Gou Ming walked the wall all the way, and his biggest feeling was desolation and gloom.

There is a big road at the front entrance of the hospital, and it is a little popular.

The back door is a small road, not only can there be no signs of pedestrians, but there are not even a few street lights, which are pitch black and particularly scary.

There is a two-story old apartment across the road, the most common type in Japanese dramas, similar to the temporary dormitory built on a construction site.

The doors of the houses were locked, and the entire apartment was dull, with only two lights in the corridor flashing, as if they were in poor contact.

Gou Ming was walking on the road, only his own footsteps were echoing.

Click!

A light sound followed by a strange sound, some of which were like the sound of sharp objects tearing a soft object.

Gou Ming subconsciously reached out to his schoolbag with his back hand, pulled out a strong flashlight, turned on the switch, and shone the flashlight through.

Meow!!

It turned out that a cat was pulling a black garbage bag wrapped by the trash can.

Gou Ming was about to move the flashlight away, but suddenly he found that the skinny black cat not only did not escape, but stared at him directly. The golden vertical pupils reflected a strange luster under the flashlight.

‘Wait, it’s not right! It’s not looking at me!’

Gou Ming suddenly realized something, and subconsciously turned around and looked along the cat's line of sight.

A tall rolling gate covered with white paint caught his eye.

The door, the wall next to it and the slope in front of the door are all painted into white. Under the dual effects of night and flashlight, the white paint reflects a white luster.

There are signs of no-pass and no-parking at the door. Gou Ming also saw an inconspicuous tiles hanging on the small door for people to pass by.

'here it is……'

Gou Ming was shocked. He realized that he had walked to the entrance of the underground morgue without knowing it!

There was a dead silence around. For a moment, Gou Ming could even clearly hear his heartbeat.

After feeling the temperature in my chest, there was nothing abnormal about Yushou.

Gou Ming breathed a sigh of relief, crossed the morgue entrance and continued to walk forward.

Before he could walk a few steps, Gou Ming vaguely heard a slight metal collision sound behind him.

Gou Ming immediately turned around and shone the flashlight towards the gate of the morgue.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing, and the morgue's rolling gate swayed, making a rustling sound, as if something was scattered behind the rolling gate.

Yushou still had no change, Gou Ming frowned slightly.

This voice was a little different from what he had heard before. With a hint of doubt, Gou Ming turned around and continued to move forward.

Walking out of the path at the back door, a little popularity has been restored around.

At this time, Gou Ming suddenly showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Gou Ming is a chef and is very sensitive to the taste. He immediately noticed that the fragrance actually tastes ramen.

Gou Ming immediately followed the fragrance and looked over.

He didn't want to have a midnight snack, but the ramen master is generally more traditional and rarely moves his nest after fixing the stall. He may have learned about the secrets about this hospital from the ramen master.

Sure enough, Gou Ming walked about a hundred meters along the path extending outward on the side of the hospital and found a small cart at an intersection, which was a mobile stall selling ramen.

The whole stall is like a shrinking house. A bright yellow lantern is hung in one corner of the stall, emitting a faint yellow light under the night, making the night-returning heart warm.

There is only a short and narrow bench next to the stall, which is only for two or three people to sit in front of the stall.

But it might be too late at this time, and there was no one in front of the stall.

Gou Ming walked forward, sat down on the bench, and then walked towards the stall window.

"Boss, come a bowl of turban ramen."

The ramen chef in the stall was smoking, and when he heard the sound of gouming, he immediately pressed the cigarette to extinguish.

"Okay, please wait."

After saying that, he became busy in the small stall.

Gou Ming sat outside and observed while he was free.

This ramen master is about 40 or 50 years old. His hair is a little gray, his figure is thin, his face is vicissitudes, and there is a scar on the corner of his mouth. He looks like a person with a story at first glance.

Under Gou Ming's gaze, the ramen chef filled the noodles with a large colander and put them in boiling water to cook.

Then raise your hand and shake it with tidy movements!

Bang!

A whip sound came from the air. The water attached to the noodles immediately fell like raindrops.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

Some people say that when you see the taste of the soup base, you will see the second thing you see is this tremor.

Soup base is the secret recipe for every ramen chef, and this shaking is a concentrating experience and skills. Whether the master is good enough or not is it.

The drained noodles were put into a large bowl by the ramen chef, and then the soup base made of milky white, thicker than milk, was made from another insulated bucket.

Then sprinkle chopped green onion, pea seedlings, summer mulberry chrysanthemums on the surface of the noodles, and place two slices of char siu.

A bowl of fragrant turmeric ramen is ready.

The ramen master brought the sea bowl to Gou Ming and said.

"Please use it slowly."

Gou Ming pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick cage next to him and broke them apart.

In the bowl in front of him, there was a milky white soup floating on the milky white soup. It was a mixture of lard, pepper and other seasonings, plus the bones used for boiling, and the secret of this bowl of soup base was all inside.

The crystal clear noodles floated in the soup, with yellow and green side dishes on it, plus two slices of braised char siu pork.

It looks full of appetite.

In the past, Gou Ming used to save costs, most of the people who made it for himself to eat. After a long time, he became tired of making it delicious, not to mention that before getting the recipe, his cooking skills were very bad.

Others make it for themselves, and it is still in the middle of the night. At such a mobile ramen stall, this experience is very novel for Gou Ming.

Gou Ming first picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup.

The rich aroma of bone soup suddenly came to my nose. Gou Ming felt a warm current from his mouth to his stomach, and then slowly spread throughout his body.

Gou Ming then picked up a piece of char siu and took a bite. The flesh melted in his mouth. A rich aroma of soy sauce charred instantly spread to his entire mouth.

Take another bite of pea seedlings, which are crisp and juicy, bringing a spring freshness, and the previous greasiness is immediately neutralized by most of it.

Scream!

Gou Ming then picked up the noodles and sucked them into his mouth. The noodles that were cooked just right were full of strength, and the thick soup attached to the noodles brought a different taste.

Although this bowl of traditional turtle bone ramen is far less exciting than golden egg fried rice, this heartwarming flavor makes people feel aftertaste.
Chapter completed!