Aoba Office

"Boss, this guy..."

"Give it to me! Give it to me! I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry! Ah!"

"Is there water?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, I'll pour it for you!"

Da da da da da…

"I'm so hungry... Gu... ha... give it to me... I want it, ah! I'm hungry..."

Da da da da da…

"Ah! Ouch! Uh-huh...poof! Ah...uh!"

"You...are you Taoist priests? What was the talisman she used just now?"

"It's something made by our office. When did that person come?"

"Who? Ah... it's noon, maybe twelve o'clock, it should be eleven or two o'clock... him, Dong Feng, he... ah!"

"Huh...huh...ha...ha..."

"Is this okay?"

"It's okay for now."

"oh……"

…

"Mr. Dong, are you awake?"

"Hmm...huh? I..."

"Mr. Dong, do you remember what happened before?"

"……Um……"

…

Dong Feng is in a state of soullessness with no signs of recovery.

Dong Feng only has normal ordering records on his mobile phone.

On June 29, 2015, he temporarily stayed at Dong Feng’s residence. Video file 09020150629.avi.

The video screen is divided into two parts. The left side should be the doorway of the house, shooting the door and walkway. The right side is the bedroom. A young man is lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly. Liu Miao is sitting on the chair next to the bed. It seems that he is monitoring this man.

The video screen only left the right shot and started to fast forward.

Wu Ling entered the room, checked the man's condition, and put a talisman on his forehead. The talisman paper burned automatically. Judging from the time record in the upper left corner of the video, the talisman paper burned for a total of two hours. Wu Ling left and came in again to check on the man's condition. She said something to Liu Miao and then shook her head.

Most of the day passed quickly.

When the time reached 11 o'clock, the video returned to normal playback speed.

The man who was lying motionless on the bed suddenly turned over and sat up stiffly.

Liu Miao stood up and walked quickly to the other side of the bed.

The man reached out and took his cell phone from the bedside table. Because of the angle of the surveillance camera, the mobile phone screen cannot be photographed.

Liu Miao shouted: "Dong Feng!"

The man showed no reaction.

Ye Qing and Wu Ling entered the bedroom.

Liu Miao turned around and said, "He is ordering food."

Ye Qing walked over and reached out to take away the phone.

The stunned man suddenly jumped up and blocked him angrily.

Liu Miao easily pulled the man's arms behind his back and pressed him on the bed.

"Ah! Give it back to me! I want to eat, I want to eat!! Give it to me! Give it back to me!" the man roared.

"It doesn't seem to be that store, boss." Liu Miao put her knees on the man's waist and looked at the mobile phone in Ye Qing's hand.

"Indeed not. However, he was looking at the restaurant where he ordered food the day before yesterday and yesterday." Ye Qing did a few operations and put down his phone.

"Didn't place an order?"

Ye Qing nodded.

"Then we still have to wait and see?" Liu Miao asked.

"Um."

Liu Miao tied the man to a chair with a bed sheet and stuffed the man's mouth with a towel.

Wu Ling checked the man again, and after leaving for a while, he came back with a glass of water.

Liu Miao pressed down on the man, opened his mouth, and let Wu Ling pour the water in.

"I'm so hungry...I'm so hungry...Give me something to eat, I want something to eat..." The man muttered to himself, his spirit weakening a lot.

"The effect is worse than yesterday." Liu Miao sighed.

"His condition has worsened. The yin energy has become heavier." Wu Ling took the cup and went out.

The video fast-forwarded for a while, and only half an hour actually passed before returning to normal speed.

Dong dong dong——

"takeout!"

The man sitting on the chair seemed to have heard the order and began to struggle wildly.

"Mine! Food! Give it to me quickly! Give it to me!"

Liu Miao remained unmoved, stuffed the man's mouth with a towel, and walked out of the bedroom.

The video showed everything, the scene at the door of the room replaced the bedroom.

A middle-aged man in ordinary clothes stood at the door, holding a bag in his hand.

The door opened, revealing two figures, Ye Qing and Liu Miao.

The middle-aged man remained calm, glanced at the cashier slip attached to the plastic bag, and asked, "Is it Dong Feng?"

"The owner of Xu Ji Restaurant?" Ye Qing asked.

The middle-aged man was confused, "What?"

"The restaurant is at the activity room of Kangxin Community, right?" Ye Qing asked again.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "We are a small fry. Are you Dong Feng? Is this 302?" He took a step back, looked at the door, and then looked at the neighbors.

The situation seemed a bit odd.

"Can I ask a few questions?" Ye Qing said.

"I'm delivering food. Are you Dong Feng from 302?" The middle-aged man seemed to be suspicious and took a step back.

Liu Miao took a quick step and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man was shocked and shouted, "What are you doing! I have no money. I am just a delivery person in the store. I have no money on me and my family has no money either!"

Liu Miao covered his mouth and dragged him into the house.

The door slammed shut.

Screen switching.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, Liu Miao was next to him, and Ye Qing was sitting opposite, looking like an interrogator. The takeaway food brought by the middle-aged man was placed on the coffee table in the middle. The middle-aged man glances at the camera from time to time, looking nervous.

"What's your name?" Ye Qing asked.

"My...my name is Zhang Sheng." The middle-aged man replied anxiously.

"How long have you been cooking at home?"

"Less than a year. I'm just a helper, doing some odd jobs. I really have no money, and I don't know what's going on in the store!"

"Who's the boss?"

"Boss..." The middle-aged man's anxiety turned into confusion, "I've never met the boss... I'm just a worker..."

"Then who have you seen in the store?"

"I've seen the cook and the cashier."

"What are their names? What do you know about them?"

"The cook is my cousin, named Zhang Shengli. I call the cashier Sister Pan, but I only know her surname is Pan." The middle-aged man answered honestly.

"They don't run the hotel?"

"No." The middle-aged man continued to be confused, "They are also hired."

"That's all you know?"

"That's right..." The middle-aged man moved his body, "I really don't know about the hotel. If you have anything to do, just go to them."

"You don't know about your cousin's affairs?" Liu Miao slapped him on the shoulder.

The middle-aged man trembled and said, "No, I don't know... We are from the same village. We have become cousins ​​after a long relationship. We were not familiar with each other before."

"How did you become a hotel helper?"

"I was introduced by my cousin-in-law."

"Who is your cousin-in-law?"

"Ah? She's just my cousin's wife..." The middle-aged man still looked confused.

"Where is she now?"

"At my hometown."

"Where is your hometown?"

"In..." the middle-aged man opened his mouth and got stuck, "Well... my hometown is..." He began to scratch his head, "My hometown is in..."

After waiting for a few seconds, the middle-aged man put down his hand, "I don't remember... Why don't I remember..." He muttered to himself blankly.

"What did your cousin-in-law tell you?" Ye Qing asked.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man was still in a daze.

For a few more seconds, he stared at the bag on the coffee table and swallowed. His eyes were straight and he kept swallowing saliva, but there was still saliva overflowing from his mouth like spring water.

"There's something to eat... there's something to eat..." The middle-aged man's voice became strange, and he suddenly threw himself on the coffee table, tore open the plastic bag, and knocked over the lunch box inside. A sticky, black-green mass spilled onto the coffee table. The middle-aged man grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, and even went to the coffee table to lick it.

Liu Miao reached out to pull, but unexpectedly the middle-aged man leaned back, raised his head high, and scratched his mouth and neck with both hands, as if he was choking.

"Uh...ah...ah..." The middle-aged man made a few hoarse sounds, leaned his body, and fell on the sofa. Thick saliva flowed out of his mouth.

Everything happens within a minute.

"This..." Liu Miao stood there.

Ye Qing also stood up, but he only had time to stand up.

The camera zoomed in, and you could see the middle-aged man's throat moving, followed by his chin and cheeks. A mouse came out of his mouth. As soon as it stretched out half of its body, it squeaked and fell into the middle-aged man's saliva. Its forelimbs twitched twice and stopped moving.

Thanks to Dongfeng 26d for the reward~

In addition, don't tease the author, the author will make you vomit after eating. 【serious face】