Spiegel is a café in a winding alley in the middle of the city, and if you haven't been to it before, you can't find it quickly just by the address. However, it attracts a group of people with unique plots, and almost every table and chair in the store has left the stories of people over the years.

This coffee shop is peculiar because each of the same drinks has a different price for different people, and which menu you give is up to the hostess. Perhaps because of this, the number of people who come to this café is always sparse and just right, giving people a space for reverie and daze.

The proprietress sat in the empty, dimly lit Mumu café as usual, but the glass in her hand smelled of alcohol.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"Sorry, it's closed." The hostess's voice returned to its usual appearance.

"I'm sorry I didn't pay attention, but can I just stay for a while? I love the name of this café. And also...... In it, it gives people a feeling of ......."

A man in his thirties walked in from the outside, his expression a little tired, like the kind of senior white-collar workers who are often exhausted by stress on the road.

The proprietress tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Is it okay to only provide the coffee with the highest unit price?" ”

"The coffee with the highest unit price?" The man didn't seem to understand the boss's words, just raised his head slowly, and the woman in front of him looked like a hazy and vague feeling, as if he obviously saw such a person in front of him, but if he looked back and remembered it, he couldn't remember what she looked like.

"Yes." The hostess's voice seemed to come from the walls of the entire café.

"Yes, just count it according to the highest one." The man sat weakly on the sofa on the side, he was really tired, the struggle in the office was enough to choke, and now even the murder case came out! Really! Isn't there a place in the world where you can rest quietly? Let's be quiet in this café and "give me a glass of water." ”

"Sir, I don't think you understand what I mean." The proprietress was surprised by the behavior of a man who only wanted a glass of white water. After all, under normal circumstances, if you charge for the coffee with the highest unit price, you will order the most expensive one.

"No, no, I understand, just calculate it at the highest unit price." The man repeated weakly.

"A glass of white water?"

"Well, a glass of white water."

The man sank into the couch. It's so comfortable, it's been a long time since I've been on such a comfortable couch. If he could, he would have liked to fall asleep like this.

The proprietress observed this man, and if you remove the tiredness and messiness, he is actually quite a man with a lot of taste. His clothes are very low-key. It's the kind of brand that is obviously a luxury, but it can't be seen on the surface. It's just that kind of texture that makes people feel that this is a man who has certain requirements for life and is more elegant.

"Well, sir, your white water."

The proprietress placed the cup in front of him.

The man only opened his eyes and squeezed out a "hmm" from his nose, and he gently brushed the leather surface of the sofa: "This sofa is so good, where did you buy it?" ”

The proprietress smiled faintly.

Seeing the cold attitude of the proprietress, the man didn't care, she probably thought she was looking for an excuse to talk, "My name is Xie Xun, and I am usually more interested in this kind of soft furniture." ”

Hearing Xie Xun's explanation, the proprietress was still faint.

Xie Xun picked up the water on the table a little embarrassed and took a sip: "This is soda?" ”

The hostess nodded.

Xie Xun laughed to himself.

The proprietress ignored him and just got up to leave.

"Huh? What is your name? Xie Xun stopped her.

The proprietress turned around, leaned lazily on the armrest on the side, and looked him up and down for a while: "You don't need to know my name, because you're dying." ”

"Huh?" As soon as Xie Xun spoke, he was choked and coughed, "You are really joking." ”

"I'm never joking." The proprietress said, pointing behind him, "Behind you, there is a geist, just died, it just told me that you are a black-hearted developer, he was forced to die by you, now he wants to stay by your side, find the right opportunity......" The proprietress stretched out a slender finger and slowly slid it through her throat.

Xie Xun's face changed: "What are you talking nonsense!" ”

The proprietress didn't speak, just shrugged her shoulders: "He said his name is Xiaoge." ”

The proprietress said that Xie Xun jumped up from his position. He kept looking behind him as if he had seen a ghost, and after many turns, he stopped and stared at the woman in front of him: "What do you know?" ”

The proprietress seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of mortal appearance, and said with some weariness: "I don't know anything, it told me." ”

"Don't bluff!"

The proprietress couldn't be more familiar with this expression, and she laughed out loud.

At this moment, the performance of the proprietress was like a psychopath in Xie Xun's eyes, he dropped three hundred yuan, left the café in a hurry, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never come to this place again.

But, in fact, he would come, or rather, he would have to.

After Xie Xun left, the proprietress returned to the notebook at the bar, and there was already a guest waiting at the moment, and Taobao Wangwang's chat record left these two sentences:

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Do you really have ghosts here?"

It seems that all buyers, will ask the same question, is it really possible to buy and sell ghosts? Will there really be ghosts?

Yes! OK!

Because this is the Ghost Exchange, the name of the store: Der Spiegel.

The proprietress looked at the computer screen, felt the other party's soul fluctuations with the airwaves, and then typed the following text: "We are the only online ghost exchange with a special license, and now there is a special promotion, which can have a three-day trial period. ”

Sure enough, the other party wavered, and she quickly typed a line of words: "Huh? This ghost can also be tried? ”

The proprietress skillfully typed down the text that had already been prepared: "Yes, you can return the goods unconditionally within three days." "For these humans, who can be guessed casually, the proprietress sometimes finds it boring.

"So how do you trade? Do you use the Stygian coin? ”

Looking at the text in front of the computer, the proprietress thought for a moment, what do you want?

Then, she burst out laughing: "A real horror memory, but it has to be real, remember." ”