Chapter 163： How was the stone ghost noodle made?

When Wang Ling trio entered the door, the late night cafeteria owner Tan Shiming was scrubbing the dishes. A long scar on his face and this seemingly resentful expression made the boss look particularly embarrassed in the dim light.

Although it is not the time for the guests to patronize, the boss is already preparing for the pick-up at midnight ...

As for the "Old Boy" sung by Tang Youning, it was sent from an old-fashioned radio near the boss. In this era, the radio is not so popular anymore, but it cannot hold people's feelings for the radio program.

So although there are few radio programs, there are still people doing it. In this case, I have to talk about the host Zhang Zhang, who is not only a radio host, a professional in broadcasting, but also a very well-known filmmaker. I used to write my own experience as a book called "Even Really a Big Star", and then the whole book is full of various lyrics, verses, and stories ... It always makes people feel like they are showing off.

As a veteran internet writer, Dad Wang also defined the nature of this book as: Hydrology.

The altar owner was still washing the dishes. When several people entered the door, the altar owner almost conditionedly pointed at the menu on the wall and said slowly, "Inside, there are only these menus. But if you want something else, I will Make it and make it for you. "

After all, except for Wang Ling, Dior Lei and Song Qingshu are here for the first time. Song Qingshu thought about it and felt that it was not polite to ask the prisoner about the first visit without ordering anything. Big bowl of sauerkraut beef noodles. He also took the initiative to settle the account, a large bowl of 20 yuan, three large bowls of 60 yuan.

Song Qingshu threw out a hundred directly, and waved a hand with the boss of the altar to find no need ... Local tyrant, is wayward!

In fact, in the past two days, Diorui Zhenjun has been using Song Qingshu as a cash dispenser. This guy sold all his household assets that have worked in Mexianbao for many years. Now he does n’t know how to spend much money. .

"thank you."

When the boss collected the money, he finally looked up and looked forward, and found Wang Ling among the three, and his eyes suddenly changed: "Well? Aren't you the 33-seven Qi Mao creative genius?"

Wang Ling: "..."

The boss of the altar still has the impression of Wang Ling. After all, he has witnessed the man who has been selling the "Old Boy" now spreading across the country's rivers and rivers. Such a red song, with its lyrics, sold 33 pieces of Qi Mao ... Money.

"Boss, do you know my brother?" Dilei Zhenjun asked, looking at the boss.

"He and his father had ordered beef noodles in my shop before ..." the owner replied.

Di Lei Zhenjun was shocked. It turned out that Senior Wang had also come to this shop! It seems this shop must not be simple!

"... You have heard this" Old Boy "?"

The owner of the altar then thought about it and simply told the story about the song "Old Boy" ...

Dior Lei Jun and Song Qingshu were shocked.

"Ling, will you still write songs?"

Wang Ling nodded expressionlessly and shamelessly: "..." Because from a theoretical point of view, he is just a porter of songs.

When referring to "Old Boy", the expression of the grievance of the altar boss is even deeper: "Before, Xiao Tang had been coming to my shop when he was out of the fire. I lived in Songhai City for a while and supported me. ... it's been a long time since the fire broke out ... "

Speaking of this, the boss of the altar smiled bitterly: "I was still expecting him to buy me some business."

"This is a mess!" Di Lei Zhenjun shook his head.

The original boss was still depressed about this matter, but now I find someone to speak out and feel relieved. Looking at his predecessor, he said, "Speaking of you, is it okay for you to come to me at this point?"

Closer to home, the boss of the altar is not a fool. His shop was very clear. Generally, it only started operating at 12 o'clock in the evening. The three people came to find themselves at 7 or 8 o'clock. They also asked for three bowls of beef noodles at a stretch ... The key is to give a tip. Most of the things here are impermanence!

The owner of the altar has seen more people these years, and what the customers in the shop are thinking, sometimes they can guess by looking at the eyes.

Fortunately, the boss of the altar was a straightforward person. This attitude made Di Lei Zhenjun feel very relieved. He was not concealing it. He had a flash of light in his hand and took out a pre-prepared picture of the stone ghost face. Something? "

The boss of the altar stared at this pictorial book with his chin, his eyes gradually became serious, and then stared at Di Lei Zhenjun, asking with some excitement: "Where did you find this mask?"

The altar boss said this, and the stones in the hearts of several people in the field immediately fell more than half-Sure enough, the altar owner of this broken restaurant has a connection with Shi Guimen!

Di Lei Zhenjun answered truthfully: "The pair we have now is made by my brother to spend five dollars on a certain treasure, and it is also free shipping."

Altar boss: "..."

"Boss altar, if you know the detailed information of this mask. Please tell us truthfully, as far as we know, there should be two pairs of stone ghost faces, this is a twin magic weapon. And now someone is trying to use these two masks. Do evil ... "said Di Lei Zhenjun, and he stepped forward and held the hand of the boss of the altar tightly:" The boss of the altar, can you save the world? It's up to you! "

"..."

The owner of the altar stared at the Illustrated Book for a while, then shook his head and replied, "Although I was surprised, how did you find me? But I still regret to tell you that these two masks are not the only ones. The maker ... This was pinched with the mud in the community with the little girl who led the house when I was a kid. "

Di Lei Zhenjun: "... in the mud? But there are too early mysterious crystals in this mask ... this is the hardest metal in the universe!"

The owner of the altar carefully thought about ~ www.novelhall.com ~ and said immediately: "Oh, some black crystals were indeed found in the mud at that time, and we just squeezed them in."

Di Lei Zhenjun, Song Qingshu, Wang Ling: "..."

There was a moment of silence in the scene.

Di Lei Zhenjun took a deep breath: "So boss, aren't you a refiner?"

The owner of the altar shrugged: "I never said I was ... the mask was pinched by the girl, I just cooperated with her to make it. In the end, it was the dry mud she baked."

Dilei Zhenjun: "Then ... the contact information of the little girl playing with mud, is there any altar boss?"

The owner of the altar: "It's been so many years and I haven't contacted. But the girl's name, I remember. Maybe you can investigate this clue."

Dilei Zhenjun: "What's her name?"

Altar boss: "Son son."

Wang Ling: "..."