At night, it's another world. www.biquge.info In a nightclub, like an isolated Taoyuan Township, a day's work, or the pressure and troubles of life, you can barter and exchange money for eliminating inner dissatisfaction here. It's just that, despite this, but, who dares to say that people who are drunk and dreaming of death here are losers in life?

Life in the world, no matter where you are, no matter what status, identity, there will always be problems that can bother you, but, maybe lucky people, this life will not meet, however, this kind of luck only exists in a very small number of people. And the vast majority of people have to face it.

Even the young and good-looking women who work here are nothing more than that, but no one expected that it was this identity that would become a talisman......

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The hungover Russ rubbed her eyes, her head felt a little pain, yawned to clear her mind, and when she opened her eyes, a crystal lamp came into her eyes.

Russ had just tried to sit up when she became dizzy and fell to the ground.

Russ took a deep breath, shook her head, scanned the environment, and found that she was actually in the living room, where she had slept on the sofa.

Looking up at the clock hanging high on the wall, it was already afternoon, and I didn't feel strange in my heart. At this point in time, normally, except for Sonia and Julia, who have not yet finished school, everyone else should be at the competition venue.

Although the official mixed match has not yet arrived, it is always a rematch, and everyone will still pay attention to it on the spot, so it is no wonder that the sound made when he fell to the ground just now did not come out to see what the situation was.

Just as he was about to get up, suddenly a voice came from the kitchen: "Awake? Here, have a cup of tea, and get you something to eat and sober up. ”

A very familiar voice, but although Russ, who was not yet fully awake, felt very familiar, he just couldn't recognize who it was.

"Come on, come on, have a cup of tea first." Just as Russ was about to ask who it was, Zuston came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea in his hand, and the rich aroma of black tea filled every corner of the house at once, making people greedy.

Russ was not polite, and just got up, slumped heavily onto the couch, and watched Zuston bring the tea.

Zuston put the teacup on the table, and Russ picked it up. Because he had drunk the wine, his mouth was dry, and Russ didn't taste it carefully, so he wanted to drink it directly, but the high temperature of the tea made Russ burn his tongue, and he saw Russ quickly stick out his tongue. Seeing this, Zuston smiled.

"By the way, what about them? You're not going to see it today? Russ blew on his tea gently, and after a few slow sips, he felt that his throat was finally not so dry, and asked Zuston.

"If you are left alone at home, I am afraid that when we come back tonight, you will tear down the house in order to find something to eat." Zuston quipped.

"How?" Russ gave Zuston a blank look, although what Zuston said was really uninteresting, but after all, it was because of his inner worry about himself, he felt warm in his heart, but Zuston's incandor also made Russ unwilling to be frank and straightforward about his inner thoughts.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about that." As he spoke, Zuston stood up with his hands firmly on his knees, "I'll go and heat up those leftovers from noon for you." ”

"Hey, wait a minute." Russ hurriedly stopped Zuston and was about to say something, but Zuston turned around and smiled and preemptively said, "What?" You're still not satisfied with the leftovers you've left? ”

"No, no, it's not like that." Russ said helplessly: "Isn't there something I can't figure out and want to ask you?" ”

"Oh?" As soon as he heard that he wanted to ask himself something, Zuston immediately became interested, and looked interested, and his eyes flashed with a strange light to look at Russ and ask, "What is it?" ”

"Don't look at me like that." Russ sighed, shook his head, and said, "It's not interesting at all...... Russ said slowly, and he slowly said the information he had asked the nightclub owner last night, he really couldn't figure out something, hoping that he could come up with some clues with Zuston's more flexible brain than his own.

After listening to what Russ said, Zuston's mood was also a little heavy, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Zuston, do you have any ideas?" After speaking, Russ took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"According to what you said, the murderer's murder methods have reached the professional level, but if it is really a professional killer, what is the holiday with those women? Or rather, who had a holiday with these women and wanted to hire a professional killer to kill them? Zuston also felt a little strange, and couldn't say why for a while.

"That's what makes people feel strange here." Russ nodded, what Zuston said, Russ knew and thought about it, but it was because of this that Russ didn't know where to start.

Zuston straightened his mind and rethought the information he had learned from Russ. Who is the murderer? What is the motivation? Why do you want to target a woman who works in a nightclub?

If it is a personal vendetta, it seems to be completely inconsistent with the style of a professional killer; If someone deliberately hired a killer to kill them, it seems a little unreasonable, what could a woman have a grudge against others for?

Suddenly, Zuston smiled bitterly, "Looks like you're going to have to go there again tonight." "There was something Zuston couldn't understand, there seemed to be a big loophole, and Zuston wanted Russ to go and ask a little more about something.

"Shall I go to the Knights of Light and ask for something, and discuss it tomorrow, shall we?" Zuston felt that what should be done now was to consider the murderer's motive for killing, or the client's motive for hiring a killer to kill, Zuston thought that it might be an emotional dispute, so he wanted Russ to go over there and inquire about the current situation of the woman who had been killed so far.

"Hmm...... Well. Russ hesitated, but he couldn't make any other suggestions, so he had to agree first.

Zuston stood up and was about to go out, when Russ hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, get me something to eat first......

"In the refrigerator, just take it out and heat it yourself." Indeed, Zuston did not want to wait any longer, did not look back, and ran to the door as he spoke, leaving Russ in a daze......