I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 339 Human Flesh Noodle Shop_1

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 Human Flesh Noodle Shop_1

"Hmm?"

"Liang Ping’s body has just been found in a van, chopped into more than ten pieces. His death was a horrific sight."

Frowing, you immediately asked, "Where is Cen Jinghua?"

"According to the information I’ve received, he boarded a private plane back to Yenjing an hour ago," Zong Wangyue continued. "Boss, it must be that Liang Ping’s secret technique was deciphered, and enraged, Cen Jinghua minced Liang Ping."

"Yes, that seems likely. But there’s one thing I don’t understand. If Cen Jinghua cracked Liang Ping’s secret technique, and now all the major websites have a video of Cen Jinghua and Liang Ping’s passionate hour, given his character, he should have sought revenge against me instantly. Returning to Yenjing so meekly doesn’t fit the style of these pampered young masters, does it?"

"He’s not unwilling, but afraid," Xi Yu, standing beside Wu Qiyi, said. "The Cen Family has some influence in Yenjing, and even in the Eastern Capital, but compared to Luanfeng Pavilion, the Cen Family falls short. Besides, in this matter, the Cen Family is in the wrong. If Miss seeks accountability, I’m afraid the head of the Cen Family would have to come and apologize in person."

"I see."

You nodded.

"Boss, Qiu Ju brought up something to me."

"What?"

"She said that not long ago, Cen Jinghua sent a woman to infiltrate our circle. This woman would act as Cen Jinghua’s inside agent and also sabotage your relationship with your sister-in-law."

"Among us? An inside agent?" You stroked your chin thoughtfully, frowning, "There hasn’t been an extra girl joining us in the past few days, has there? When exactly was this?"

"Before we attended Wu Chao’s wedding."

"That makes it even less likely. Have you asked Little Kai and the others?"

"Asked them, they all say no. What’s stranger is, Qiu Ju and Dongxue unmistakably saw that girl, but they just can’t recall her face. Moreover, they said they were less than three or four meters away from the girl then. They clearly saw her face, but can not recall any impression of it. According to Cen Jinghua, that girl is a top-quality creation painstakingly cultivated by Cen Jinghua’s mother, originally intended as a backup for bearing Cen Jinghua’s offspring."

"Are there any distinctive features, like height or size?"

"The height should be about the same as your sister-in-law’s, as for size, they didn’t dare to look too closely then."

"Hmm, I understand. I guess that person was just observing us from a distance, ready to relay our information to Cen Jinghua at a moment’s notice. It looks like this Cen Jinghua hasn’t learned his lesson yet," you said with a slight upturn of the mouth, revealing a hint of a wicked smile, "but this makes things more interesting."

Three days later, in the Old City of Yuhang, a Volkswagen POLO stopped in the parking space in front of Laoyang Mutton Restaurant.

Zhang Zifeng set the parking brake and asked Sun Mingyu in the passenger seat, "Mingyu, after looking into the case for so long, you must be hungry, right?"

Sun Mingyu smiled, "I’m alright. I had sticky rice for breakfast; it’s quite filling. This case is so bizarre, we’ve been searching but haven’t found the body—it’s been three days now. I want to go through the clues we’ve gathered over these days to see if we can find a breakthrough."

"Brother Feng, if Mingyu isn’t eating, let’s leave him and go eat. Laoyang Mutton Restaurant has been in business for over twenty years. Their flavor has always been consistent, and if it weren’t for the fact that it’s not mealtime yet, we probably would have had to queue for over an hour just to get in."

"Exactly, I could smell Laoyang’s mutton from afar."

Zhang Zifeng patted Sun Mingyu on the shoulder, laughing, "Alright then, you take your time thinking in the car, the three of us need to get some piping hot mutton."

"Laoyang, give me a bowl of mutton noodle soup."

"I want mutton Meat and Bread Soup."

Zhang Zifeng thought for a moment and said, "I’ll have the mutton noodle soup as well."

"Alright, just a moment!"

The three men sat down, and watching Laoyang busy himself alone, a detective said to Zhang Zifeng, "Laoyang is an honest and down-to-earth man. He’s had this shop for more than twenty years and has never even updated the sign, but he’s now serving the third generation of customers. That really proves how delicious his mutton is."

Soon, the food that Zhang Zifeng and the other two ordered arrived. Zhang Zifeng looked down and exclaimed, "Wow! Old Yang is really enthusiastic! What is this, a bowl? It’s practically a small washbasin, and the noodles in this bowl don’t look like much, but the meat must make up at least half of it!"

Zhang Zifeng bent his head down to take a whiff, and it was fragrant, the aroma was overflowing!

Then, he pulled out a pair of black-brown wooden chopsticks from the chopstick basket that had been in use for over twenty years, and picked up a piece of mutton from the bowl and put it in his mouth.

Um~~

Fresh!

So fresh!

Zhang Zifeng couldn’t help but turn to Old Yang, who was still busy, and asked, "Old Yang, how is this mutton prepared? It tastes different from other places."

While speaking, the three people including Zhang Zifeng had already begun to eat heartily.

Old Yang came over with a smile and said, "This is my specialty, honed over more than twenty years. Both the ingredients and the preparation are extremely meticulous. Officers, is it to your liking?"

"Mhm, mhm! Delicious, it’s really delicious!"

Perhaps because their stomachs were so hungry, Zhang Zifeng and his companions ate with great gusto.

However, when they were halfway through their meal, they suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

Old Yang’s face remained smiling, but his once simple smile seemed to have taken on a sinister twist in the eyes of the three officers: "Gentlemen, I’ve heard there was a murder and a body dumping case near the old church. It’s been quite a few days, how come it hasn’t been solved yet?"

One of Zhang Zifeng’s colleagues responded, "It’s not that simple. The criminal is clearly a repeat offender, very ruthless."

Old Yang nodded and continued to ask, "Has the body been found yet?"

"What’s it to you?" Zhang Zifeng felt his head growing heavier, struggling to keep awake.

"You surely haven’t found the body yet, have you? Hehehe."

The three looked at each other and then simultaneously laid down their chopsticks and looked at Old Yang.

But the smile on Old Yang’s face became more and more distorted: "Of course, you haven’t found it, hehehe."

"You..." Zhang Zifeng suddenly stood up, but then slumped back down, his face ashen.

"Tastes good, doesn’t it?"

"Bleh!"

All three’s eyes widened as they leaned to the side and started throwing up violently.

At that moment, Old Yang took out a butcher knife from behind his back and savagely chopped at Zhang Zifeng, who was slumped over the edge of the table!

"Mmm!"

Sun Mingyu suddenly woke up with a start!

He hurriedly pushed open the car door and shouted at Laoyang Mutton Restaurant, "Stop!"

Meanwhile, Zhang Zifeng and the other two, who had been eating happily, turned their heads in surprise.

Sun Mingyu, seeing the three and Old Yang cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife, was momentarily confused. Afterward, he scratched his head and, with a smile, said to the three, "Sorry about that, I just had a nightmare and was a bit out of it."

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