Go crazy!You call this playing a game?

Chapter 127 Yin Yang Restaurant
With a bang, the pot fell on the table, and Luo Ming's fingerprints first appeared on the Tai Chi pattern, and the irregular stripes gradually transformed into the word "Luo Ming", which is divided into two ends of the Tai Chi.

Luo Ming was attracted by this change, and held the pot in his hand, and a few lines of writing floated out.

"The head of the third rank of the Huang rank, delicious egg fried rice, diners are impermanent, yin and yang plus three."

Luo Ming was thinking about this sentence, when he saw someone coming from outside the glass door and knocked on the door.

It is Feng Zhengmao who has been delivering food to restaurants for a long time.

He carried the dishes in the small three rounds to the kitchen one by one, found a table to sit down after, and wiped the sweat with the towel on his shoulders.

"I wish the boss, the business doesn't look very good these days, there are so many dishes left in the kitchen."

Luo Ming's eyes were a little dazed.

It has not opened for two days, so it is strange that the dishes can be used up.

However, this person reminded Luo Ming that this restaurant should also open.

Taking advantage of the rest, Feng Zhengmao chatted with Luo Ming for a few words.

"Business is not good these days, which is normal. Neighbors in this area are afraid to go out, and people from far away are afraid to come. It's just that the people who open shops here suffer, how much will they lose in the rent of water and electricity every day?"

"Don't dare to go out? What's going on?" Luo Ming asked curiously.

Feng Zhengmao became mysterious and said, "A few days ago, the neighborhood in Jiayang was haunted."

I heard him say a few words, but someone saw a mysterious shadow at night, which sounded unreliable, but I met more people.

What's more, it happened that not long ago, a murder case occurred in Jiayang Community.

Without talking, Feng Zhengmao left slowly on three rounds.

Luo Ming always felt that these things were related to what happened yesterday, so he secretly decided to go to Jiayang Community to find out.

He unplugged the induction cooker, walked to the door, locked the door of the store, and prepared to go out.

In the kitchen, the strange pot suddenly turned into a puff of blue smoke, flew towards the outside of the store, and got straight into Luo Ming's hands.

He looked at the palm of his left hand in astonishment, and there was a black and white tattoo on the original pattern, which was a Taiji diagram engraved with Luo Ming's name.

Luo Ming could feel that as long as he moved his mind, this exquisite pot could become a reality.

Opening the door and taking two steps outside, Luo Ming saw the name of his small restaurant.

Yin Yang Hotel.

Jiayang Community is located in the center of Linyang. It is an old community with only six floors.

Although there are walls and gates, no one is guarding them, and the gates are open.

Luo Ming walked in, still thinking about how to find the target, when he saw two police cars parked in front of him.

Under the building next to the police car, figures moved.

Luo Ming leaned over.

Two police officers were maintaining order, trying to disperse the crowd of onlookers outside the cordon.

Inside the cordon, there were bloodstains and a circle drawn with chalk.

Luo Ming patted the shoulder of the uncle next to him, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

The uncle turned his head and glanced at him, waved his hands, lowered his voice, and pretended to be mysterious and said: "You just came here, right? This morning, someone in this building went to work. When the door opened, there was a long-haired man standing outside. Ball. This guy swears at littering kids and tries to throw the ball in the trash, guess what?"

A fan came from the right and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"The man picked up the ball and looked, hey, it's a human head!"

The uncle's tone sounded like he was talking about cross talk, but it made Luo Ming feel cold all over during the dog days.

From Luo Ming's point of view, this house has already been stained with a layer of dark green. Looking up, the color becomes deeper and deeper.

In the old community, every household has installed anti-theft nets, but the public corridors have been missed.

Luo Ming walked around the building, and easily found the open window in the stairwell, and with a little force, he climbed into the building.

Concentrating on it, he moved up step by step.

The white walls scraped on both sides of the stairs can no longer see their original color, and all kinds of lock unlocking advertisements occupy the entire wall.

A lot of dust has accumulated on the road, and there are traces of being trampled on.

The air was filled with a rotten smell, and Luo Ming's palms were slightly hot, and the imprint seemed to be slowly absorbing the musty smell.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" A clear female voice suddenly came from above the floor.

Luo Ming raised his head and saw a girl sticking her head out from the fifth floor, staring at him.

Luo Ming said: "I heard that this place is haunted, I don't believe it, come and have a look."

The girl's long hair was tied behind her back, a fork was hanging, and she was wearing a Taoist robe, which looked like a master of Taoism.It's just her immature face and voice that make her look like a child wearing her mother's high heels.

Hearing Luo Ming's words, she became anxious: "I've heard about this, why are you still here? This place is full of evil spirits, even I dare not enter, so I can only wait here for the help of the master. You, an ordinary person, come here What excitement!"

The girl's face was flushed. On the one hand, she was annoyed by his "ignorance and fearlessness", and on the other hand, she was infected by the evil spirit in the air.

Luo Ming didn't want to talk to her.

The faint mark in his hand became darker after absorbing the evil spirit, and Luo Ming felt its joy.

He took two steps up forcefully, and saw the girl spread her hands to block him.

"You can't go anymore, you will die!"

"I just saw you come down from above, a girl can go, why can't I go?"

"Can it be the same! I am the saint of Weihu Mountain, invulnerable to all poisons..."

Before she finished speaking, Luo Ming pulled her hand forward and rushed up sideways.

The girl turned around and followed behind, anxiously: "Why do you..."

The more he went up, the darker the surrounding shadows became, and Luo Ming's palms became hotter and hotter.

The sixth floor has the same structure as the previous floors, except that the corridor ends with a wall and there are no more stairs.

The three iron doors were tightly closed, and one of them was covered with dense yellow talismans.

The door key was inserted in the lock, and the girl next to her stretched out her hand to grab it, but Luo Ming had already opened the door.

Inside the room.

Rolls of white cloth wrapped all the furniture, and with the gust of wind that Luo Ming opened the door, the edges and corners were blown up.

As the clock on the wall chimed rhythmically, a speck of dust fell from the white cloth.

The girl behind her was pale.

She was still muttering silently: "The master said, you can't enter, you can't enter..."

Seeing this scene, he couldn't bear it anymore.

She took out the last two talisman papers, pasted them on her body, and rushed inside.

Luo Ming walked in leisurely without any discomfort.

But after the girl prepared seriously as if she was facing an enemy, her heart and spleen were attacked by the soaring evil spirit inside.

The talisman paper on her shoulder turned to ashes, exactly like the dust falling from the white sofa cloth.

The girl's body softened, and due to inertia, she fell forward.

Hearing the movement behind him, Luo Ming turned around and stretched out his hand, just in time to catch the falling girl.

(End of this chapter)