Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Infinite Postman/Terrorist Postman Author: Guoshui Kanjiao

Introduction

A package from the unknown, a weird stamp,

Congratulations on becoming a new postman, please sign for the package and experience the journey of death.

The postman is mortal, only the stamp lives.

(Note: There are many hearses in this book, and old drivers often overturn.)

Custom Label: Infinity Stream Killer Sly Ghost

Chapter 1 Package

"Rumble..."

In City L, a sudden heavy rain caused everyone on the street to run away. At this moment, a police car roared past, left the urban area, and headed straight for the suburbs.

"Team Lei, the person who called the police seems to have been over-stimulated and is now in a trance and sent to the hospital"

The forensic doctor on the side stepped forward and said to Lei Ke: "Initial judgment, the deceased's name is Yao Jiafu, 53 years old, from Xiaoli Village, L City, and the family has been notified to identify the body.

Her eyes were sewn up with a needle and thread, and beside her body, we found a file bag. "

Reco took the file bag, which contained the victim's name, family background, and some information.

"It's her!" A policeman next to Reiko saw the photo on the file, and his face showed a sober look.

"You know him?" Reco turned back.

"Team Lei, in the case some time ago, the old lady was an important witness in a case of murdering a wife, but we found out later that it was this old lady who was gossiping behind her back, saying that the female victim cheated on her husband and started It’s just to say that it spread throughout the community, after the incident, we asked her, and she admitted that she made it up.”

Speaking of this, the young policeman was a little annoyed, curled his lips and said: "This kind of person deserves to die."

"To shut up!"

Reco turned his head and gave him a hard look, walked to the corpse, pulled off the shroud, and saw the corpse's grim face, fingers twisted to varying degrees, obviously suffered a lot of torture before death.

The face was already stiff, and the mouth was slightly opened. Reco took a flashlight and took a look inside. At first glance, it was dark, but after a closer look, Reco felt that something was wrong. He called the forensic doctor, pointed to the mouth of the corpse and said : "Look... she doesn't have a tongue!"

"Zi..."

The bright red meat strips, wrapped in golden fat, have a unique and rich aroma, which made the stomachs of several diners sitting beside them start to growl.

This small Japanese-style canteen has no tables and chairs, only a small round table. Under the table, the diners can directly see the whole process of the chef standing inside making the dishes.

"smell good!"

Several people stared at the bright red and fat meat on the iron plate in front of them, and couldn't help swallowing and spitting in their mouths.

As the two slightly curved blades crossed and rubbed against each other, there was a "squeak..." sound.

The eyes of the diners at the table suddenly focused on this young man who looked 25 or [-] years old.

With a clean white kitchen skirt and short hair, he looked smart and capable. At this time, a cold light flickered in the corner of the young man's eyes, and he reached out to grab the wooden barrel beside him.

"Wow!"

A thin round autumn fish with a blue back was grabbed by the young man from the bucket. With a swipe of the blade, the scales were cut open, the intestines were broken open, and the bones were deboned and sliced.

Three knives and two picks, I saw that on the table, the fish bones, fish guts, fish meat, and even the scraped fish scales were all placed in three rows up and down.

Concentrated expression, meticulous, familiar technique, but in the hands of this young man, it shows the side of turning decay into magic, completely evolved into an alternative art.

Precise and perfect, ranging from every fish scale to the internal organs of the fish, is a perfect technique, which makes the dissection a precise and fast operation.

During the whole process, the diners sitting at the table couldn't take their eyes off at all. They shouted in their hearts that it was really worth the visit this time. This restaurant belongs to a private chef. If you want to come here to eat, just make an appointment and wait until next spring.

And the strange thing is that the business hours of this store only start at 12 o'clock at night, and the price is expensive, there is no menu, it all depends on the ingredients purchased by the chef, but even so, the business of this store is also The fire was a mess.

The fried meat on the iron plate is quickly rolled into the freshly cut sashimi, smeared with a little white vinegar, put into a delicate vessel, and decorated with a mint leaf.

"Fried sea fish."

The bright red meat is golden on both sides, and the treasure is wrapped in the flawless saury fillet like white jade. The combination of red and white exudes an alternative and unique temptation.

"Ok!"

A diner took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he tried his best to control the joy on his face. The white and smooth sashimi did not have the fishy smell as imagined, but it melted in the mouth. , the cut red meat in it has a different strength, and it is fragrant and glutinous, making people want to swallow their tongues.

Even a self-identified female diner can't control her emotions after eating it, because the taste is really unforgettable, and the multi-layered flavors burst out on the taste buds on the tip of her tongue almost at the same time. This feeling is unimaginable.

"May I ask, what kind of meat is this?" Someone finally asked curiously, because the piece of red meat was so strong and delicious, but it didn't look like beef, mutton or pork.

"It's ox tongue!"

The young man said without looking back, after carefully wiping the steel knife used to cut the fish just now, he wrapped the blade with tape and threw it into a separate trash can beside him.

This knife has been stained with fishy smell, no matter how clean it is, it will never have any effect on other ingredients, but for myself, who has a perverted sense of smell, I still can't bear such a smelly blade.

Opening the side drawer, I saw that in the drawer, all brand-new knives were neatly placed there. Each handle reflected the cold light and had unique provisions. Putting it on the market, the price of such a complete set of knives would never Cheap.

But for Zhao Ke, these knives are all disposable items, not to mention real knives. Perhaps this is a big regret for him, because he has not found it so far. Call it a perfect blade.

The dinner lasted only two hours later, and several diners sat up and left contentedly. Everyone had different colors on their faces, but they had one thing in common, that is, they made reservations immediately after eating. Next, make an appointment for next year.

Put the used utensils neatly into the wooden barrels aside, and someone will come to recycle them tomorrow morning.

"Rumble..."

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain was splashing on the mud tiles of the roof, making a messy but emotional sound, which was a kind of sentiment that could not be heard in the metropolis.

Standing by the window, he unbuttoned the kitchen skirt, and Zhao Ke took the silver cross on his chest and gently wiped off the dust on it.

Listening to the sound of rain, he closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the sound of tick-tock rain, as if he was listening to a concert.

Of course, there is another reason. The heavy rain will wash away everything covered in the dust, whether it is traces or smells. After a thorough washing, there is no trace of traces after the heavy rain.

He took out the silver cigarette case from his arms, took out a cigarette, put it under the bridge of his nose and sniffed it.

"jingle……"

At this time, Zhao Ke's ears moved, and a bell rang from inside the door. It was a bell hanging outside the door. It would only ring when the door was opened, but the strange thing was that the door didn't open.

"broken??"

The bell was still ringing, from time to time the usual gentle sound, but rather impatiently, as if someone was shaking the bell deliberately, the bursts of rapid ringing made people feel very disturbed.

Zhao Ke couldn't help frowning, he casually put a fruit knife in his hand, and strode towards the door. Zhao Ke stuck to the door, and gently opened the door with his fingers.

Sweeping his eyes upwards, he saw that the bell on the door had stopped ringing, and stood there quietly, as if it had never made any sound.

"Is it the wind?"