The boss always feels that Zhao Kun is also secretly staring at him.

The look of his eyes was like a needle pricked on his face, which made him feel very painful.

I haven't started to have nothing to do so early for many years, and the boss is very uncomfortable. He is bored by swiping his phone, and the busy and panic starts to think about it when he is bored.

Zhao Kun looks so edible and is very strange all over. He has not shown any signs of injury in his neck for so long. Why did Aunt Wang repeatedly remind him not to let his son nod?

He nodded, what would happen?

The boss became more and more curious the more he thought about it. Zhao Kun was strange. After staying with him for a long time, he had no attack power. The boss became bolder and whispered: "Brother Zhao Kun, are you really injured in your neck?"

When Zhao Kun saw the boss asking about his neck, he shook his whole body and did not speak.

"You really can't nod?" Some people who are the owner of the shop are not gossipy. Seeing that they are introverted and don't like to talk, their gossip in their hearts suddenly became even higher: "Also, I think you are only in your forties and are not old. Why do you stay at home all day? It's great to go out for a walk. The air outside is so fresh, people are crowded animals, and you should get together if you have anything to do. Your mother is in her 80s, and you still have to worry about you..."

The boss became more and more excited as he spoke.

Zhao Kun suddenly stood up from the stool in a stiff posture, kept his head still, and slowly turned around, trying to leave the breakfast shop.

The boss's curiosity was not satisfied at all. The man was about to leave, and he still didn't understand why. He didn't let him ask him to nod. Just nodding, what could he do?

Curiosity prevailed, and the boss almost used up all his IQ for this life and shouted suddenly: "Zhao Kun, look at what's on the ground."

Zhao Kun subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the ground.

This look happened.

He didn't move, lowered his head, and let out a dry smile: "Boss, why do you have to lower my head?"

"Is it that interesting to let me nod?"

"You satisfy your curiosity, but do you know that you killed me. You killed me!"

Zhao Kun's voice was louder and louder than each other.

The boss was puzzled: "Your head is fine, your head is fine, it's obviously smooth. Why do I kill you, die, die, die, haha!"

The boss screamed.

He suddenly saw that Zhao Kun, who was still talking to him just now, had his hat fallen off. The most terrifying thing was that as the hat fell, a strange scene appeared on his body.

Zhao Kun's head is gone.

The man's head, together with his hat, fell to the ground and rolled on the greasy floor. After rolling for a few rounds, Zhao Kun's face turned to the ceiling.

The boss widened his eyes. With the dim light, he finally saw Zhao Kun's face clearly. This face was so terrifying. The thick black meridians were exposed to the skin, dark teeth, dark lips, and dark tongue. Zhao Kun's head fell off and he was not dead.

He was staring at the boss with his angry scarlet eyes. The unblinking look of resentment seemed to want to swallow his bones and drink his blood.

"Monster, monster!" The shop owner screamed and ran away.

The boss told the story here, but he didn't continue, but laughed.

A diner was excited and asked quickly: "Boss, why don't you talk anymore, what's next?"

"After, hehe. I still have a little doha left in the bun today."

"Grandma, let's have two more baskets of buns." The diners said very well and ordered buns to eat.

Some people also curled their lips and said sarcastically: "This story is so terrible. I can hear similar urban legends in any city."

"You must have never heard of the one behind." The boss was very satisfied when he saw that his buns were bought almost the same, and continued to speak: "What happened afterwards was beyond my expectations. Zhao Kun did not hurt me. Although he was very angry, he still left. He picked up his head that fell to the ground with his headless body, stiffly opened the rolling shutter door in the store and walked out. I have never seen him again."

"Tsk." When the diners heard that it was such a slash of endings, they booed. They all buried their heads in disappointment and prepared to finish their work as soon as possible and rush on their way.

At this moment, a diner suddenly exclaimed: "Boss, your buns are very delicious today. Which kind of pork are you using? The original local pig? No, the local pig is not as delicate as this, and the meat is particularly chewy. The more you eat it, the more you taste it."

As soon as he reminded everyone, everyone woke up. Yes, this bun is so delicious. It is fat but not greasy. The meat is very comfortable to chew, and it is very slag-fried. No wonder it ordered too much without realizing it.

The shop owner still laughed and didn't answer.

The diner said in confusion: "The price of the buns in your shop has not increased. Recently, the price of pork has exceeded the sky. Boss, can you make money like this?"

"Yes, of course, I can. The ingredients I use are not worth much." The boss turned his back and continued to make buns. Although there were fewer customers, today's business is really good.

"Hey, what's this thing?" The diner not far away from Li Yenuo suddenly bit a bite of a hard object when he was eating. He quickly took out the hard object and looked in front of him: "Hey, hey. Could this be human nails?"

The things in his hand were soaked in saliva, and they flashed with a translucent matte luster in the morning light. Judging from the appearance, they really looked like nails. Women's nails!

No, this is definitely a girl's nail. After all, there are still traces of flowers left on the nails. The diner was shocked and stood up suddenly.

His hands were shaking constantly, and a dry retardation was transmitted from feeding to his throat. He felt his stomach was very cold.

"Boss, you killed someone, you sell human meat as pork!" The diner shouted in horror: "Call the police, hurry up, everyone, call the police."

"You idiot, how could this happen?" Other diners didn't believe it.

"Look at this nail, it's obviously human." The diner vomited, and picked up his nails with chopsticks to show them to others.

Before other diners could hear a clatter, they heard a rumbling sound. At some point, the shop owner had already pulled the roller shutter door. He was holding a sharp steel hook in his hand. The steel hook was usually used to hook pork. Under the light, the hook emitted a cold and cold light.

"Haha, sorry, I forgot to slaughter the bones. It affected your dining experience. I am really embarrassed. I will slaughter some meat again next time." The boss smiled sinisterly.
Chapter completed!