Non-human Gene Complex

The night in the capital is still very lively, especially within the second ring road, Wangfu Street is crowded with people.

Now that we have arrived in the capital, the matter of the U disk has also come to an end, it would be too boring to hurry back.

"However, you have to taste the food."

Lan Mu walked from the street to the end of the street, all kinds of beef offal, fried belly, fried dumplings, lamb scorpions... He tried everything that looked good, but the more he ate, the hungrier he became.

In the end, he was seated at a kebab restaurant, sitting on an open-air table and preparing to fill his stomach.

He now eats more and more, and his digestive function is very strong. It takes two catties of skewers to eat to satisfy his hunger.

Another three catties of beef and mutton, and drink beer while eating.

Alone, eat with gusto.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly Lan Mu felt the phone vibrate, and took it out casually to see that it was Fang Moqi.

After he saved Fang Moqi's phone number, he never called him once, but he didn't expect him to call first.

"Hello? I'm Lan Mu."

"You were at Du's house yesterday?" Fang Moqi asked straight to the point.

"Well... aren't you there too?" Lan Mu smiled.

"I'm... Forget it, don't talk about it. Can you do me a favor?" Fang Moqi seemed depressed.

Lan Mu was naturally happy to see that he didn't mention what happened last night, and said with a smile: "Of course, we are friends."

"Let me first explain that this matter is very dangerous. I dare to ask you for help because I think you are better than me. If you don't want to go, just pretend that I didn't say it. If you are willing to help me, I am in Sheshan Royal The big villa in the garden will be given to you." Fang Moqi said seriously.

Lan Mu's eyes were fixed, and Fang Moqi said that it was very dangerous, so it was not easy.

Lan Mu thought to himself, could it be about the contained objects?

"What happened? You have helped me so much, you don't need to be so extravagant, don't I have a house to live in? What's wrong with your villa?" Lan Mu said angrily.

Fang Moqi smiled softly and said, "Okay! It's not convenient to talk on the phone, where are you? We'll go find you."

"I'm in the capital, so don't worry about it... I'll go back to Shanghai tomorrow."

Fang Moqi was stunned: "You are in the capital? Great, I am also in the capital! Where are you exactly?"

"Eh? I'm on Wangfu Street..." Lan Mu looked towards the opposite side, reading the signboard and said: "Opposite to Xianlai Noodle Shop..."

"I'll be right there!" After saying that, Fang Moqi hung up.

Lan Mu put away the phone and waited while eating.

He felt strange looking at "Xianlai Noodle House".

The noodle shop on the opposite side is different. At this point in the evening, when the night market is hot, it is closed and does not open.

This is not the most strange, what is even more strange is that there are eight people queuing at the door.

The stores are not open, what kind of queue are you queuing for?

Lan Mu was confused, and at this moment, a boy about eighteen or nineteen years old came over, walked straight to the door of the store with a bag in his hand.

"You can be considered open!"

"Yes! I'm so hungry."

"Han Yi, we have been waiting for two hours! Hurry up and serve a bowl of egg noodles!" The eight people who were waiting were full of joy.

The young man smiled slightly, opened the shop door and let everyone in.

Lan Mu secretly said: "Could it be that the noodles of this restaurant are particularly delicious? I'll try it too."

He quickly ate the skewers on the table, and after paying the bill, he walked into the noodle shop opposite.

When I went in, I found that the eight people seemed to know each other, and they were sitting together at the same table. As soon as Lan Mu entered, everyone looked at him.

"There's no room left, go out!" said a young man in a black T-shirt.

"Isn't there?" Lan Mu saw that there were four vacant tables in the noodle shop, and sat directly in front of one of them.

Unexpectedly, those eight people all sneered, and the man in the black T-shirt said with a cut.

"Hey, come here again, don't you know how to read?" After finishing speaking, he pointed to a sign at the door.

Lan Mu looked over and saw that the sign was one foot long, and it read in black on a red background: "Only eight people are entertained every day, except for those who are anorexic."

"Only entertain eight people a day?" Lan Mu was speechless, is there such a rule in this dilapidated shop?

The eight people were obviously regular customers, and the man in the black T-shirt volunteered to come to Lan Mu's table.

"Come on! Go out by yourself! Don't let me do it for you!"

Lan Mu looked at him amusedly, thinking that I'm in your way by sitting here?

"The boss of this shop said one thing, eight people, eight people, so hurry up tomorrow!"

"It's not right, the eight of us brothers will come here to eat forever, so don't come here."

Lan Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "When you open the door for business, you will occupy other people's shop?"

"Don't talk nonsense! This is not for you!"

Seeing the man in the black T-shirt stretching out his hand to pull him, Lan Mu blocked it with his left hand, quickly pinched the man's ring finger, broke it hard, and his wrist sank.

"Hey... yo yo yo..."

The fingers of the man in the black T-shirt were pulled, and he could only sink along one piece, and he fell to his knees on the ground in an instant.

Lan Mu learned this trick from the Sanda club in college before. It is really not useful in fighting, but it is still possible to bluff people.

Seeing that their companions were at a disadvantage, the other seven rushed over one after another.

"You fucking stop!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start, Lan Mu frowned. In a real fight, he might not be able to win eight, and he would definitely suffer.

At this moment, the boy from before came out with two bowls of noodles and said coldly.

"Eat or not? If you don't eat, I'll die!"

The group of people smelled the fragrance of the noodles and hurriedly drooled: "Eat, eat!"

The boy served eight bowls of noodles one by one, and the other seven people all ran to the table to eat.

The man in the black T-shirt knelt on the ground with his fingers pinched, and said angrily, "Come and help!"

The boy walked over with his brows furrowed and said, "Don't fight in the shop, fight outside."

"When you enter my shop, you must abide by my rules!"

"I set the rules, you all forgot!"

The young man said this with a cold face, and he was quite imposing. The seven people behaved well and did not dare to step forward to help.

Lan Mu smiled and let go. The man in the black T-shirt stood up holding his fingers and shouted, "Han Yi, he did something in your store! You saw it too! Fuck him to death!"

The young man looked at Lan Mu and said, "I'll treat it as if you're here for the first time, you don't know the rules..."

In the middle of the sentence, the young man suddenly reached out and grabbed Lan Mu by the collar, and the shot was so fast that Lan Mu had no time to hide.

"This restaurant does not entertain the ninth person, please!"

After speaking, he exerted force on his hands, and was about to drag Lan Mu out.

Lan Mu stood up abruptly, knocked the chair over, and reached out to grab the boy.

He is now a human body, with average strength and speed, but the boy's eyes widened and he let go of his hands and backed away.

Because of Lan Mu's instinctive glaring just now, the boy was stunned by a burst of evil spirit.

Lan Mu has killed hundreds of people without knowing it, and his temperament naturally carries a kind of murderous aura that does not dissipate. This kind of aura is mysterious and mysterious. It is not real aura, but a kind of aura. Momentum is cultivated. If you do some things too much, you will naturally develop a unique magnanimity over the years, which can basically be reflected in a look.

A high-ranking official has been in a high position all year round, so he will naturally develop the aura of a high-ranking person.

Good people do a lot of good deeds, and they will naturally have a unique affinity.

The wicked have done a lot of bad things, and just looking at others will make people think you are fierce.

As for the hunters, if the killing is excessive, there will be a kind of predator oppression, and for the weak prey, it will even frighten them to stand still and wait for death.

Living at the top of the food chain for a long time, the smiling face may not feel it, but once Lan Mu's expression becomes fierce, it will undoubtedly be a shock to those with keen perception.

The young man looked at Lan Mu solemnly, his muscles tensed, and he felt that he was being watched by a wild beast.

"If you don't eat, don't eat, and I can't force you to cook the noodles. I'll just sit down, okay?" Lan Mu said expressionlessly.

The boy couldn't figure out Lan Mu's background, but his feeling told him that this person was very dangerous, very dangerous!

After hesitating for two seconds, the boy said, "Whatever you want..."

After speaking, the boy sat on the stool at the door of the kitchen and looked at Lan Mu.

Lan Mu ignored him, put the chair away, and sat on it again.

The man in the black T-shirt was stunned for a moment. He knew that the young Han Yi not only made delicious noodles, but also had good skills. According to the rules of his shabby store, he often offended customers before, and naturally some people would make trouble, and the T-shirt man himself was one of them. The boss has no skills, so how dare he set rules indiscriminately?

The troublemakers have all been honest since they were taught a lesson by the teenager. Line up to eat noodles in a regular manner, or dare not come again.

But when it was Lan Mu's turn, why did he suddenly give up? Why make an exception? Do you still want the rules?

"Han Yi? Let's leave it at that?" The man in the black T-shirt naturally couldn't see the confrontation between the two just now. He felt that the strength and speed of Lan Mu's shots were absolutely inferior to Han Yi.

The fact is indeed the case. Lan Mu also knew that if he really fought, he would never be Han Yi's opponent without changing his body, but he killed more people than him, so he just frightened him.

Han Yi's rule was broken today, and he was upset at first, but the man in the black T-shirt dared to mention it again, which made him impatient.

"Do you want to eat? If not, get out!"

Han Yi frowned coldly, and the man in the black T-shirt thought of his previous experience of beating himself up, so he hurriedly sat down on the table to eat noodles, but looked at Lan Mu viciously.

"Damn it, you're lucky, kid! You have the guts not to come out of this door!"

"I'll make you look good when I leave the shop!"

The man in the black T-shirt didn't dare to fight in the store, so he could only save face by speaking harshly.

In the store, he was afraid that Han Yi would beat him up. But he didn't know that Han Yi didn't dare to do anything because he was afraid that Lan Mu would kill him!

Lan Mu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took out his mobile phone to check the official Weibo of the studio. It's been a month, and the studio is still unknown, and the attention is just a dozen more people.

Han Yi sat at the door of the kitchen and kept watch, his eyes fixed on Lan Mu.

He couldn't figure out the origin of this person in his heart, and his attack was weak, but his aura was overwhelming. The level of ferocity was not enough to kill a few people, at least there must be more than twenty!

Damn, this is a murder case, a major case, and an important case!

Such a master sitting in the store, playing with his mobile phone? What on earth is he going to do?