Chapter 1798: Weird bills

Compared to being able to make so much money, he can afford such a little risk.
The sun was very bright today. It was not long before I woke up. Yang Yunfeng touched his empty stomach and decided to treat myself to a treat.
After walking along the road for a while, he found a nice western restaurant. After a while, he walked in.
At this time there were not many people in the shop, but this was also expected by Yang Yunfeng.
Yang Yunfeng always likes to stagger meals to eat, so that there will not be too many people in the restaurant.
Just found a seat and sat down, he beckoned, and the waiter came to him.
Before he waited for the waiter to speak, he said directly: "Give me some signature dishes directly, and open a better bottle of red wine for me."
The waiter nodded and nodded. Turned away, such a guest, although rare, is not without. Waiters are already used to it.
The boring Yang Yunfeng took out his phone and started playing the game.
After a long time, he played several games, but still did not see the waiter serving. Suddenly annoyed in my heart, he began to shout loudly: "What the are you doing, why haven't you served food until now?"
After he shouted, he raised his head and looked around, and felt something was wrong.
Although there is no meal yet, this place should not be deserted to this level, and even the waiter is gone.
Even a fool knows that something must be wrong now.
Although Yang Yunfeng has not yet figured out what is going on, he still stands up straight. Looking at the sunlight outside the window, it was still very bright. The uneasiness in his heart was only slightly better. He moved his footsteps. When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Mr."
He turned his head subconsciously and a young man dressed as a waiter came over with a smile on the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "Sir, hello, this is your bill."
Yang Yunfeng, who was still a little calm and calm, was furious immediately. He didn't come up for so long after ordering something. He didn't have trouble with the other party. It was already very good.
As a result, I didn't expect that he hadn't eaten anything yet, and the other party dared to ask him to check out! Really think he came here alone, so he is bullying?
"I'm going to your uncle, are you still kind enough to let me checkout? What about your manager? Let him come! I really have to find him to talk about, who is the problem."
The waiter still had a smile on his face, and said lightly: "Our manager is not here, and the bill does not need to be sir. You just want you to see if these are what you ordered."
Hearing the waiter's words, Yang Yunfeng's anger was only going down a little bit, but he was still a bit puzzled, not knowing what medicine was sold in the waiter's gourd.
He took the bill from the waiter and looked down, his face suddenly pale.
It is not something he ordered, but all the crimes about him, all written clearly.
When he looked up again, there was no waiter in front of him. What appeared before him was only a black invitation letter.
The death notice floating in front of him caused Yang Yunfeng's tense nerve to break directly.
He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't shout anything.
The inner panic made him almost mad.
"Snapped……"
The death notice has lost its power, and the sound of falling on the ground is particularly clear in this extremely quiet western restaurant.
Yang Yunfeng finally reacted at this time. He hurriedly turned around and rushed out of the restaurant.
There was a lot of people on the side of the road, and Yang Yunfeng didn't have much time to think about it, so it was mixed into the people. The hustle and bustle around him gave him a little peace of mind, but his heart is still very flustered. I
His lips were trembling, even in the flow of people, it was a kind of relatively dazzling. After a while, he gradually calmed down.
Looking around as if nothing had happened. He could not see any signs of danger, only to see the death notice before long as if it was a joke.
"What the is going on? Is it really just a joke? But now there are people who dare to joke about death notices?"
Yang Yunfeng meditated in his heart, "Well, it must be a joke. I have never killed anyone, and how could it be targeted by death judges."
Thinking this way, he didn't notice that a car on the road at this time suddenly rushed towards him as if he was out of control.
The strange thing is such an exaggerated scene, it seems that the people around have not seen it.
Yang Yunfeng didn't notice until the car arrived in front of him. But this time he was too late to do anything, so he could only watch him hit by a car.
Before losing consciousness, a strange thought appeared in his mind: "It turns out that the death notice is not a joke."
After hitting Yang Yunfeng, the car disappeared on the street. As if never appeared.
As soon as the picture turned, an airtight room appeared in the picture. If it weren't for the candles that gleamed in the corners, I would probably have missed my fingers.
The room was very empty, except for a simple iron frame bed and white quilt guarding the bed, there was only a dilapidated desk.
On the desk are several English books and a stainless steel water cup that has been covered with dust, which looks like something that would only exist in the last century.
Yang Yunfeng lay on the wet ground, and the cold ground caused him to have all those goose bumps all over his body. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.
At this time, the death broadcast room of Douyu Live was opened again, and when the screen was slightly lit, a few lines of subtitles had appeared on the screen:
Yang Yunfeng, male, 31 years old, occupation: unemployed.
Crime: Using various means on the Internet to trick people into interviews, and finally through their associates, indirectly killed 37 people and obtained illegal funds of 9.3 million...
By the time the picture turned on completely, Yang Yunfeng had crawled up from the ground.
He felt so much pain all over his body now, as if falling apart.
"What is this place?"..
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