Unexpectedly, one morning a month later, when everyone went to the restaurant for breakfast as usual, they found that the noodle restaurant had closed without warning.
Overnight, all those people, equipment and stoves in the store disappeared.
Not even cinders were left.
It's like the noodle shop has never appeared in this place.
At that time, everyone just felt it was a pity and didn't think much about it. But on the third day, many people discovered that without ramen, they felt like drug addicts who had lost their drugs. They felt no energy anywhere in their body.
The food I cooked was no longer tasty, so I just wanted to have a bite of ramen.
There are also people who go to other noodle restaurants to buy ramen, but the food looks the same but tastes like ramen in their mouths. It tastes completely different.
Everyone speculated that there might be something wrong with the ramen from the previous ramen restaurant, and that something should not be added to the ramen soup.
So everyone worked together to find the person in charge of the factory. When those people came to rent out the factory and open a store, there must be a name for the formalities.
If it is true that they added something to the noodle soup, they must seek justice.
The manager dug out the group's rental contract and checked it online, only to find that all the information was false.
Since the rent offered by those people was not low at that time, and one year's rent was paid in one go, the person in charge did not investigate the identity of the renter at all.
It doesn't even have a catering license, it's just a black shop.
So someone filed a complaint.
Relevant departments also took it seriously and selected a group of residents who often eat ramen from noodle shops to go to the hospital for various tests. The results were all normal. There were no drug residues in their bodies. Apart from anorexia and malnutrition, they were also in good health.
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Everyone thought about it and guessed that it wasn't the noodle shop's problem. If those people added something to the noodles, they probably didn't move out suddenly, but increased the prices like crazy. What's more, the people who live here are all people who live in the same place.
Ordinary people who have not yet reached a moderately prosperous level have nothing to covet.
So the whole fuss about settling the score with the group that originally opened the noodle shop just ended.
The key point is that even if there is a problem with the noodle shop, if you can't find the people to tell them, there is no evidence to sue them.
Everyone thought that this situation would slowly pass after a while.
However, as a month passed, the situation became more and more serious. Everyone went from anorexia at first to vomiting as soon as they saw food. In order to survive, everyone had to grind the food into a paste, wash it down with water and drink it.
But even so, there is not much food that can be taken in every day. If you feel full even a little bit, you will feel nauseous and vomiting constantly.
Those with better conditions can still go to the hospital for treatment, while those with poor conditions have no choice but to deal with it on their own.
Three months have passed, and every resident in the factory area is as skinny as a bean sprout.
What’s even more strange is that the noodle shop was originally located in District 1, but now the people who are most seriously ill are those living in District 4.
Several old people and children have starved to death.
So everyone felt that this matter might really have nothing to do with the noodle shop.
"Well, your Grandma Fu has been unable to eat anything recently. She is just hungry." At this point, Daddy Wang shook his head.
"You and Grandma Fu also went to that noodle shop to eat ramen?" I asked Dad Wang.
Apart from the strong yin energy, I didn't find anything unusual in Grandma Fu's body.
"I've eaten it!" said Daddy Wang: "Actually, I've never been a fan of pasta, and I've never been to that noodle shop before, until one day you paid grandma to eat noodles, and those people gave her an extra serving.
, I saw that she couldn’t eat two portions, and it was a pity to throw it away, so I ate it. Who knew that after one taste, I really fell in love with this bite. Like your grandma Fu, she also became a frequent visitor to the noodle shop. "
Fu Xiaohong and I looked at each other and became convinced.
There must be something wrong with that noodle shop!
"Daddy Wang, can I see your hands?" Lu Xiaohong said suddenly.
"Hey, what's wrong with that?" said Daddy Wang, extending his hand in front of Lu Xiaohong.
Daddy Wang's hands are bony and rough, the fingertips and palms are covered with calluses, some are cracked, and the joints are slightly deformed, which should be caused by long-term labor and rheumatism.
The blood vessels on the back of the hand were twisted and bulging like earthworms, and the color was blue and black.
I thought, logically speaking, people who have been hungry and malnourished for a long time should have sunken blood vessels. Even if Wang's blood vessels were obvious because he was too thin, they would not be so high.
Just as I was about to ask, Lu Xiaohong spoke before me, "Daddy Wang, what do you usually do to support yourself?"
"There are a lot of open spaces in the factory area. I opened a few plots to grow some vegetables. Although the soil is not very fertile, the growth is pretty good. I pick some seasonal vegetables every day and buy them in the market. There is no problem in feeding myself." said Wang Daddy.
"Are you living there alone?" I asked Daddy Wang, "Where is your family?"
"The old lady has been gone for a long time. I have a daughter who is working in the city and the conditions are not good. Come back and see me when you have time." Daddy Wang said and sighed: "All the children in our area can read.
Not much. At that time, I always thought I could take over a class and work in the steel factory. Unexpectedly, the factory closed down and my children’s studies were also delayed.”
As he spoke, Lu Xiaohong held Father Wang's hand and looked at it carefully, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
Finally, he pressed down on the bulging blood vessels on the back of Father Wang's hand.
"Ouch, it hurts!" Father Wang cried out in pain, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face was a little pale.
At this moment, I was surprised to find that Daddy Wang's eyes suddenly turned red.
I took out a tissue from my body, raised my hand to wipe Father Wang's sweat, and looked into his eyes carefully.
Only then did I realize that there was a thin vertical line of blood on Daddy Wang's pupils. The color was very light and could not be noticed at all if one had not looked closely.
As Lu Xiaohong let go of Daddy Wang's hand, the blood line suddenly disappeared again.
This should be a sign of being possessed by a poison.
But if it was a simple poison, how could we explain the yin energy in Daddy Wang?
I don't know much about poison poison. I have only seen some introductions in the Holy Yuan Heavenly Book, so I have no idea what kind of poison it is.
Looking back at Lu Xiaohong, he was also looking into Daddy Wang's eyes with a solemn expression.
At this moment, Lu Xiaohong's cell phone rang.
After taking the phone, Lu Xiaohong looked at me, half-smiling but not smiling: "Here to repair the door."
My face turned red and I felt a little embarrassed.
"Child, if you have anything to do, go back first. You can rest assured that Grandma Fu will have me here. I have nothing to do anyway, so I will stay here to take care of her!" Wang Daddy said hurriedly when he saw this.