What’s the scariest story you’ve ever had? – Trungo.

What’s the scariest story you’ve ever had? – Trungo.

What’s the scariest story you’ve ever had? – What?

An old woman in Beijing once said to me, “The sheep live to the east” and to a 100-year-old shop known for their meat, which means that a sheep will not be able to make a perfect “sheep” until he is sent to the table to the east. But he didn’t tell me the latter part of the saying, but it wasn’t very good.

After many years, I learned by chance that the rest of the sentence was “people die and go to live.” It’s a legend, a taboo, a weird story about lamb scavenging. It is said that this is the best lamb meat, but it is not easy to eat.

That is a corner that has been forgotten by history and that can only be reached through a special train — another that does not belong to our Beijing.

1.

It was the third year of my life in 2015, when I barely stabilized in the city, and I made some good friends who could scream out in the middle of the night.

One of the friends was a native-born Peking. Grandpa carried a gun, his father knew that he had been in the country and that his ancestors had grown up and were said to have lived in the Four-House as a child.

He’s got a little bit of “smuggling” in his bones. It’s odd that this kind of attitude is not so odious that for three years, I can drink with my heart, and in the middle of the night he’s the only one who doesn’t say “no.”

But this kind of guy can’t stand it when he plays with you. Now, for example, because of a bet, I have to fulfil one of his demands.

That’s a simple request — go eat lamb. But for me, it’s more trouble than walking around naked.

I’ve lived for over 20 years and I haven’t eaten a bite of lamb.

I was said to have been ill at birth and to have been hospitalized three times before I was under the age of five, even for my first birthday in a ward. The elders were superstitious, found a fortune teller somewhere, looked at my eight words, and finally said my last name was Yang and I was born a sheep, and I was born with sheep, and only a family who didn’t eat lamb would be able to enjoy my life.

Since that day, my grandkids have never eaten a single lamb again. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence that I’m really getting better, and I don’t even have a cold anymore.

I’m not a superstitious person, and I don’t really think it’s going to happen, but I’ve been used to not eating lamb since I was a kid, and I’ve become sensitive to the taste of goats, and if I smell one, I’m sick of vomiting, so I didn’t try it on my own, even without my parents.

Forget it, I’ll lose my bet. As soon as I bit my teeth, I took out my phone and I was going to pick up a nearby lamb butcher shop.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You leave Beijing West Station tomorrow night, take a train to Beijing East Station and get out of the car before eating lamb. He smiled and his face was covered with the words “I have a conspiracy”.

Beijing East Station? I suddenly stopped. For several years in Beijing, I have been a regular passenger at Beijing airport stations for work reasons. Beijing Nan, Beijing North and Beijing West have been on trains several times, except for the “Beijing East” station. Is there really this station?

Besides, isn’t that stupid?

In the face of my questions, he said, “That’s an old stop, before the nation was founded, and the passenger traffic stopped for years, but I heard it was back early this year. Let’s bet. Just do it! Besides, if it’s no trouble, I’ll let you go. A bet is so rare! I’m sorry.

“All right, I’ll go!” Look at the glitter face, and I bite and say.

The next night, I arrived at the familiar Beijing West Station and printed the tickets from the pick-up machine. This is a deal with the gold, the ticket and the food invoice, to be kept as proof of my gambling.

When I got the ticket, my sister, who was standing in line behind me, saw the words “Beijing West-Beijing East” on my ticket. She must think I’m an idiot. I had a red face and got down to the station.

It was unexpected that the city was still moving and that it was only 10 minutes away. When I got out of the station, I suddenly felt lost.

Where are we? Am I still in Beijing?

2.

The khaki-coloured surfaces appear to be ablaze under the street light, even to see areas where the walls fall off, and a layer of bricks on the floor. A small flat is even more so, with the gold “Beijing East Station” standing on the roof, repulsing the lights — yes, not even a light.

If it wasn’t for a head, to see a distant C.B.D. light, I thought I was going through 40 years ago. Today’s Beijing City.

The passengers were walking in the yard of the station, and their faces were overshadowed by shadows and the nightlight could not be identified. I’m used to the lightless city of night, and suddenly I feel like I’m in the middle of the night. It always gives me a feeling that it does not seem to be this time, but another forgotten corner.

I left the station in a hurry, I opened my cell phone and searched the nearby lamb butcher shop, but only a few kilometres away, most recently. It’s not like you can get a cab around here.

I hesitated, and suddenly I saw a blurry shadow standing by the flower plaster near the road. In Beijing, there are a number of remote and old restaurants that serve only neighbouring residents and are often inaccessible online, with local talent. I seem to have seen hope to accelerate my steps towards the Lord.

“My Lord, do you know where there’s a lamb-eating place nearby? “I waved and asked out loud.

He stood outside the street lights and looked out on the streets, and heard me and didn’t react. It wasn’t until I asked twice that I raised my head, and the godless eyes focused a little, and fell on me, “You’re talking to me?” I’m sorry.

“It’s so fresh, it’s just the two of us in the street. “I don’t know how to laugh.

His face was kind of a strange look and he looked around and looked like he was looking for something, and then he shook his head with disappointment: “Why isn’t there a car? I’m sorry.

“I asked you where you sell lamb. I’d like to eat some. I repeat:

But I felt clearly, in the dark, that there was a sudden loss on my body, and he murmured, “Perhaps, unfortunately…” and looked up and looked at the streets and found that there was no car in sight, which seemed to have finally accepted reality, and said to me, “Go northwest, go to the grave.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what’s wrong with him. You don’t have to do that until you get a cab. I’m a little eccentric, too, and I’m saying thank you to him, and I’m heading in his direction.

I’ve heard a lot of voices coming from behind me: “How come there’s no car and there’s no time…”

What the hell! I’ve got to get my feet off this psychotic son of a bitch.

For a while, I suddenly smelled a fragrance. A few more steps followed by the smell of the lantern’s front, which spreads to the streets, causing people to look at the shop, and the sign says three big words: “Go west.”

Hey, I couldn’t help but laugh. I don’t eat lamb meat, but I’ve heard the name of the old shop, Dong-soon. But the name “go west” isn’t very good.

Well, I don’t care about that. Let’s finish the bet. I pushed the door open and moved into the store.

3.

The noises and the pyrotechnics came in almost instantaneously, surrounded me, and dragged me in as part of the noise. There are less than 20 pyramid tables in the small shop, and he/she sits in a room full of people, and each table has a charcoal-cracker, which is eating hot.

Dude, I said there’s no one on the street.

“How many guests?” I’m sorry.

“Only me.” And I answered with consciousness.

The waiter said, “There is one.” I’m sorry.

I had to wrinkle my head off: “What are you doing here?” Why is that so weird? Is that how you call people? Is there still a dead man? I’m sorry.

It’s like he’s got a little weird in his eyes, he’s got hairy in my heart, and he’s got a little weird with that smile that’s still on his mouth. It’s even more disturbing that even another waiter, not far away, turned his head.

And that’s when there was this laughter on the side: “Ha ha ha ha ha, it’s supposed to be a liver.” You’ve come here for the first time. I’m sorry.

With that smile, the waiter suddenly became rigid again, and he bended over as if nothing had happened.

I turned my head, and there was an old man sitting at the table by the door, wearing a thick military coat, which looked like 60 years old, but was so big and so tough. He waved at me: “I eat meat here every day, or I see you for the first time.” I’ll take this one.”

And the good things? I sat down without hesitation: “My Lord, be angry! But I’ve got another offer. Can I take the invoice? I’m sorry.

The old man looked at me with surprise, and he showed his interest: “That’s a funny boy, no problem! I’m sorry.

I asked the waiter for a clean bowl of chopsticks to focus on the copper stove.

The red charcoal spreads heat in the copper urchins, boils the onions and ginger blades outside the copper urchins, and rolls on the water. I reached out with interest to the chopsticks, covered with soup, and put it in my mouth. I’m sorry.

The old man waved: “It’s only when you eat fresh lamb.” First time you ate lamb?

I noded, “I haven’t had a bite of lamb in my life.” I’m sorry.

Old man, hey, smile, “That’s a waste of life. But you’re lucky you ended up so sorry. I’m sorry.

It’s like the last meal. I didn’t mean to say it, I was just whispering.

The lamb is still not on, and the food is said to be ready. I had a chat with the old man.

The old man’s name is Fong, the great-grandfather of Beijing, has opened a commissary in the Zongwu district, and he talks about lamb scavengers. As the conversation rose, the waiter brought a nice plate of meat and put it on the table in red and white.

The old man came up with a plate of lamb: “This lamb is white, it’s white, it’s white. The flesh of the sheep, which is now a piece of meat, must be on the plate, and the meat must fall into the pot and not leave a drop of blood. After that, he slowly raised the plate vertically, and it was true that the lamb was stuck on the plate, and none fell off. He then brought the lamb down into the pot with chopsticks, and the plate was still white as if it had not been loaded.

The meat slices were ripe in the water, I was going to chop, and the old man stopped me.

“There’s a special rule here. “He looked at me and suddenly looked so quiet.

“This lamb is clean and white. And you? Are you innocent?”

4.

What do you mean?

“Who hasn’t done anything wrong in a lifetime?” In the end, there’s got to be an explanation. It’s like the lamb, clean and white, and it’s like a pot of white water. I’m sorry.

Listening to him, I got a little impatient and wrinkled, and I said, “What do you mean?” I’m sorry.

The old man pointed in a direction with chopsticks: “Look carefully. I’m sorry.

I followed his move, and suddenly I had a stabbing in front of him, and I couldn’t help but take a breath of air.

There’s a guest next door who eats goat meat in a hot and wild mood. But looking closely, it is clear that the face of the predators does not share the joy of good food, but that every entrance to the lamb shows a painful expression, as if it were not lamb, but red carbon. Because I was close, I could smell a bloodthirsty smell from the flesh. At first glance, there was blood on the back of his feet and he kept ticking.

I stood up to the urge to turn around and run away, shaking my voice and saying, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

The old man didn’t answer, but he put a chopstick in a piece, and every bite, he said something to himself.

“Seven years old, slinging a slingshot down a tree’s nest and killing three chicks. I’m sorry.

“Seven years old, cut a bike, caused the owner to fall. I’m sorry.

“Twenty-three years old, at the rally. I’m sorry.

“34 years old, stealing steel from a factory. I’m sorry.

“52 years old, hit and escaped. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

He said he was eating, and it took him a while to get the meat from the pot. And he looked up and looked at me: “These meats are mine, and they are finished. What about yours? Will your life be clean enough? I’m sorry.

The blood rushing into the nasal cavity has become more and more bloody than the table next door. I was struck by the possibility of shaking down and looking at the bottom of the table — the old man across the table hiding in the left arm under the table had already been bleeding, and the blood had disappeared for half of it, and even the bones of Senbai could be seen.

“These meats are mine. I’m sorry.

And I looked at him with no confidence, thinking of what he just said: “What the hell is this? I’m sorry.

“It’s a sin.” You have to be clean and clean before you go, don’t you? I’m sorry.

Incarnation? I got scared and stood up and even rolled the chair behind me. Looking around, the old melodramatic western home has changed.

The gruesome smell of blood is extremely stale, covering the fragrance of flesh, and the gruesome expression of pain on the face of all the food-eaters, filled with large and small wounds. A bloodlet flowed to the ground along their bodies, and a stream sprung up shallowly on the ground and dipped in my shoes.

One of the most serious predators has been paralyzed at the table, left few flesh and blood, and most of his bones have been exposed. But he still stretches out the bone of his finger and pulls a piece of meat out of the pot and stuffs it in his mouth.

“Don’t look, he won’t stop until he’s 3000.” “Who’s to blame for the sins?” I’m sorry.

Where in the West is meat scavenging? It’s clearly human torture!

A couple of waitresses came from nowhere and surrounded me. A cook in a white tatter came with a knife and looked up and down at me as if he was looking for the location of the knife.

“Boy, your turn. I’m sorry.

5.

Is today my death? I can’t help but start regretting this bet with the gold.

The cook came to me, raised his sharp knife and just cut it off, and suddenly he got stuck there and didn’t move for half a day. He showed his obfuscation, waved his knife several times, but stopped at the last minute, and his face changed, and he finally waved: “I can’t find a place to lay it down. I’m sorry.

The old man wonders, “How is it possible?” Is he not guilty? Can you be a saint?”

I’m laughing. Can’t you see what’s going on? How can I not dare to say that I have done so many things?

“There’s a possibility besides the saints…”

“You say he’s still alive?” A waiter couldn’t help but ask, “How did he get into the West?” I’m sorry.

Then he said to me, “Why did you say you never ate lamb?” I’m sorry.

Seeing that these things that are not ghosts suddenly get better and better to communicate, my heart is filled with hope, and so much has been said about Mr. Talent.

“What year is this? What year were you born? The old man asked.

“I was born in 91 and this year is 2015. I answered honestly.

“He is a sheep! He is a sheep! “The people suddenly turned and looked at me with an envious and surprising look.

A sheep walks into a lamb butcher shop and it’s almost impossible to walk out alive. But to the west, with a sheep head, it’s never lamb.

The old man came out of nowhere with his hands full of wounds and blood, and he held my sleeve tight: “Do me a favor, boy! Tell my son the money is hidden on the floor of the study…”

A couple of waitresses came and pulled the exciting old man away, one of them making a “please” gesture to me: “Come on, get out of here, this is not where you should be.” I’m sorry.

I’m still hesitant, and the man went to Renou’s. I followed them, and they looked up to me with excited eyes, and they looked like old Fong. I had a chill and pushed the door out.

In a moment, the cold wind swept over my body, and I shivered with my arms, and suddenly a flower came out of my eyes, and on my shoulder I was gently slapped.

“You’re freezing, young man. Come on in and warm up. I’m sorry.

When I look around, where’s the lamb shop? I’m still standing in front of Beijing East, behind me is a small shop, and the owner is waiting for me to come in.

6.

Beijing East Station is very old and there are no supermarkets and convenience stores around it, and this modern-day commissary is the only supply point. I thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness and walked into the door, warming me up, dispersing the cold.

Thanks for that, I bought a pack of cigarettes and a bucket of bubble noodles, to use hot water from the store to pop them up and eat them in front of the counter.

I feel like I’m alive again, thinking about the scene. Am I hallucinating? Or did I have a real nightmare? I don’t know.

“Don’t look at the poor conditions in my shop, but if it wasn’t for me, the passengers would have been unable to eat no noodles. “The owner laughed and talked to me.

As I moved, I asked, “How long have you been here?” I’m sorry.

“It’s been 20 or 30 years,” said the owner, “It used to be called the East Side Train Station. Where are you from?”

I’m embarrassed to laugh, pull out the ticket and show him. The owner of the shop was also surprised: “You’re a very interesting person. I’m sorry.

What he really wants to say is to eat and hold on. I laughed, and then I pretended, “Have you heard of the West? I’m sorry.

The face of the store owner seems to have changed, but it’s my fault that it’s just passing away. Then you have to go to the bridge. I’m sorry.

Well, it’s probably a nightmare. After I finished, I didn’t finish the bet, bought a ticket to Beijing and left.

When the tickets were checked, the station staff suddenly pointed to my arm and said, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.

I look down, and there’s a red, blue shirt on my sleeve with a red handprint! And it’s very thin, like it’s on a bone. I was thinking about the scene when Fong held me!

It’s not a nightmare. It really happened!

“Just a nosebleed…” I put a few words in my mouth, and I got into the car after the staff members got in.

I came home in shock and I didn’t sleep all night.

7.

The next morning, he came to check my bet.

I did not cooperate with him, but I took out the address the old man gave me and dragged him to ask, “Where is this place?” I’m sorry.

“Spoken Wu Zone”? It’s long gone! “You’ve only been here a few years and you don’t know, you’ve changed to East and West!” I’m sorry.

However, in the face of my repeated demands, the guacamole led me to a grocery store in the West Side.

“Well, here it is. He pointed it out.

I walked in without a word and bought a pack of cigarettes in the grocery store. The shopkeeper is a 40-year-old man with a bitter, seemingly unsatisfied eye. “What’s your name?” I’m sorry.

Fong, what’s wrong?

The answer is what I wanted, and I hesitated for a moment to leave a sentence, and I turned around and left: “If you have time, check the floor of the study.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

I’ll take a deep breath, “I’ll tell you something.”

After listening to everything I said, the golden water was silent for a moment and the way was slow: “I can’t believe it’s true I thought it was just a legend.” I’m sorry.

As soon as I’m done, I’ll react. I held him in his cuffs: “Did you do it on purpose? I almost died yesterday, you know? I’m sorry.

In the face of my anger, the Golden Water Company explained: “How do I know that this is so dangerous?” I thought it would be like letting you stay in a haunted house all night… ..and last year I bet I lost. I’m sorry.

I’m laughing, there’s nothing in the cemetery, but it’s a real ghost! But I lost most of my fire, just forcing him to say everything he knew.

“You know, my grandfather was a veteran…”

When he was young, his grandfather fought with the army, and, although he was lucky enough to be a human being, he also left behind a lot of dark wounds and old age. Five years ago, his old man finally fell asleep in bed.

In the last few months of his life, he only spoke of two things: saying he was sorry to his former comrades and saying he was going to eat another lamb. But how dare his family let him touch it? What if there’s nothing left to eat? It’s been a long time.

But one day, the old man suddenly disappeared from the ward! Where can an old man run? The family is in a hurry to find people everywhere. The old man said he wanted to eat lamb, and they spent a day at the door of Dong-soon, but nothing.

Early the following morning, the old man returned to the ward himself, walking like he wasn’t sick at all, but he didn’t mention where he was last night.

But the family knows what it’s like to be back. In a few days, he left the world. Strangely, in the last few days of his life, he stopped talking about his comrades as if guilt and indebtedness had been made up. When he left, he was filled with a full smile.

“The family never mentioned it again, deliberately ignored all the doubts, and the guacamole suffocated, “but I made up Grandpa’s belongings. You know what I found? I’m sorry.

I secretly guessed what he meant by getting tickets from Beijing West to Beijing East Station last night.

“Yes, this is it. I’m sorry.

I am silent. After last night, he must have gone west to clean himself up.

I was like, “No, I don’t care about this. I’m sorry.

I was just about to go home, and the guacamole suddenly pulled me, and his eyes were shining and he didn’t look at my eyes: “The bet is not done yet. I’m sorry.

What do you mean?

“Do you want to go west again? I’m sorry.

I grew up with surprise and looked at the water and I couldn’t believe what I heard.

8.

“My grandmother cried all day long after Grandpa died.” She had a hard-on body, but she had less than a day, and later had dementia, and was told that she was waiting for Grandpa to return. I’m sorry.

“What does this have to do with living in the West?” I don’t get it.

“When I was cleaning up my belongings, I found Grandpa’s pocket watch gone. It was a gift from Grandma when she was young. I think it fell west. I think, at least at the last moment of life, let Grandma look at that watch again and maybe she can laugh and walk. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Feb14

I hesitated, instinctively rejected going back there. But I’ve been doing this for two years.

“Please! “Didn’t you see it yesterday?” They won’t do anything to you. You’re the only one who can get in and out of there safely. I’m sorry.

I bit my teeth hard, “Okay, I’ll do it! I’m sorry.

That night, I took a taxi to the grave of the Eight King and found the street in memory. But to my surprise, there was nothing that could have happened. Where?

I looked around, but I couldn’t find a clue. I slowly expanded the scope and saw a firebasket along a familiar road.

Several men in white were surrounded by a firebath and kept stuffing something in it. Look carefully, it’s a piece of paper.

“What’s going on? I’m going to ask.

The first man looked at me and groaned: “We sacrificed our father three years ago, he had a car accident here. I’m sorry.

I looked at the scene and suddenly thought of the old man who was here yesterday…

I stunned, I looked around the bouquet and quickly left.

On the way back, I kept thinking, why did the search fail? I saw it here yesterday. Is it necessary to get on the train from Beijing West to Beijing East?

It’s early. I’ve decided to try.

9

Coming out of Beijing East Station, I had a feeling of familiarity, as if it was different from this night. This sense of stripping… yes, I’m back!

I’m going west with the excitement.

When I was passing through the corner, I saw a firebath burning far away. They’re still here?

I was thinking, “My eyes were gushing, and I saw the old man hiding in the shadows by the bouquet.” I can see him again!

The elderly look far away at the sacrifice of their loved ones and seem to be thinking of something and whispering. As I got closer, I could hear something.

“Three years… not in time… only sorry…”

When I was confused, the old man’s face suddenly turned up with excitement! It’s familiar. It’s the look on his face when he saw me yesterday!

When I didn’t hear it, the old man came out of the shadows and went behind the man who was burning.

The man fell and fell into the middle of the road, turned his face upside down, and then his eyes were soared and he looked in the direction of the old man. He saw it! Why? Why can he see it?

When I was wondering, suddenly a sharp flute came, a high-speed truck came and the driver stomped on the brakes, but finally hit a man with a hard-on!

The man’s body was hit several metres away, and he was bleeding down on the ground and he was not moving.

The old man showed some sadness in his face, but the next second was covered up with ecstasy. He smiled silently and slowly disappeared in the night.

And the next second, the shadow of the flowering jar comes out of a lost figure.

It’s that man.

He looked far away at his own body and stood there.

I’m not chilly, but if yesterday I wasn’t going to live west without a car, maybe I’d be standing next to the flower.

I sneezed, pretended I didn’t see that man, and quickly left.

10,

I saw it again.

There’s still noise in the store, and there’s food. But as I pushed into the door, almost all of them stopped at once, as if they had been pressed to a pause and turned into a sculpture, just twisting their heads and staring at me in the eye.

The waiters came around. “Why are you here again? I’m sorry.

I barely got a smile out of my face: “You guys, I’m here to find something. I’m sorry.

“What?” asked the chef.

“A watch, left by the old man. His old friend kept thinking, so I wanted to take this watch back…” I explained.

“The man you’re looking for is his last name.” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

The chef smiled, pulled a chain out of his arms, and the bottom of the chain was a faded watch: “But my old companion died years before me…”

What? And as if I had been struck by lightning, I had no idea what to say. It took me a few days to pass, and I swallowed my mouth, and my voice said, “You are the grandfather of the golden water.” I’m sorry.

And the chef realized, “Well, it was he who brought you here.. Hey, Qi Jia-chul has been rough for ages. I’m sorry.

I’ve got an unknown feeling that I’m in ice water. “You’re not a coarse man, but you’re laughing with the last hope.

The chef smiled, “What’s wrong?” I’m a cook, a lamb for life, and I’m gonna have to do this old business even if I’m going to count it up and I’m just a executioner with the yellow flag.”

I can’t believe I can’t help it. What does he want? I’m sorry.

The waiter behind him suddenly sighed: “Smug boy, there’s only one chance to leave the West to live, and you shouldn’t be back.” I’m sorry.

In the horror of my eyes, the cook came to me with a knife… He slowly raised his knife and came a little closer to me…

Then he handed me the knife.

What do you mean? I consciously took the knife, and I’m a little confused.

The cook was so excited that he took off his white cheeks and folded them on the table.

“I thought I’d be waiting a few more decades, and when the gold water was dying, he wouldn’t come in here for the second time… I didn’t think he had that. That’s my good grandson! I’m sorry.

Goldwater Second time? Did he come here? I was suddenly thinking about the first time I met with Kim Shui.

“My name is Kim Shui, the native Peking… yo, you’re from ’91? Destiny, we’re the same age. Let’s go. Let’s go.

I remember that the cook had come to the door and waved at me: “This cook is not going to be the next one.” Come on, boy.”

As he stepped out, his young face grew old, and a few steps turned into an old man, but his footsteps were moving away from one another, and he went further and further. And the rest of the waiters who went to the west watched with envy the backs of the chef who went away.

I suddenly realized what I was afraid of. I threw my knife out of my hand and ran towards the door. Surprisingly, the waiters didn’t stop me, but instead cast their mercy on me.

And for a second, when I walked through the door, I saw a flower, and I looked back, and I stood in the store again, and I had the knife in my hand, and I changed it to a white slab.

No, it’s impossible! I ran towards the door again…

Again and again, I don’t know how many times I’ve crossed the gate, but every time I go back to my shop in the west. Finally, I was exhausted and paralyzed.

Enough? The waiter looked at me, “Well, it’s time to work, the guests are waiting. I’m sorry.

An old man in a tremor came to me and slowly stretched out his arm…

I raised my knife and looked at it reflecting my face.

That piece of meat out.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.