"You don't seem to have been here for a long time? It's been more than half a month! Chihu turned the dumplings on the iron plate over, took out a bottle of rice wine from under the cooking table, and slammed it on the table with a "bang", "I thought you dead girl had been secretly killed!" ”

"I'm not dead if you're dead! Bah! "Young Master, I bit off the cap of the bottle with my teeth, then spit it on the ground, and poured a big sip on the mouth of the bottle, "Anyway, is this your attitude towards your life-saving benefactor?" I also brought a gift to see you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hell, can you speak? If you can't speak, don't speak! It's really a pot that can't be opened, young master, I have been detained at home recently, except for eating and sleeping, Nima is not even allowed to go to school, almost didn't get out of Xiang, young master, I am also drunk!

"Gifts? Would you be so good as a money fan? Chihu put the cooked dumplings on a plate and slid them down the table to the guest next to him, looking at me suspiciously.

I took off the baseball cap on my head, took out a CD from it and handed it over, "Then, I see that you usually put some strange tunes in your store, young master, I am kind-hearted, and I specially gave you a plate of good songs, remember to listen to it every day in the future." ”

Red Tiger glanced at me with a strange look, tore open the packaging of the disc a few times, turned around and put it into the player, and then looked at the girls who appeared on the small screen, "This is the idol group you belong to, right?" Don't tell me you haven't shown up for so long, you're going to shoot this! ”

Young Master, I spread my hands and chuckled, and poured a large sip of rice wine, "It's a pity that there is no me here, but I promise, this song is very good!" ”

"Todayがどんな一日だったかなんて,帰り道考えるよね,悲しいことやつらいこともあるさ,楽しいことが勝ち越せばいい......" After the long prelude, the sweet voices of the girls were transmitted to the entire dumpling restaurant through the stereo, and the few guests stopped the chopsticks in their hands and listened attentively, and for a while it was so quiet that only the sound of music remained.

"Indeed...... That's right," Chihu nodded a little unwillingly, and then seemed to find a way back, "I see, it's because of you that it's so good." ”

Young Master, I rolled my eyes in disdain, and decided to spare this unnutritious topic, "Hey, do you know the Snow Death Bar?" ”

"You want to buy news?" Seeing that I hooked the corners of my lips slightly, and continued to drink silently, Chihu took off his apron and threw it aside, "Although I don't know much about that side, there is someone who should know it very well." ”

Before I could ask who the person was, Chihu had already walked to the door and started to catch up with the guests, "I'm sorry, the proprietor has something, all the fees are free today, please move first!" ”

"It's almost time for lunch, and you're not in business?" Young master, I didn't move at all, and drank the remaining half of the bottle of rice wine in a few sips.

"It's rare that you're here, just go visit him." Red Tiger walked back from the doorway, pulled out two steel pipes from under the counter, threw one of them to me, and smiled with satisfaction after holding the other and waving it himself.

"Your visit is really special!" Young master, I took the steel pipe that was thrown, sighed heavily with a speechless face, and touched the end of my nose in annoyance, "Yaya, if I get injured again, young master, I will be locked up in the wilderness and old age......"

On the dirty white roller shutter door, three crimson characters are written crookedly - Snow Death, the lower side of the font seems to be because of too much paint, and there are some traces of flowing, so that the word is like living blood, is gradually spreading downward, soaking, and under that, followed by this blood, is a simple shape, painted by pure white wine glass, only when very close, can see that it has a slight fluorescent effect, that reveals an eerie pale green, like an unsatisfied evil thought, is longing for the blood that wants to drip above.

The small corner door on one side opened slightly, and from time to time various flickers of light, mixed with harsh and noisy music, emanated from the deepest part of the hell, attracting people with the same soul to step into this strange world.

At this time, a figure appeared not far away, and as he slowly approached, his appearance, which was originally hidden in the night, was gradually revealed. He was slender and weak, wearing a long black trench coat with a high collar that hid most of his face, allowing only a peek into his short black hair and bright, languid eyes.

He walked to the door of the Snow Death Bar, tilted his head and glanced at the spray words that served as a sign, the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly, and bent down into the small corner door, "Is the theme wrong, if the Snow Death is wrong, shouldn't it be decorated with snowflakes?" ”

Walking a few meters down a gentle slope, the interior unfolded before his eyes. The space looks huge, but there aren't a lot of seats, and each set of tables and chairs is different, the only thing they have in common is that they are all worn out as if they could collapse at any moment. On the gray-white cement walls, there is a mess of graffiti mainly red, which looks chaotic, dazzling, and makes people feel impetuous. The ground was the same gray concrete floor, and graffiti that was incomprehensible. The only thing that was different from the surroundings was the overly clean red bar, and the red wooden floor next to the bar. At the back of the floor, a solid black drum kit is placed, which is clearly used as a stage.

I don't know if it's because it's still early, except for two or three staff members in the bar, there are only a few men in special attack suits, drinking beer listlessly and silently.

The man in black looked at him, stunned for a moment when he touched the people, he raised his hand and touched his nose, without hesitation, and walked to the bar without hesitation.

The bartender was a short, expressionless girl with a long single ponytail, who was wiping her glass as if no one was around, and even the man in black sat down across from her without even making her pick her eyelids.

The man in black took off his coat and threw it on the chair beside him, revealing the black cotton shirt inside, and the delicate face that was pale and bloodless, and it was only at this time that people could see that this person was her and not him.

At this time, the depressed men also noticed her presence at the same time, and the atmosphere immediately became tense, and one of the guys with a blue nose and swollen face suddenly stood up, picked up the wine bottle in his hand and was about to throw it over, but fortunately he was stopped by the people around him, so he didn't really make trouble. They discussed something in a low voice, then looked at the bartender unwillingly, glared at the man in black viciously, and then pulled the impulsive guy just now, and left the bar in a menacing manner.

"Excuse me, a bottle of beer, and two pieces of ice." With one hand on her cheek and the other arm pressed against the bar, she tilted her head to look at the bartender, her languid tone overflowing with boredom, "Oh, it's better to add three pieces of ice." ”

"Beer without ice," the bartender raised the glass to the incandescent light above the bar, swirled it around and examined it carefully, and after making sure it was spotless, he put the glass back on the hanging cup holder on his head, and then calmly looked back at the other person, suggesting in a tone that didn't fluctuate, "Maybe you can switch to vodka, in that case, add a few pieces of ice." ”

"Oh well! Double vodka, half a block of ice. The short-haired girl's body became softer and softer, and the whole person was completely paralyzed on the bar, only the lazy and bright eyes, still staring at the bartender's pupils.

"Who introduced you? Does Rin-chan know you're coming to me? The bartender's face, like a facial nerve disorder, suddenly softened, and a gentle smile even appeared at the corners of his mouth. She took the glass from under the bar, poured a glass of milk for the short-haired girl, and placed it in front of her with a gentle motion. "Minors can't drink, and you don't want your sister to be angry, do you?"

"Why don't you say that my sister told me?" The short-haired girl had a childish flat mouth, but she didn't disobey the other party, but just stretched out her left index finger and rubbed the mouth of the cup in circles, just not pouring it into her mouth.

The bartender smiled lightly and picked up a glass again to wipe it carefully.

"It came from the mouth of the boss of the gang that just left, as for what the old guy's name is......" The short-haired girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders absently, "I forgot." ”

The bartender put the glass back on the hanger, took a bottle of beer out of the bar, and sat leisurely next to the short-haired girl, following her example, leaning his arm on the bar and tilting his head to look at the short-haired girl. "Do you need me to help you look up his information?"

"Thanks, but that old fellow, there's really no need to pay attention." The short-haired girl waved her hand slightly, "I want you to help me check on the Miyamoto Group, their relationship with the Cangmu Group, and the situation of that old Miyamoto and his stupid son." ”

"The Miyamoto Group and the Sooki Group have always been in competition, but it is said that there will be a cooperation project recently, and it will be a big project." The bartender took a sip of beer and looked at the short-haired girl with a questioning face, "Why do you want to check the Miyamoto group?" Does this have anything to do with your sister? ”

"Yes," the short-haired girl leaned over with a mysterious look on her face, "That stupid son named Miyamoto is my sister's suitor, how can I do it without carefully checking him?" ”

"Miyamotoro?" The bartender blurted out without thinking, without the slightest hint of surprise on his face, but was stunned thoughtfully for a moment, and then retracted all his expressions, and hooked his thin lips with a smile, "Interfering in my sister's relationship is not what a child should do." ”

"Romance? Then my sister has to have a good impression of him! The short-haired girl gave a mocking smile, got up from her chair, picked up her coat and hung it on her outstretched forearm, and pulled out a bill and placed it next to her milk, "Anyway, I'm sorry for everything, Takamachi-san." ”

Takamachi Yu glanced at the untouched milk, chuckled and nodded, "I'm happy to serve you, let's get the news in three days!" Wakai-san. ”

"Call me Chisato! After all, you're a good friend of your sister. "Chisato Wakai's smile is sweet, and he looks at Takamachi Yu quietly." I don't know how much it will cost? I'll bring it with me next time. ”

"Forget it this time! After all, I'm your sister's best friend! Takamachi Yu responded in the other party's words, but did not mention the question of the salutation at all, "Do you need me to send you home?" ”

"No, I think I can handle it!" Chisato Wakai rejected her kindness and tapped her shoulder with curiosity on her face, "Knowing that my sister has a suitor, you don't seem to be jealous at all!" ”

"Hahaha......" Takamachi Yu smiled and shook his head, "You really misunderstood, I'm sorry for Wakai-san...... I mean, your sister, it's not like that. ”

"So you didn't like your sister!" Chisato Wakai puffed out her cheeks, tilted her head cutely, raised her arm and waved her little hand, "Then, Chisato will take his leave, Takamachi-san, we'll see you in three days!" ”

"Ahh That's right," Wakai Chisato, who took two steps, ran back again, she took out a disc from her trench coat pocket, and handed it to Takamachi Yu with respectful hands, "This is a gift for you, please put it in the bar!" Bye-bye~"

Chisato Wakai pushed open the small corner door of the bar, got out with his head down, and then looked up at the sky that was so dark that there were only lights left, and there was no trace of stars, "Didn't you like my sister?" Then, you guy is very suspicious, obviously a cold-hearted and cold-hearted dead Sanwu, but you have to pretend to be kind in front of Rin Wakai......"

There was a roar of motorcycle engines, and from the shadows around the corner, out of a group of strangely shaped men with weapons in their hands, the leader of the guy had a thick bandage on his head, and his face looked even uglier because of the hideousness and hideousness, and the wooden knife in his hand smashed hard against the wall, shouting arrogantly, "Slut! You finally dare to come out! Why wasn't that sick cat with you? ”

"Tsk! There are always some guys who don't look at the timing," Wakai Chisato frowned unhappily, grabbed the windbreaker on his forearm and threw it out, and then the person also rushed over under the cover of the windbreaker, and with a side kick with all his strength, it hit the leader's head firmly, "Don't disturb the thinking of Young Master Ben!" Chop Pieces! ”