I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

Although the Japanese like to work overtime, this time is not the off-duty time of those who work overtime, and this place is not densely populated, so it is extraordinarily quiet at night.

Many people are well aware of the prevalence of various urban legends in Japan, such as the Gap Girl, Hachisha-sama, Flying Headman, etc., and the layout of Japanese neighborhoods in this era is very unreasonable, resulting in insufficient penetration of street lights, and walking alone at night It's a scary thing to be on the street.

At [-]:[-] in the evening, a tall black shadow appeared on the street of Lezhengling. At the moment the shadow appeared, the streetlights of the whole street flickered as if the power supply was insufficient. Walking forward slowly, the street lamps in front of you were extinguished one by one, leaving only the sound of rhythmic footsteps in the silent street.

Behind this figure was a large flock of crows. They landed on the electric poles by the side of the road, croaking non-stop, and looking around with their blood-red eyes.

Just at this time, a stray dog ​​staggered out from the alley between the houses. When it noticed the black figure, it immediately hit the ground on all fours, trembling with fear, whimpering slightly, when the black shadow When the shadow passed by it, a black object separated from the shadow, and then returned to the shadow with a swish.

——The stray dog ​​on the ground is gone

A resident in the houses on both sides happened to see this scene. That person turned pale with fright, and immediately pulled up the curtains and pretended not to see anything.

The black figure paused and said in a low voice: "Trouble, can't you suppress it anymore? Forget it, let's clear up the witnesses first."

After finishing speaking, one group after another jumped out of the shadow under his feet, and disappeared across the street in an instant.

Then the black shadow continued to move forward, and finally stopped in front of the Chinese restaurant.

In fact, Le Zhengling had heard the dull footsteps before, but knowing that he shouldn't be too curious, he ignored them. However, the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of his shop.

Looking through the cloth barrier, a tall and strong figure stood there, but he didn't intend to come in for a long time.

Le Zhengling keenly felt that the figure was not an ordinary person, even though he did not see the real appearance of the figure, it only came in through the barrier, and the overwhelming sense of presence did not mean to conceal it at all.

All the cells in his body are shouting "Danger, Danger, Danger", and the sensor of the biological chain is also telling him that the one outside is higher than "human", and has reached the top of the biological chain.

Le Zhengling was trembling all over, sweat was streaming down his face, and he was about to faint from the tremendous pressure.

At this moment, as if aware of his abnormality, the figure outside paused, the strong sense of oppression subsided, and then the door was pulled open.

With a pale face, Lezheng looked at the person coming through the dim light of the light bulb:

It was a man close to 1.9 meters tall, wearing a pitch-black windbreaker and black trousers. The top seemed to grow out of his body and was very close-fitting. No, a closer look showed that the muscles were dyed black by a layer of liquid. This layer of black Even spread to the neck.

Body painting?Le Zhengling thought suspiciously.

The silver-gray hair looked extremely unhealthy, and the gray-black eyes looked straight at Le Zhengling like an inhuman beast. He was familiar with that look, and he had seen it on TV programs introducing wild animals in his previous life.

He swallowed, and put the tray in front of him. Although he thought it was useless, it could at least give him some psychological comfort.

"Guest, guest, I'm going to close. Would you like to come back tomorrow?" Le Zhengling asked cautiously, suppressing the fear in his heart.

The other party ignored him, but raised his head and sniffed with his nose. After a long time, he asked in that low voice, "Is your grandpa here?"

Le Zhengling felt that this person looked familiar before, but he couldn't remember who this person was for a while, but since he asked this way, the other party should have been here before, so he replied truthfully: "If you If you are looking for grandpa, I'm sorry, my grandpa passed away half a year ago."

Hearing this news, the man on the opposite side fell silent, and pressed his stomach with his hands, as if suppressing something.

"Really, that's a pity. I wanted to eat the kind of noodles he cooked again. A considerable part of 'I' is already very irritable." He said, sitting on the open seat where diners enjoy the chef's cooking performance , "Since the original boss is gone, I ask you to make the same noodles for me to eat."

Hearing this completely unreasonable request, Le Zhengling felt tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart. He took two steps back, resisting his fear and asked: "My guest, can I refuse your request?"

The man glanced at him with cold eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Of course, but after you refuse, [I] can't help but use you to resolve this restlessness."

Hearing these rather ambiguous and dangerous words, Le Zhengling's first reaction was an indescribable tightness, and then goosebumps all over his body.

"Holding, I'm sorry, I'm a man..." Le Zhengling, who lived in the 21st century China in her previous life, with a stable life and a prosperous Internet, has been bombarded by various information, and her way of thinking is different from that of people in this era.

To put it simply, his thinking is relatively dirty, and he doesn't think that the other party will kill people randomly.

But for this Japan in the late 80s, the society is not stable, and various strange killings also occur from time to time.

The man didn't speak any more, but just looked at him with those eyes without the slightest warmth, and at this moment, outside the closed shop door, a Soviet Russian wolfhound that was completely black and taller than Le Zhengling quietly walked Walking in, the red animal eyes staring at Le Zhengling were exactly the same as that man's eyes.

Le Zhengling saw something strange in those two pairs of eyes, but it was so strange, he still knew what it represented - it was a naked, undisguised killing intent.

"Okay! Prepare it for you right away, please wait a moment! I'll eat it for you right away!" Le Zhengling shuddered, not daring to turn on the gas stove again for a moment, and the hot water pot on the gas stove was gurgling after a while boil up.

He took out the basin that had been washed before, poured high-gluten flour into it, poured in boiling water and an appropriate amount of salt, and started kneading the dough. He quickly kneaded the dough in the snow-white flour with both hands. After a while, he felt that the dough was soft and firm. Finally, he spread sesame oil on it and wrapped it in a damp cloth.

Then he took out the beef slices from the refrigerator and fried them. At the same time, he re-boiled the big bone broth in the pressure cooker before, and the aroma of the thick soup permeated the store.

Feeling the gaze behind him, Le Zheng listened like a light on his back, making this bowl of noodles with the most serious attitude in his life.

Half an hour later, without even bothering to wipe off the sweat on his face, Le Zhengling picked up a bowl of delicious beef dan dan noodles and placed it in front of the man.

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Chapter 3 Nero Kaos

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, the man didn't move his chopsticks. He asked in a moderate pace, "You have inherited a few percent of your grandfather's craftsmanship."

Hearing this question, Le Zhengling was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that someone would ask such a question, but he still replied immediately: "Probably [-]% to [-]%."

That's what he said, but he felt that he was being modest, because in his opinion, he already had more than [-]% of his grandfather's skill.

Although he has lived in two lives, he always feels that he is smarter in this life than in the previous life, and he can learn many things at once. Even if his grandfather didn't teach him anything, he has learned seven of his skills in the process of working for so many years. Seven or eight.

After eating the things made by his grandfather for so many years, he gradually figured out the last [-]-[-]%.

Seeing the man finally picked up the chopsticks, picked up a noodle and sucked it into his mouth to chew, Le Zhengling's heart was finally relieved.

As long as you are willing to eat, the so-called cannibal has a soft mouth and short hands, and there is room for turnover if you eat it.

But just as he was thinking this way, the man who only took one bite put down his chopsticks and said in an unhappy tone, "It's not this kind of noodles!"