidered shoes, etc., have always been familiar stalks of horror stories, and Kiyo is not even interested in listening to them.

She lay down again, commanding: "Sleep."

Zheng Li had no choice but to hastily washed and got into bed.

The second hand of the wall clock is ticking away, close your eyes, it's all about the storyline you read online.

***

In the beginning, she was indeed there to chat, but after the man named "Wind Chaser" sent a selfie, she lost all interest.

There is an old saying that is true: If you are ugly, don't come out to scare people.

But after two hours, what should I do with the rest of the time?

Suddenly thought: Isn't Sister Mu Mu looking for someone?

So open the search engine and enter: Nantian, red high-heeled shoes.

Unexpectedly, there are many search results with the same title, which shows that the same content has been reproduced repeatedly.

Like all girls of this age, Zheng Li is both afraid and curious about this kind of scary topic.

In the end, the curiosity-seeking psychology won out, and the mouse moved and moved, but still clicked in.

It mentions a sculpture built in Nantian County nearly twenty years ago.

According to the plan at the time, the sculpture would connect three newly built roads, carrying forward the past and ushering in the future, symbolizing the city's take-off, so the sculpture is a horse with its head held high, and the base is a thick concrete platform.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The sculpture was completed, and the leadership team had new ideas for urban planning. The central city was moved south, and another road was connected to the provincial highway. Just like what Kiyo saw before, rice grows on the ridges of the fields, and big white geese strolling in the courtyard can be encountered at any time.

If you think about it, the scene is bleak and weird. In the dilapidated suburban area, sparsely populated, there is such a sculpture that is completely incompatible with the surrounding environment.

No one manages, no one maintains, this place has become a hangout place for punks and unprofessional people. There are fights and fights here, and there are also people who are burning with passion. The cement table is painted with various words and pictures of various colors. It's scolding, the paintings are all freehand, in short, it's right if you don't understand.

I don't know which year, which fierce fight, the horse's head was smashed halfway.

Then, the weird story spread.

Yes, in the dead of night, go to the Tengma Diaotai alone, put your ear on the concrete platform and listen carefully, you will hear the sound of your heartbeat.

It was as if a living person was buried in the cement platform.

It also said that when you are listening intently, a cold wind will suddenly blow from the back of your neck, and you turn around to look, of course there is no one behind you, but if you lower your head, you will find a pair of red high-heeled shoes behind you ...

Zheng Li's scalp was numb from the fright.

There are so many replies, it is unimaginable that this has become a recreational place in Nantian County, where spiritual and cultural life is poor. Correction fluid wrote the words **** came here as if showing off on the table.

When the incident was the most uproarious, the original construction team came out to refute the rumors. The foreman's original words were: fart! At that time, no large forklift was used, and the concrete platform was poured by us with a shovel after a shovel. If there are real people alive, would we not know?

However, the speed of spreading rumors is always faster than spreading rumors, or perhaps, people are secretly looking forward to such exciting horror in their hearts, and whether it is true or not is secondary.

***

Luo Ren fell into a drowsy sleep, and was awakened by the phone call from the magic stick.

In the middle of the night, it was probably not a call to say hello, Luo Ren sat up in the dark and asked, "Have you arrived at Hangu Pass?"

The **** stick said: "It's early."

There was a rare excitement in his voice.

Luo Ren noticed: "Is there something wrong?"

The **** stick said: "Although I don't care too much about you and the fierce Jane, that doesn't mean I don't care. I always think that the fierce Jane is a topic worth studying..."

Luo Ren laughed: In this world, there are probably only magic sticks who would label such pursuits with the words "research" or "project".

"After the second fierce letter, I asked Xiao Wanwan to help me pay attention to some things, because I am not very sure, so I didn't mention it to you, I just hope that from a new angle, I can find something ..."

Little Wanwan, of course it is Wan Fenghuo.

Wan Fenghuo gave Shengu a lot of face, Shengun was probably the only one who could ask him for information but not pay, because he had stated categorically: If you want money or not, you will die.

Luo Ren was a little nervous, he stretched out his hand, touched the lamp switch on the bedside, and slowly retracted it.

It seems that darkness gives people a sense of security.

He asked: "What do you want to check?"

"Those paintings, the illustrations of fishing line dolls, and the giant painting on the bottom of Hepu, have they appeared in other places and in other forms?"

"Is there?"

The magic stick paused for a moment, during the interval, Luo Ren heard his heavy breathing.

Then he said, "Yes."

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