Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 271
"...Actually, young man, when it comes to ghost bones, there are many around you."

But when I heard the proprietress say this, I was taken aback, why are there so many ghost bones around me?What is the ghost bone, I don't know at all, okay?

So, I looked at the proprietress with curious eyes.

The proprietress stood leisurely at the bar counter, propping her chin with one hand, fiddling with a small silver knife with the other, and then said to me: "Minggu, you are talking about a special form of demons. It may be a person or an animal. After death, the soul leaves the body. But the corpse absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and by chance, it regenerates its intelligence. The bones of such monsters are called ghost bones... such as zombies, bones Demon. So, the Chou Le around you is just a lot of ghost bones."

"Ah? So Ming Gu is Qiu Le?" Only then did I understand what the proprietress said.

But I wondered, why did that old lady seek out Chou Le?

Looking for Chou Le with his head in his arms?

The proprietress seemed to see the doubts in my heart, so she said to me in her indifferent voice: "The ghost bone is actually a kind of spiritual thing, you know, spiritual wisdom, soul, this kind of thing is mysterious. Mysterious, no one knows, how they appear, just like you and me, this sense of self-existence is actually difficult to explain. Therefore, many people believe that the ghost bone that can give birth to the soul is useful for bringing people back to life. effect."

I raised my eyebrows: "I'll go, is it true or not, is Qiu Le still a medicinal herb?"

"Hehe, few people know about the need for some special methods. Even I don't know what the specific method is. Besides, resurrection from the dead is not necessarily a good thing." The proprietress smiled mysteriously at me.

Not necessarily a good thing?
Is there anything better than coming back from the dead?
The proprietress actually said that this is not a good thing, she is very annoying because of this, she always talks halfway, pretending to be a late-stage cancer, and she has to pretend to be forced to do everything...

"You scold me in your heart, don't think I don't know."

At this moment, the proprietress tapped my head with the back of the small silver knife.

Well, and this nasty mind-reading technique, I'm really annoying too.

However, in general, when talking about the old lady holding her head, it is mainly because I am bored, because no one cares about my one-eyed blind situation.But having said that, Xiaoya's premonition is always quite accurate, she said that there is nothing under my eyes, maybe it will really get better after a while.

After thinking about it, I didn't worry about it anymore. When I got off work, the proprietress said that she asked Xiaoya to go to her place today to do some maintenance work on the corpse puppets. I had no objections, nor did I dare to leave. night road.So I put on my white blindfold and walked out of the restaurant...

In other words, with my appearance, I look like Jin Muken and his adoptive father from a distance now...

"It's really annoying, these eyes don't know when to consume energy... Forget it, go home and sleep, and I have to pick up two brats from school in the afternoon." I sighed and walked on the desolate street where I was the only one left.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit my back, shaking me from my heels to the back of my head.

"Hey, this... this summer is coming to an end, but it's been too cold these few nights... I need to add more clothes tomorrow." I tugged on my sleeves and looked at the day. 03. It was actually quite dark, no different from midnight.

To be honest, the atmosphere was a bit weird.

I also gradually felt that something was wrong, this kind of painting style, usually something will happen in the next moment, maybe I will run into a ghost...

My broken mouth sometimes seems to be opened.

Just when I thought of this, there was a sudden sound of pattering footsteps in my ears. I was stunned, and looked around, and found that the sound came from a small alley beside me. There was a white light at the end of the alley. I don’t know what it was coming from. , the alley is full of white mist, which looks weird.

Especially when a hunchbacked figure walked by!
"Fuck, what the hell?" I frowned, stared, and looked carefully, it seemed that it wasn't a ghost.

And at this time, there was a faint old voice from the alley, echoing in my ears: "Bone Bone Blossom...Back to Life...Bone Bone Blossom...Back to Life..."

That voice trembled every time he uttered a word.

At first, I felt crispy all over my body, and then my back felt a little cold.

This line sounds familiar, listen carefully, isn't this the line of the old lady who hugged her head that Guo'er passed on from mouth to mouth!
"I'm going... I belong to Conan. If I work in this restaurant, I can meet ghosts wherever I go, right?" I frowned.

I believe that all ghosts can bring me are troubles, what should I do in the face of this situation?Only fools go in!So, I resolutely turned around and walked in another direction.

But what I didn't expect was that there are so many people who can teleport these days.

As soon as I turned around, a dead face almost hit my nose!
Dark, dry skin, slightly open mouth, yellow to green teeth, few hairs left, and a stench that can only be accumulated after decades of not taking a shower, all of these are rushing to the face!
I took a step back, covered my mouth, and almost vomited!

"Fuck, what are you doing!"

I'm not scared, really, I'm disgusted.

The thing in front of me is not a living face, but a dead head. I took a step back to see it clearly. The old lady in the alley teleported to me somehow. She held the dead head in her hands. He held it high in front of me, and now it fell down, hugging his chest, staring at me with a pair of cloudy old eyes, with some white flesh around them, and then opened his mouth to me little by little, and said, "Young man... listen Have you ever said that?"

"Listen, what are you listening to? No, aunt, we have no grievances or enmities, don't mess with me, let me tell you, I have experienced many battles, and I have a big move... What should we do now? Why go, this matter is easy to handle."

result……

For the elderly, sometimes when you talk to him, he doesn't need to hear what you said to him clearly, and he can answer without any reason.

"Have you never heard of it? Have you really never heard of it? Bone Bone Blossom, Bringing the Dead Back to Life... Also, Ghost Bone..."

I have black lines all over my face.

"I haven't heard of it, so what, you want to kill me?" I asked straightforwardly.

"Have you ever seen a ghost bone? Young man... have you seen it?"

Well, our conversation is a pair of parallel lines that can never intersect.

I took a step away and walked to the old lady's side: "See you later, ma'am! I wish you an early discovery of the ghost bone..."

After finishing speaking, I will leave immediately.

In fact, the main reason is that this old lady looks too weird, quite sinister, and looks quite fierce. If this is a beautiful ghost, maybe I can chat for a while longer.I really don't know what to say next.But what I didn't expect was that as soon as I took a few steps, there was a sudden cry behind me.

I froze for a moment, and looked back, it was the old lady, she was still in place, holding that dead head, crying very sadly.

But don't get me wrong, this cry is not the kind of pretend cry, gloomy cry, desperate cry before a ghost kills... It's real crying, it's just an old lady, sniffling behind me.

I am a person who is full of sympathy sometimes, for everything.

I frowned, then took a few steps back, then dodged around, and faced the old lady again.

The old lady held her head in her arms, and cried more and more sadly, but because she held her head in her hands, it was difficult to wipe away the tears, so she could only use her elbow to wipe it with difficulty...

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Why don't you, old lady? You are in the middle of the night, and other ghosts will misunderstand if they see it. I bullied you, an old lady, when I was young and strong. Don't cry, you I don’t know about that thing, what about bringing the dead back to life, do you think I look like a Taoist priest? If I have that ability, I won’t work for others.”

As a result, the old lady seemed to understand what I said this time, looked up at me, and said something to me in a very old and helpless voice, which made me very confused: "I am lonely... lonely..."

alone?

I'll go...then why are you telling me?
"No, that... aunt, are you a human or a ghost? Well, your teleportation is basically not human, but it seems that you don't have any murderous intentions, right? If you can live like a human, you won't be harmed." People or something, I will be a good person and find you a nursing home later?"

I tentatively asked.

In the end, the old lady shook her head: "The one who can always be with me... is only him... without him... I will always be alone..."

The old lady was talking about the dead head in her arms.

I frowned at this moment, looked at it suspiciously, and said, I have heard the story of the grandma holding her head, but it seems that no one really knows whose head the old lady is holding in her arms.

"Who is this? Your son?" I asked curiously.

The old lady shook her head: "My husband..."

"Ah?" I looked at the dead man's head. Although there is not much hair left on the head, it is all black. If this is the head of an old man after death, there should be white hair, right?Of course, I'm guessing, and I haven't seen any old man's mummified head.

"Fifty years ago...he died...and left me...for 50 years...I spent most of my life thinking about resurrecting him...reviving him...I was lonely for 50 years...I don't want to be lonely anymore... Boy, do you know... do you know what it's like to be lonely? To be alone, to feel only one's own soul, without everything else around you..."

I shook my head in embarrassment, not understanding.

But I was puzzled. I looked at the old lady and said, "Aunt, are you a human or a ghost? And your head...if it's been preserved for 50 years, it's really...remarkable." I listened to the old lady. Confused, but in general, our conversation is quite good, at least better than before.But what I didn't expect was that after listening to my question, the old lady didn't know what happened, and suddenly knelt down for me with a plop!

This scene was so sudden that I wasn't prepared for it at all.

"Hey, aunt, what are you doing!" I hurried to help, but when my hand touched the old lady's arm, it felt like touching ice. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm human... I'm just... an ordinary old lady... young man, in fact... when you passed by... I smelled it, you smell like a ghost... I... "

(End of this chapter)