Mo Shiwu's Dumpling Restaurant

Mo Shiwu loaded up eight servings of dumplings and set off on the road. On the way, he began to wonder why he was still wandering on the road in the middle of the night.

The electric car under his ass was bought last summer, and the delivery started from that time.

Fortunately, since the delivery business started, only a dozen or so orders have been placed in total.There is no other reason, because the publicity work is not in place, and only those repeat customers know that their home has delivery.

The delivery card was handwritten by Mo Shiwu himself, and the characters on it were the same as the words on the signboard at the entrance of their store. They all wanted to jump up immediately and run galloping for a hundred thousand miles.

It is actually very difficult to read these words. Apart from the variety and price of dumplings, the only thing that can be barely recognized on the palm-sized card is the phone number at the bottom.

The original intention of Mo Shiwu to write these cards was to take care of those regular customers. They all knew the menu well.If this card is dropped elsewhere, there is a high probability that it will be thrown away by others as waste paper.

Therefore, when Mo Shiwu received this big business, he woke up from the surprise after a while, and very embarrassed asked the person on the other end of the phone to report the required types again.

Ten Mile Street is now desolate, but it is a precious place.How many people have worked hard for several lifetimes but never encountered a good thing. This land is included in the plan, and it is only one road away from the new city center that has been gradually completed in the past two years. Demolition is also a matter of time.

It's just that this road is too wide, with eight lanes in both directions.It was only opened to traffic last month, and the street lights on both sides are not yet in place. If you don't get a closer look at night, you think this is a large wasteland with no edges to see.

Mo Shiwu was riding his electric bicycle, holding the handlebar with one hand, and hiding the other hand in his pocket, unwilling to take it out.

"Ahhh...it's so cold." The rain in the morning was decent, but now the ground is still drenched with water, and when the wind blows, Mo Shiwu couldn't help shivering. The neck shrunk down again.

Mo Shiwu slowed down the speed of the car a little, trying to slow down the impact of the cold wind.But after a while, he stepped on the gas again: "It's more uncomfortable with a blunt knife, it's better to have a good one!"

Mo Shiwu was gliding at high speed on the deserted road in the middle of the night, before sprinting for half a minute, a startled scream made Mo Shiwu hurriedly brake.

"Hey, hello..." Someone seemed to have fallen in front of him.

Mo Shiwu yelled in his heart that it was not good: Could it be that he is from Pengci!

"I said, young man, why don't you look at the road? Why are you driving so fast at night!" Taking advantage of the light of the headlights, Mo Shiwu saw the woman in front standing up staggeringly on the ground: "That's right. I stopped it, if you go any further, the group of people in front will have to be hit by him!"

Mo Shiwu got out of the car and hurried forward to help the woman: "Elder Sister, are you alright?"

Following the direction of the woman's finger, Mo Shiwu really saw a lot of people around there.

This is the edge of the green belt where the young seedlings have just been planted. Those people don't know what new things they saw, and they don't care about the 'grass hurts'. People crowded forward, eager to climb up to the people in front Stepping on his shoulders to see what's going on in the crowd.

"It's all right, I'm wearing gloves." The woman had a good temper, patted her body casually, and explained to Mo Shiwu in a bit of a word: "Hey, don't mention it! I was sleeping well at home, and I heard a bang. Muffled sound, my guy ran out in a panic and never went back, I waited anxiously at home, so I came out to have a look."

"Oh……"

Mo Shiwu responded, and his hands left the woman's arms: "Then sister-in-law, you are busy, I have to deliver food now, so I will go first."

The woman waved her hands, intending to stop Mo Shiwu from going there with her.

It's not that she wants to drag Mo Shiwu to watch the fun together, it's because she is afraid.

The muffled sound heard by the woman in her deep sleep was actually mixed with other sounds: such as the rapid braking sound...

She expected in her heart that nine times out of ten there was a car accident, either the car hit a tree, or the car hit a person.She prayed that she would not hit someone to death, but she came here tremblingly, and listened outside for a long time, the more she listened, the more she felt that someone was really dead inside.

She guessed right...

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Mo Shiwu increased his speed to the maximum.On the shortest distance to the destination, there is now a bloody corpse lying on the ground. Mo Shiwu has no choice but to hide and take a longer road.

He knew that someone was dead in front of him almost as soon as his feet touched the ground. He could even vaguely sense the posture of the person when he died, the residual temperature on his body, how much blood was shed, how big the blood spread, and how much blood had penetrated. How deep is the depth to the ground.

He tried his best to blur the perception in his mind, and impatiently pulled out his other hand to caress the handlebar, accelerating with all his strength, just wanting to send the dumplings over quickly, and then go home.

The ability to perceive death, this "skill" that Mo Shiwu was born with, is not a gift from heaven, but a curse from evil spirits.

Going back from Mo Shiwu, there are four executioners who can be counted by the ancestors, and they are all quite famous. Each of them cut off more than a hundred heads.

A line of work has its own rules. Although executioners are a profession that is looked down upon by others, there are also a few rules. One of them is: kill no more than a hundred people.

But Mo Fifteenth Ancestors are worthy of being blood relatives. They want to be together. In order to make more money, they blindly 'go forward' and directly regard the rules that do not exceed a hundred as fart.

They were happy to get the money, but the younger generations who barely survived suffered a lot.

Those grandparents who had cut off hundreds of heads were haunted by nightmares all day long, and none of them lived long.Their descendants no longer engage in the business of killing and beheading, but still cannot escape the shadow of death.

Being able to feel death is like watching them die slowly.Just like watching the criminal's head fall to the ground when he beheaded, blood spurted out, and then he died in front of him.

As long as the death incidents happened around them, they could be felt within a radius of ten miles at first, and then gradually weakened.

When Mo Shiwu came here, he had to be within 20 meters to perceive it.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time...

The first time was when he didn't remember anything, it seemed that he was hugged and bid farewell to his dying mother.

He couldn't remember the scene clearly, but it was so cold that it made him shiver, and he even forgot the sadness. The feeling of suffocation that swept him into the boundless cold darkness for an instant was unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The second time was when he sent his father, who died at the age of 39, away. Unexpectedly, it was not as uncomfortable as he expected.At that time, he was still secretly pleased, thinking that he had grown up and was able to resist that feeling, but it turned out that he was still too young.

Ten minutes later, Mo Shiwu slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of a small pink building.

This is a confinement club, which was completed earlier than the city center, and it is also because the environment here is good and quiet.But now that the city government, hospitals, schools, etc. have moved here, there are more and more people, especially the school that just started in February, where the children are chattering and making noise all day long.

However, the business of the Yuezi Club has not been affected too much. Their reputation has been very good a few years ago. In the past two years, they have slowly moved to the high end, and their service standards have been continuously improved. They seem to be a leader in the industry.

With fame and service, there are naturally many people who come here.

For such a confinement club, security measures must be equipped at a high level.Different from general women's and children's hospitals, the security personnel here are not 50-25-year-old people, but [-]-year-old boys, all of them are very energetic.

The small building at the door is actually the guard room.The second floor is the office area of ​​their security department, and the windows on the first floor are open for registration.

Mo Shiwu stood at the door and knocked on the window with eight heavy dumplings in his hand.Soon, the person sitting behind the window opened the window.

"Hello, is this Mr. Bai? Here are the eight dumplings you ordered." Mo Shiwu tried his best to lift up the dumplings in his hand, "Please check."

"Team Bai, the dumplings are here." The man didn't answer Mo Shiwu, turned his chair around, and shouted behind him.

"Well, let's put it there, I'll pack it up and send it to them."

Mo Shiwu only heard voices, and saw a solid and broad back through the window.The man seemed to be putting on a coat, and then bent over to arrange something.

"That..." Mo Shiwu handed over the dumplings to the hands sticking out from the window, and after a pause, he said, "Please settle the bill."

Most of Mo Shiwu's food deliveries are for elderly customers. Usually, the dumplings are delivered before they are charged.Because there are a few elderly people who don't know how to transfer money by mobile phone and only give cash.

He was used to this kind of operation, so when he answered the phone tonight, he only asked what dumplings he wanted, and didn't mention money.I remembered it now, but somehow it was a little fuzzy.

Mo Shiwu pinched the palms of his hands, secretly disgusting himself for not living up to expectations: I am so guilty, I should be asking for money in the first place!

"Sorry, I forgot."

Mo Shiwu managed to muster up his courage, and when he raised his head to meet Bai Yan who was leaning over, he suddenly lost consciousness again.

With thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, he suddenly appeared in front of Mo Shiwu, occupying his entire sight.

"Um...that..."

Probably this person's sense of existence is too strong, most of Mo Shiwu's thinking is occupied, and the barely existing half drives him to stretch out his index finger, and then pokes it on the tip of Bai Yan's chin with stubble.

"Don't get so close, I've caught a cold..." After poking it, he thought it made sense and explained, pulling the mask up a little more.

Bai Yan didn't go back for three days in a row, and he was really tired right now.Mo Shiwu's light poke on the nerves that were originally braced, actually relaxed a lot.

"Excuse me, how much are these in total?" Bai Yan took out his mobile phone and wanted to transfer the money, but he didn't have Mo Shiwu's account at all, "Please give me an account, and I will transfer the money to you."

Mo Shiwu didn't move.

Bai Yan was puzzled: "Is... accepting cash?"

Mo Shiwu still didn't move.

"Hey," Bai Yan waved his hand in front of Mo Shiwu: "Are you okay?"

"Ah!" Mo Shiwu seemed to be waking up from a dream, "It's okay, it's okay! The dumplings are 130 yuan in total, just scan the QR code to pay."

Mo Shiwu called out the payment code and held it in front of Bai Yan.

The guard room is much taller than the outside, and Bai Yan is nearly 1.9 meters tall.Mo Shiwu, who is barely 1.8 meters tall and still has a cold, has a bit of difficulty holding his mobile phone.

His hand kept shaking, and Bai Yan failed to sweep it several times.Bai Yan frowned slightly, and grabbed Mo Shiwu's wrist.

With a beep, the QR code was scanned successfully, and Bai Yan transferred the money with one hand.Mo Shiwu wondered why he still didn't let go of his hand, the phone vibrated, and he received the money.

"I said, are you feeling unwell?"