Jiro?

Hand-Pulled Noodle?

Hui Lijing was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered the words of the old monk Tongshou Temple.

"When the father of the current store owner was alive, I often came here to eat. At that time, the father of the current store owner, Mr. Jiro, smiled so heartily that he accidentally fell while walking and was on his way home."

There is no doubt that the previous owner of the ramen restaurant named Jiro has died.

How could a dead person appear outside her door?

Dead soul?

Or... a prank?

The next moment, Hui Lijing's expression changed.

Because the female detective also knows very well that the possibility of a prank is extremely slim.

You know, when the door was just closed, it was she who closed it with her own hands, and she also left the lock.

The wall of Tongshou Temple is not very high, but it is not something that ordinary people can climb easily.

As for ladder resistance?

Hui Lijing can guarantee that she did not hear any sound.

It was absolutely impossible not to hear the sound of the ladder falling to the ground in this silent night.

Can you enter Tongshou Temple without using a ladder?

Such a person doesn't need to play pranks on her at all.

Putting aside the impossible, the remaining one is the only answer even if it is impossible.

Dead soul!

call!

Hui Lijing's breathing became rapid.

Although she has reached the 'mysterious side'.

Even, I will start learning ‘mysterious knowledge’ right away.

But after all, it hasn't really started yet.

Even, in a certain respect, it is the first time that I have faced a mysterious incident alone in a real sense.

what to do?

Did Jason hear that?

As long as I hear it, Jason will definitely help me!

Hui Lijing thought and immediately shook her head.

Because, she thought of the scene yesterday.

If the scene before him was similar to the previous situation, then Jason would definitely not be able to hear the words here.

really!

I can only rely on myself!

But……

Hui Lijing immediately started searching in the room.

She's looking for some handy weapons.

Although there are many weapons on her body, none of them are suitable for dealing with the situation at hand.

After all, Jason said in casual conversation that flames or electric batons are the best ways to deal with the dead souls.

She has an electric baton.

But if possible, Hui Lijing still hopes that she can attack from a 'long range'.

Soon, Hui Lijing found a bottle of 'Pesticide'.

Bang!

After shaking it, there was still more than half the bottle inside.

Then, Hui Lijing took out a lighter.

Outside the door, the moonlight is everywhere.

The bright white color makes the green brick floor in the temple look like the clear sky after snow.

A figure stood just in front of the door of the wing on the left.

This figure is a middle-aged man with an average build.

There was a smile on his face that looked very cheerful, but under the moonlight and shadow, this smile became flickering, giving it an inexplicable and strange feeling.

Especially when the smile remained on his face for more than ten seconds without any change, the strange feeling began to increase rapidly.

Just like when you look in the mirror and smile, it may come from your heart at first, but after more than ten seconds, your cheeks will start to feel sore, but your smile still remains.

Don't know pain.

Never tired.

Just, laugh.

Neither crazy nor arrogant.

Just cheerful.

But no matter how cheerful it was, it became ferocious as a streak of scarlet fell.

The moonlight is quiet and scarlet flows.

Look back slightly.

They saw that the back of the head of the man who called himself Jiro was already broken.

Blood flows.

The brain is still beating.

But every time it beats, more blood will flow out.

Blood ran down his neck and down his chest.

Soon, the clothes of the man who called himself Jiro were soaked with blood.

More blood flowed into the soup bowl held by the opponent.

The already fragrant soup bowl became even more fragrant at this time.

Likewise, the fishy smell became more and more obvious.

As the heat in the soup bowl continued to overflow, it began to flow.

The man who called himself Jiro stood in front of the door. His hearty smile did not change at all. He was like a robot, raising his hand to slap the door in front of him.

Boom, boom.

"Hello, your ramen has arrived."

The knocking on the door is very rhythmic.

The sound is also the same as before.

Then

Squeak!

The door opened.

Hui Lijing appeared in front of the man who called himself Jiro.

Jiro's lips curled up again.

He forcefully distorted his cheerful smile.

Weird.

ferocious.

distortion.

When the three are combined into one, the smile really cannot be called a smile.

What is filled inside is a kind of scalp-numbing emotion.

Especially, when the man who called himself Jiro spoke again.

"Hello, guest."

“Your ramen.”
To be continued...