Soul Eater

Facing Ruan Yang and the others' eager gazes, Li Dui felt that he had been betrayed by his allies, and he almost couldn't speak up.

The old curator behind him squeezed forward as if seeing reinforcements, his eyes gleaming: "Exorcist?"

Wei Xuan smiled so much that he showed two rows of teeth: "[-] to exorcise evil spirits, [-] to exceed [-], and after-sales are also included!"

These three words after the package are really exciting.

Nowadays, many Taoist priests who are invited to do rituals come and finish the rituals, regardless of whether the follow-up is effective or not, they pat their buttocks and leave. Afterwards, they find that there are still problems that have not been resolved. They want to invite people to come again. In addition, even if you can find it, it will cost you a lot of money to come over.

To be honest, Xiao Siming's exorcism price of 5 yuan is actually not expensive. Compared with the celestial masters that the old curator hired before, it is simply the conscience of the industry.

He was so excited that he gave Xiao Siming a deposit of [-] on the spot.

Xiao Siming raised his enthusiasm for work after taking the money, and asked, "When will you go to the site to check?"

The old director thought about it: "Wait until after the museum is closed, that thing always comes out after dark, I will arrange for everyone to go in and rest first."

The discussion on their side was in full swing, and Team Li was still trying to struggle: "Don't make trouble..."

His voice drifted in the wind, no one cares.

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It is noon now, and the venue will remain open until 04:30 pm. During this period, Xiao Siming and others are temporarily waiting in the reception room.

Xiao Siming glanced at the time, it was already past the meal time, they were busy moving today, they rushed here without even having lunch.

"Are you hungry?" Although he didn't ask by name, there were only three people in the room, and Xiao Siming's eyes were indeed only looking at Ruan Yang.

Ruan Yang touched his not-so-flat stomach, and just about to say that he didn't seem very hungry, when he received Wei Xuan's extremely urgent gaze on him.

Wei Xuan was mouthing frantically: "You're hungry! You're hungry!"

Ruan Yang received the signal, his expression turned serious, and he immediately said seriously: "I'm hungry."

Although he felt that it was useless to say that he was hungry, Mr. Xiao didn't look like someone who would enjoy afternoon tea.

However, after he said he was hungry, Xiao Siming got up and said, "Let's go eat something together."

Wei Xuan showed an expression that I knew.

Ruan Yang looked at his sharp side face, felt Xiao Siming's care for him, and pulled Wei Xuan's sleeve in a daze.

Wei Xuan: "?"

Ruan Yang's eyes were full of admiration and admiration: "Mr. Xiao is really a good boss who cares about his employees!"

Wei Xuan: "..." Be sober, he has double standards!

Since it is said that they are going to eat together, the three of them are dispatched together.

Coincidentally, as soon as they left the lounge, they met the old curator at the door.Hearing that they were going to eat, the old curator enthusiastically expressed that he must try their West Lake Vinegar Fish.

The museum has a dedicated tourist rest area, which is also equipped with two restaurants and a convenience store.

Because the food is delicious and the dining environment is very charming, the restaurant here has a good reputation on the Internet, and it has even become a check-in place for Internet celebrities.

Xiao Siming ordered four dishes and one soup. The portion was actually not too much, but after the dishes were served, Ruan Yang tasted them and found them to be pretty good.

He has a sweet taste in food, and he loves all sweet things, especially the West Lake vinegar fish recommended by the curator. The sauce is sweet and sour, and the fish is tender and cooked just right.

The curator smiled very complacently: "The chef of this restaurant used to be in charge of the restaurant outside the building, and the Hangzhou cuisine he cooks here is the most authentic."

Xiao Siming gave a noncommittal "hmm", and he didn't put down his chopsticks. Seeing that Ruan Yang was eating to his satisfaction, his eyes kept falling on his shiny lower lip after dipping in the sauce, thinking in his heart whether the family should also invite him to eat. A chef comes over.After all, Ruan Yang is too thin now, Xiao Siming wants to collect more food to feed him, and humans are better at studying food...

Just as he was thinking, there was an exclamation from a table next to him.

It was a young couple with a camera bag on their backs. It seemed that they were tired from shopping all morning and came here to eat something.

And the exclamation just now came from that girl's mouth.

The girl was retching, causing everyone around to look at them, and Ruan Yang couldn't help but look over curiously, thinking: Could it be that she is pregnant?

But the truth is not the case. The girl's boyfriend put his arms around her waist, pointed at the food on the table, and sounded very angry: "Where is the chef? I want to complain to you, there are bugs in your food!"

The dish he pointed at was also a West Lake vinegar fish.

A hole had just been poked open in the body of the fish, and a white, tender and plump worm came out of the hole, dancing its head vigorously in the air.

Ruan Yang looked at the dish in front of him with a dull expression: "..."

Wei Xuan's complexion was as livid as his: "..."

The two looked at each other across the table: "...vomit!"

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In the end, the chef who made this dish came out from the back kitchen and apologized sincerely. The chef paid the couple [-] yuan out of his own pocket, and the curator gave them a few more souvenirs.

The curator let out a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head, he saw Ruan Yang and others whose complexions were obviously pale.

Wei Xuan was very hungry at first, but after seeing a live worm crawling out of the belly of a fish at the table next door, not only was he no longer hungry, he even felt like vomiting.

"Curator, the food here is delicious, but the hygiene needs to be improved."

The curator knew he was wrong, and called the sad-faced head chef over, "Apologize to the guests."

"I'm really sorry, it affected everyone's appetite." The head chef is a middle-aged man in his 40s. After he learned from the curator that these chefs came to exorcise evil spirits in the exhibition area today, his tone became even more perplexed. "Actually, we have paid great attention to the sanitation of the back kitchen, but I don't know what's going on recently. The food served after repeated confirmation will still have problems in the hands of customers."

Ruan Yang was a little shocked, and at the same time his face became even more strange: "Do bugs often crawl out of the dishes?"

The head chef waved his hands again and again: "No, no, that's not true. This is the first time for reptiles. It wasn't so serious before. At most, they ate hair, nails or something..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice was, obviously he was also very guilty.

In fact, the head chef's recent distress is far more than that.

The museum is a place for the inheritance of history and culture. There is an endless stream of tourists who come here every day. Naturally, there is nothing to say about hygiene and security.

But since the opening of the new exhibition area, not only will there be abnormal noises in the newly opened exhibition area in the middle of the night, but even their back kitchen is not immune.

Several chefs reported that the dishes loaded with dishes would often fall from the center of the table and fall apart, and the wooden chopsticks that were going to be sterilized were also scattered all over the floor for no reason.

After hearing his narration, the curator's face changed: "What? Why didn't you tell me about this problem earlier? Take me to see it."

So the group went to adjust the monitoring again.

It can be seen from the monitoring that the plates and chopsticks were indeed flying out of thin air by themselves.

Surveillance did not capture a figure, but Ruan Yang somehow saw the clue.

He pointed to the right corner of the monitor and looked at everyone for verification: "Here, does it look like an angry face?"

It was a dark shadow, because of the lighting problem, it almost blended with the background, but if you say it looks like a human face, it does look like it if you look closely.

The head chef has never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods. Looking at the dark shadow that is a bit distorted but can vaguely distinguish human facial features at this moment, he also feels creepy in his heart.

Xiao Siming glanced at the time on the monitor: 11:30 in the middle of the night.

This point of time is the handover of yin and yang, the time of the day when yin qi is at its strongest and yang qi is at its weakest.

His long-lost desire for food was once again ignited in his eyes, and he spoke loudly.

"Wait until it gets dark."