The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

The camera began to shake, and slowly walked into a certain ward. There was a middle-aged man lying on the ward. This was the third day after he fainted by the side of the road. The small ward was full of people, and the table next to it was full of There are various covered dishes.

The white coats surrounded the bed, and the reporter interviewed: "How is the patient's health now?"

The doctor wearing glasses pondered for a while and replied: "Every function is normal, but according to the examination results, it is just a little malnourished."

The reporter sighed: "That is quite lucky, is the patient's life not in danger?"

"This...can't be confirmed yet. After all, there was a patient before who was also normal, but suddenly died suddenly after being in a coma for three days."

"Did the previous victims find out the cause of the coma or..."

"Wake up, wake up!"

The camera quickly panned to the man on the bed.

The man's face was sallow due to bed rest for a long time. His eyelashes trembled first, he pursed his lips and then licked his lower lip. He opened his eyes blankly, and murmured: "Red...red...burning...meat..."

"Here we come!" The family members next to him quickly picked up a plate and rushed to the hospital bed. When they opened it, there was a plate of brightly colored braised pork. The ward was instantly filled with a strong aroma of vegetables, and the reporter couldn't help swallowing.

The man sniffed it, frowned and turned over the plate: "Take it away! What kind of smell, it stinks!"

The camera zoomed out, and the reporter appeared in the video, frowning with sympathy: "We saw that the patient also suffered from anorexia-gastronomy after recovery. , it is very likely that there will be a withdrawal reaction, mainly manifested as mania, trance, body aches, anorexia or overeating..."

Behind the reporter, the middle-aged man suddenly rushed to the table, grabbed the food on the table with his bare hands, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and then spit it out on the floor. Sweeping his arm to the ground, the ward was in a mess in an instant, and the doctors had to violently press him on the bed and inject sedatives.

The middle-aged man tried to resist by waving his arms and kicking his feet, but was held down by several people. He could only struggle and shout: "It doesn't taste like this! I'm hungry! Give me braised pork!"

The LED screen switched to the host: "Thank you reporter Liu for the report. In recent years, a new type of crime has suddenly appeared. The victim has a withdrawal reaction due to his enthusiasm for a certain type of food. At present, the purpose of the crime is unknown. Netizens will The suspect was dubbed a 'foodie'.

Here I would like to remind the audience that there have been more than 90.00 victims of 'Gourmet', seven of whom died, [-]% of the five surviving victims experienced withdrawal reactions, and almost half of the victims' organs were damaged or even cancerous. The bottom line of the law cannot be tolerated. touch.

The following is the backside photo taken by the surveillance. If you find someone suspected of being a 'gourmet', please call the following number to report, or directly call 11011 to report and search the team. "

Standing by the trash can, Meng Qinglang looked at the large LED screen at the entrance of the street, and finished a cigarette.

"Pfft~ This pixel can barely see a human figure, and you still hope to catch gourmets, go dreaming."

Meng Qinglang looked at the young couple passing by.

"At least it can be seen that it is a man, like a greasy middle-aged man, with a hunched back, maybe because he looks too ugly and resents the society, and is gradually becoming psychopathic. Dear, what do you have for supper?"

Meng Qinglang stared at the back of the man who was talking and took out his pocket, only to find an empty cigarette case.

"Let's have braised pork."

"Not losing weight?"

"The braised pork recommended by gourmets, after eating... oh!"

The woman who spoke tilted her foot, and her ten-centimeter high-heeled shoe broke at the root: "Who the hell smashed a hole in the sidewalk! I sprained my ankle, so please help me!"

Meng Qinglang looked at them, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Hmph."

As soon as the man bent down, he directly hugged her princess, the woman let out a soft cry, patted him with blushing cheeks, and whispered coquettishly: "What are you doing, there are so many people."

"I hug my legal girlfriend, what are I afraid of?"

"Tch." Meng Qinglang pursed his lips, threw away the cigarette case, and turned into a nearby small supermarket.

A passerby picked up the phone and whispered, "Captain, he has entered the supermarket."

In the temporary parking space not far away, the man in the silver van replied: "Just watch, don't go in."

There were no other customers in the supermarket. Meng Qinglang walked towards the shelf, and the 60-year-old boss immediately looked up, following him with vigilant eyes.

At 45:[-] p.m., it was late at night, Meng Qinglang was wearing rumpled sportswear, his beard had obviously not been groomed for a long time, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He didn't look like a serious person anyway.

Meng Qinglang took a cup of milk tea to pay the bill, and asked for a pack of cigarettes along the way. The small TV next to the cash register was playing the new issue of "Taste of the Tongue: Pastry". The speed slowed down.

The boss knocked on the table: "Money."

Bell~ The glass door opened, and a fat man walked in, took a bottle of beer and put it at the cash register. Meng Qinglang glanced at the system map, tore open a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and packed his things beside him.

The man suddenly slapped the table, pulled out a small knife and put it on Meng Qinglang's neck, shouting at the boss: "Take out the money! Or I'll stab him!"

Meng Qinglang was stunned, and the boss was obviously frightened. Seeing that he didn't move, the man stabbed Meng Qinglang's neck with the knife: "If you don't want to die in the shop, get the money!"

A passer-by outside the door: "Captain, something seems to have happened inside, robbery, what should I do?"

There was silence on the phone for a while before he said, "Let's see how he reacts first."

The three people in the supermarket were still confronting each other. The knife was not considered sharp and did not break the skin, but Meng Qinglang's throat was itchy after being poked by him. Blood.

"Captain, that kid is vomiting blood!"

"Why did you vomit blood so well? Was he beaten?"

"No, what now?"

There was another silence on the phone: "Call the police."

"Captain, we are the police."

"We belong to the search team, we are independent, and we handle cases in a hidden way. This kind of thing is out of our control."

The people in the supermarket were also taken aback by Meng Qinglang. The man was visibly panicked. He cursed and poked the knife forward, "Don't touch porcelain!" After speaking, he turned to the boss, "Give me the money!"

Meng Qinglang tilted his head when poked by him, looked at the sidewalk outside the glass window, and frowned.

The boss probably was frightened by the blood, and spread his hands with a bitter face: "Brother, our sign says that cashless supermarkets all use WeChat bank cards."

"What... what?" The man turned his head and looked outside, there was a big reminder on the door - cashless supermarket.

The man panicked, and suddenly felt blessed, and took out his mobile phone to him: "Come, scan the QR code to pay!"

The boss spread his hands: "Look at my age, I don't know how to do it!"

"Fart, you run a shop..."

The siren sounded from far outside the door. As soon as the man snatched back the phone, he spread his legs and rushed out. Meng Qinglang glanced at the system map, touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, picked up his milk tea and walked out the door. The boss took a look. The blood stains on the ground, and looked at his back, but didn't dare to call him.

With monitoring in place, the police quickly learned about the incident and began to track down the suspect.

Meng Qinglang looked at the system map and went around, finally locked in a hotel on the second floor of a village in the city.

He said "my friend is in 201" and went directly to the second floor. The boss glanced at his image, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

Meng Qinglang took out a pair of black gloves, put them on, and knocked on the door. The man was stunned when he saw him: "You..." He realized that he was about to close the door. The arm hit the knee in an instant, and the man rolled to the ground clutching his stomach with an "ow".

Meng Qinglang didn't intend to let him go, looked around the room, pulled a wooden chair, took out a hemp rope from nowhere, pulled the man up and put him on the chair, and expertly tied them into rice dumplings, which cost a lot of money. to 1 minute.

The man recovered a little bit, but was so hurt that he stared at Meng Qinglang viciously and scolded: "You don't even inquire about what the fuck is looking for, I advise you to let me go quickly, then kneel down and kowtow to apologize, Otherwise... believe it or not, I will find seventeen or eight brothers to kill you!"

Meng Qinglang didn't respond, just stood in front of him and said calmly, "What's your name?"

There was vigilance in the man's eyes, and he said bravely: "Liu Qiang, the Taoist priest called me Brother Qiang, what's the matter?"

Meng Qinglang clicked on the yellow icon on the system map, name: Liu Qiang, Liu Binshi.

Meng Qinglang turned off the system interface, took out three plates from the package, put them on the table, and looked down at him expressionlessly with dark circles under his eyes: "You are going to die, so I allow you to pick the one you like."

A plate of chocolate mousse cake, a plate of matcha cream biscuits, and a plate of green pepper scrambled eggs.

The sweet and greasy smell and the aroma of cooking permeated instantly, but they were not mixed. The man sniffled and looked in the direction of the plate with fascination.

"I'm learning how to make pasta recently, so..." Meng Qinglang picked up the plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers, "This one is still delicious. It was supposed to be my lunch tomorrow."

The man was brought back to his senses by his voice, but he felt the temptation of food more clearly. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and said in horror: "You... a gourmet?!"

"It seems...someone shouted that."

The man burst into tears and snot, crying, "Don't...don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I want to be crazy!"

Meng Qinglang put down the plate: "Choose one."

"I...I..." The man burst into tears suddenly, as wronged as a three-year-old child who fell down, "I...it's the first time I do this kind of thing, I really don't know it's you, I'm just a fucking Shabi, don't bother with me, I will kneel down for you, can I call you grandpa?! Please don't kill me, my mother is [-] this year, and I haven't enjoyed a day of happiness. My daughter-in-law is pregnant. If you want to make a fortune, grandpa, you will let me go..."

Meng Qinglang listened attentively, and a police siren sounded faintly in the distance: "It's too late."

"Wh... what? I'll be your cow if I have time!"

Meng Qinglang put away the biscuits and green pepper scrambled eggs, and picked up the cake: "Those two are too troublesome to eat, you can only choose this."

The man stared at the plate and swallowed, then turned his head suddenly: "I will never eat it."

Meng Qinglang didn't say anything, just passed the plate forward and put it in front of him.

The sweet breath penetrated into the man's nostrils in an instant. This feeling is warm and happy, and the touch of the tip of the tongue is soft, as if all the edges and corners of life have been tolerated, and everything can be let go, not just the taste of chocolate, but also...

The man licked the corner of his mouth, his gaze still obsessed, Meng Qinglang put down the empty plate, casually squeezed out a token, and threw it on him: "Anxi Group will find me in three days."

After speaking, he threw a rationalization capsule into the room and jumped directly from the window.

Soon, the police led people to break open the door.

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