While I was thinking about it, I slowly moved forward with the queue.

There were only three or four people left in front of him.

Kakka...

The middle-aged woman carried a rice spoon in the stainless steel pot that was left with a few slaps, and then shouted loudly without looking back: "His father, bring the rice!"

"Okay!" With a greeting, someone walked out of the store.

This man is not tall, dry and thin, wearing a torn scrub-stained sportswear, with a large apron covered with oil stains on the outside, and his two big hands were holding a big pot.

This should be the fried rice, and the pot is still steaming.

He put down the pot and took the empty pot handed over by his wife. He was about to turn around and walk towards the kitchen, but suddenly he found something, turned his head out, and looked straight at me.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and continue to fry it, so many people are waiting." His wife cursed dissatisfied when she saw him stunned.

"Oh." He nodded mutely and withdrew his gaze.

But as soon as I took two steps, I turned around and looked at me with great concern.

With so many people outside the door, why did he just notice me? Did he notice something?

"How many servings do you want?" I was stunned. The few people in front had sold out. The young man in charge of collecting the money looked up and asked me.

"One." I said and took out the money.

"Eat here or take it away?"

"Take it away." If you eat it here, you can stay and observe it for more, but even though you know that there is something wrong with the meal, you naturally cannot eat it. If you stay here and don't eat it, it will definitely cause doubt.

The young man took the money and skillfully put a box of lunch in a plastic bag and handed it to me.

I walked out of the restaurant with my meal as if nothing had happened and drove back to the antique shop.

As soon as I returned to the antique shop, I poured the rice down, grabbed a handful of cinnabar, mixed some glutinous rice, and then sprinkled it on the rice together.

With a hissing, a ray of white smoke suddenly rose from the rice!

The smoke was extremely strong, and it was accompanied by a fishy smell. The smell was like a rotten corpse, and the rice immediately turned black.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but take a breath.

This turned out to be a bowl of ghost rice!

According to the Chinese rules, after death, ordinary people will always give a bowl of rice in front of the spirit.

This bowl of rice is called: rice dumplings, or rice in front of the grave - it is to let the ghost eat the last bowl of rice in the world and have the strength to rush to the underworld.

Once the ghost has eaten it, this bowl of rice will become a ghost rice.

As the saying goes, humans and ghosts do not compete for food. If a living person swallows the Yin Ghost rice, it will cause the Yin Qi to enter the body. The mildest one is listless, and the worst one is full of diseases. If a person with weak constitution and insufficient yang energy eats it, he may die.

I just verified it with the most yang energy cinnabar and glutinous rice. This is indeed a bowl of Yin Gui rice.

But I also saw with my own eyes that among the people who lined up to buy food, there were many old men of old age. Logically speaking, once these people had eaten Yin Gui rice, they would definitely be bedridden, but they were very energetic and had a very high appetite.

Besides, Yin Gui rice cannot be addictive. What did the shop owner add to it so that customers can never forget it.

When I was puzzled, my phone rang.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhong Xiaopang's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Master Zhang, you must have found the problem?"

I was about to answer, but my heart suddenly moved. How did he know that I went to that restaurant?

"Are you monitoring me?" I asked coldly.

"No, no, Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. I'm also anxious for a moment. Then I want to see if you have taken action. According to the past rules, Zhao Wangcai should go to that dead end tonight. Are you interested in coming and taking a look?"

I paused and said, "Okay, come and pick me up tonight." After that, I hung up the phone.

At the same time as I hung up the phone, I suddenly understood Zhong Xiaopang’s intention.

The restaurant was sneaky and weird, and I was a businessman who specialized in reselling evil things. He probably suspected that Zhao Wangcai bought the evil things from me. So from the beginning, he didn't fully trust me, so he secretly stared at me, wanting to see if Zhao Wangcai and I were in the same group.

This Zhong Xiaopang looks silly and has a lot of scheming.

But I was too lazy to bother with him. The key point at the moment was to find out what secrets were hidden in the fried rice restaurant!

I didn't sleep last night and I've been struggling until now. I have to hurry up and sleep for a while.

When I woke up, it was already dark. I just finished washing up and after eating something, Zhong Xiaopang knocked on the door.

Zhong Xiaopang drove a very worn van with sludge on his body, and one of the lights was still broken.

I leaned against the passenger seat of the passenger seat and laughed coldly: "Boss Zhong is worthy of being a big business person. Isn't this ambition to be too delicate, right?"

Zhong Xiaopang was stunned, then understood what I meant and laughed, "I have to be careful too. If I always followed one car, he might have discovered it. Every time I followed, I had to change a car. Except for the first time I followed it tighter, I waited for him at the entrance of the alley twice. Anyway, he would appear there, but... but... I haven't figured out how he disappeared so far."

"This time you can just drive to the door of his store, let's follow him all the way." I ordered.

"Okay." Zhong Xiaopang responded, while skillfully controlling the steering wheel and heading towards the east of the city.

The area in the east of the city is very lively during the day, but at night it is pitch black and there is no one on the street.

The fried rice restaurant was closed at this moment, and the rust-covered rolling gate was locked tightly. Except for a few wandering wild dogs in front of the door, there was no movement around.

Zhong Xiaopang turned off the headlights, looked down at the luminous watch and said, "Wait, it's almost time! He would go out every seven days, and the last time it rained heavily, he didn't delay it at all."

Seven days, why is it seven days?

Ghost rice...

By the way! Seven days after the deceased passed away, it was the time to return to his soul. What he added to his meal must also be related to this.
Chapter completed!