Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Soft and fragrant, these are secondary, the most important thing is which one is fresh, even more delicious than puffer fish, with a taste like soy milk.

One bite in the mouth gives people the illusion of being deeply stimulated.

Even though he witnessed the whole cooking process, Lei Ke still didn't understand how Zhao Ke could do this.

Of course, he wouldn't ask about the secret. He remembered that a long time ago, he tried to imitate Zhao Ke's way of cooking. As a result... he was almost beaten to death by Pepe, and some neighbors even called the police, suspecting that he was cooking dung.

As a result, the dishes were not cooked, and he was forced to stay in a hotel for a few days before the stench dissipated. It is said that in those few days, several hotels in the same building as him almost scolded him to death.

After that profound lesson, Lei Ke is no longer trying to imitate Zhao Ke's cooking, and he is very satisfied when he comes to have a tooth sacrifice once in a while.

Zhao Ke took a few sips, and it was not bad. After all, it was a top-grade bear's paw. In reality, if there is such a material, there is, but the key is that you can't get it yourself.

The weight of this bear's paw is supposed to be enough for four people to eat, but Zhao Ke was really hungry after tossing around in the horror space for so long, so he ate Hesai with white steamed buns.

Of course, Lei Ke would not be polite to Zhao Ke. As mentioned above, this kind of food is too rare, even for ordinary rich people, it is very difficult to eat this kind of food.

As for ordinary people, it is estimated that in this life, they can only look at photos on the Internet, and have no chance to touch them at all. What's more, with top-notch ingredients and top-notch chefs, this kind of delicacy is not something ordinary people can have the opportunity to enjoy.

The two ate Hesai nonsense, and finally Zhao Ke ordered a portion of noodles and sprinkled them on the soup until he ate his belly round before lying down on the chair contentedly.

"Give!"

Lei Ke took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke took it, didn't light it, just took a few puffs under the tip of his nose, and put it on the table casually.

After all, he needs to maintain his keen sense of smell and taste. Although smoking will not make him lose his sense of taste, it will make him dull his sensitivity to taste.

Lei Ke didn't have as many scruples as Zhao Ke, he lay down on the chair carelessly, lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs, looked at the time, stood up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Lei Ke suddenly looked back at the box Zhao Ke put on the table, and frowned: "You don't want to..."

"what??"

Zhao Ke didn't understand what Lei Ke meant.

Seeing this, Lei Ke pointed to the wooden box on Zhao Ke's table and said, "That urn is..."

Zhao Ke was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked back at the red sandalwood box on the table. The corner of his mouth twitched. When Lei Ke said this, Zhao Ke also realized that this rectangular box was exactly the shape of an urn.

All of a sudden, Zhao Ke said angrily, "It's used to hold garbage!"

"Oh!"

When Zhao Ke said this, Lei Ke felt relieved. Based on his understanding of Zhao Ke, if this box was for Zhao Ke himself, Zhao Ke would never say that it was a trash box.

Watching Lei Ke leave, Zhao Ke looked back at the clock, it was already six o'clock in the morning, walked up to the attic, opened the bedroom door, and saw a coffin in Zhao Ke's bedroom.

Pulling the coffin open, Zhao Ke lay down in it, maybe because he was too tired, he didn't pull the coffin lid, and soon Zhao Ke fell into a deep sleep.

"Da da da……"

In the dimly lit room, the hour hand on the clock ticked away.

"Om..."

At this time, the drawer in front of the dressing table was gently pulled open by a slender finger, and Zhao Ke walked out of the coffin at some point and looked at the time on the watch.

Seeing the thin face in the mirror, he opened his mouth, as if he was muttering something to himself, but there was no sound. He looked up at the mirror, and suddenly a sly smile appeared on Zhao Ke's face, and he took it out of the drawer. Take out a lipstick and apply it on your lips.

Chapter 16 Died in an accident

"Ding ding..."

I don't know how long he has been asleep, Zhao Ke was woken up by the alarm, he shook his head and crawled out of the coffin, looking up at the time.

It was already noon, but in the room on the attic, the curtains on the windows on all sides were opaque. Even though the sun was shining outside, the room was still dark.

The alarm clock is a special time set by myself. If I don't wake up after 12 o'clock every day, the alarm clock will force myself to wake up.

Sitting up from the coffin, Zhao Ke stretched his waist. Although he slept for a few days in the small town in the horror space, he was not used to sleeping on the hard bed. After all, he still prefers it. Sleep in a coffin.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and scanned the furnishings in the room. After seeing that the cabinets, doors and windows showed no signs of being moved, Zhao Ke crawled out of the coffin.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, Zhao Ke suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. He looked back at the coffin behind him and thought, "Put the coffin in the postal album too, so that you won't have to worry about sleeping in the future."

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he put his palm on the coffin, and said in his heart: "Transformation!"

"Object too large, you have insufficient permissions."

The cold reminder made Zhao Ke's originally good mood feel a little uncomfortable, but strictly speaking, the coffin is indeed a bit bigger.

Now that cremation is advocated, coffin shops have been diverted to urns. Some coffins are used for formal rental, but very few are actually sold.

My own mouth is still from Recoto, and I asked an older generation of carpenters to make it in the countryside. The material is not good, but it is a standard six-six coffin.

And lying in it is very comfortable, at first I was not used to it, but after sleeping twice, I couldn't leave it.

Because the coffin was too big to be transformed, Zhao Ke could only give up his mental calculations, went downstairs, and looked at the sky outside.

The sky had cleared up, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and with the wash of the heavy rain before, the air was unusually refreshing.

My canteen is located in the suburbs, and it is said that every day at four o'clock in the morning, there will be an agreed vegetable farmer to deliver the food.

But maybe because of the heavy rain these days, the porter who originally ordered to deliver the vegetables hadn't come for several days, and there were not many vegetables left.

I remember that the guest list for tonight’s reservation is four people. Thinking of this, Zhao Ke’s mouth slightly raised, and he waved his hand to call out his stamp album. Looking at the body parts stored in the stamp album, he half-closed his eyes, and already had an idea in his mind .

Turning around to pick up the motorcycle keys, Zhao Ke was about to go to the farmer's market near the suburbs to sell some vegetables, when Zhao Ke suddenly saw the black rosewood box on the table and the file bag that Lei Ke sent.

"The urn!"

Looking at this red sandalwood box, Zhao Ke looked more and more like it, and then thought, if he died in the horror space, would his ashes be placed in this urn.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the file bag, picked it up casually, and threw the file bag directly into the red sandalwood box.

Now I no longer need the files of these people.

In comparison, the stories in the horror space made Zhao Ke feel more exciting and novel.

Throwing the urn into the kitchen stove, riding his own motorcycle, he turned around and headed straight to the suburban farmer's market.

The Eastern Han Farmers Market is the largest concentrated trading place for farmers in the local area. It only takes 15 minutes for Zhao Ke to ride a bicycle. When Zhao Ke arrived there, it was already noon.

Those fresh ingredients are basically gone, and the rest are picked up by vegetable vendors, or they are stocks with bad prices.

Zhao Ke is not in a hurry, because he knows that there is a small market behind this farmer's market, and that is the real purpose of his coming here.

"Look at the freshly picked bamboo shoots."