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"Click, click, click."

"Don't! Help me! In the dark cemetery, the woman screamed desperately, her face panicked. She stumbled and ran, turning her head from time to time, as if trying to shake off the horror behind her.

"Click, click, click."

Eventually, the woman was so exhausted that she tripped over a stone on the ground and fell to the ground. Not far away, a ghost figure was approaching.

"Click, click, click."

Seeing the ghost shadow approaching, the woman finally couldn't bear the horror and screamed again: "Ah! ”

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......" was accompanied by a scream, and another rapid sound sounded.

Wheat put down the dried sweet potato in his hand, turned to the side, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She replied casually.

In the living room, ghost movies are being shown on the TV, accompanied by terrifying music, and screams are heard one after another.

"Is it wheat?" On the other end of the phone, it was a male voice.

Wheat responded, "Well, it's me." ”

"Wheat, I'm Mizuki, is there anyone in the mansion now?" Mizuki asked on the phone.

Wheat looked around, and then replied, "It seems that I am the only one, and I don't see anyone else." ”

Store manager Situ went on a business trip this week and went to other cities. As a result, the rebar's business hours have been slightly adjusted, and it will be closed on Saturday to Monday to Friday, and will resume normal the following week.

Because of this, Wheat has time to watch TV on Saturday nights, and by the way, he fried himself some dried sweet potatoes.

The one surnamed Gong seems to have been caught by the school basketball team for special training, and Mr. Mizuki is working at the fairypub, as for Mr. Tian Ye, he has always been a dragon and his whereabouts are unknown. According to this, she is really the only one in the mansion at present.

"Nobody? Can you please bring me a document on the table? I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot to take it, and now I'm waiting to use it. Mizuki said on the other end of the phone.

After hearing this, Mai's eyes looked at the table in the living room, and there was indeed a document on it.

"Is it the one in the bag? Is that the one on the living room table? Wheat asked confirmatively.

"Well, that's the document, I'm sorry for you." Mizuki responded.

"Okay, I got it." Wheat agreed, and hung up.

Really, since it is a document to be used, it should be checked before going out. If she's not at home, won't he have to come back and get it himself? Wheat shook his head, fortunately, Mr. Mizuki is not the type to lose everything, I guess he was really negligent today.

Speaking of which, as the person in charge of Fairypub, Mizuki should be as busy as the store manager, and he has a lot of things to do on weekdays. However, as the manager of Rebar, Situ usually leaves some odd things to Mr. Tony, the foreman. In comparison, Mr. Mizuki may be a bit busier.

Fairypub, wheat doesn't know much about it. It should be said that she didn't do much research on places like bars. After all, she was only a minor, and she couldn't just enter that kind of adult place.

However, although he didn't know much about it, Wheat still knew its location and had overheard Mizuki mention it before. When you get to the neighborhood, just ask someone about it.

I took the subway all the way to a nearby platform, and Wheat came to the nearby street. It's getting late, and it's not a downtown area, but there are still a lot of pedestrians on the road.

Wheat inquired along the road and walked towards the fairypub. It seems that this bar is not located in a lively neighborhood, and as you walk along, the streets are gradually less crowded and the lights are gradually dimmed.

Further on, there will be a street light every short distance. But in this dark night, the light of the street lamp is so insignificant.

Wheat took the document and walked forward according to the instructions of the passer-by just now. The further you go, the quieter the road becomes. After walking like this for a while, she finally saw the sign of the pub.

The wooden signboard has the word fairypub written on it, and the font is smooth and elegant. The perimeter of the signboard is inlaid with a beautiful iron pattern, which has a classical atmosphere. The entire perimeter of the signboard is also wrapped with green vines, which are as agile as a goblin.

Looking at this sign, Wheat immediately thought of the word "goblin", as if it were those elf huts inhabited in a medieval forest surrounded by jungle. Just looking at this signboard, I feel that it fits the artistic conception of "fairy" very well.

The uniqueness of this pub is not only because of the ingenuity of the sign, but also because of the architectural structure inside.

This pub is not located above ground, but underground. As soon as you enter the wooden lattice door outside, you can see a wooden staircase leading to the ground. And the real pub, is there.

Wheat pushed open the wooden lattice door, and a soft glow could be seen coming from the end of the staircase. Walking all the way down the stairs, pushing open the half-free shutter door at the end, the soft yellow light immediately came into view.

Not far from the shutter door, a small arched iron openwork door is placed, which is also entwined with green vines. On each side of the door, there is a small flower stand with some lovely potted flowers on it. On the whole, it looks a little like a wedding flower door, but it looks more fresh and natural.

Anyone who pushes open the shutter door must first walk through this delicate green door. There was a small wooden sign on the door with the words "fairypub" written on it, and it was like a fairy.

Passing through the archway, you can see a wooden bar with hanging glasses hanging above it. Behind the bar is a row of wine cabinets with a wooden keg next to it. Of course, there are also small wine cellars for expensive wines that require special care. However, compared to the larger wineries, the scale is definitely much smaller.

The comfortable leather sofa and wooden table, separated by a half-height wooden railing, look very simple and elegant. Old photographs hang on the walls, showing a strong nostalgic atmosphere. A large light brown wooden clock sits in a corner of the house, and a quaint atmosphere greets you.

The whole tone here is soft and slow, and the lighting is a soft yellow. Just looking at the layout inside, Wheat feels like it has come to the Middle Ages, full of antiquity and elegance. Unlike the trendy bars that are popular today, this place is not noisy at all, and the customers are mostly mature men and women.

In short, the atmosphere here is very similar to that of the rebar, and it should be said that it is more ancient than the rebar, and it is a more ancient and orthodox European bar.

Wheat looked around, and the guests here were some who drank alone and some who came with their companions; There is a drunken retreat between men, and there is also an ambiguous look between men and women; There is a person who borrows wine to kill his sorrows, and there is also a person who sees his prey and is ready to talk.

To Wheat, it was as if she had arrived in an adult world, a night world in a blur of light.