Sting! Sting!

The electricity sounded incessantly, and the street lights flashed back and forth.

Qin Ran turned a blind eye, and after throwing the newspaper in his hand to the bar, he turned around and walked into the bar, blocking in front of Mimosa, who was still busy.

About a few seconds later, a figure appeared in Qin Ran's field of vision.

A white nightdress, printed with red flowers, messy hair, a slightly pale face, brown eyes glanced at Qin Then, he walked into the restaurant.

The other party chose a chair in front of the bar.

"What is needed?"

After the other party sat down, Qin Ran asked very dryly.

"Chicken soup."

The other party's voice was hoarse, and it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Luo Ye, a bowl of chicken soup."

Qin Ran said without looking back.

"Okay, brother."

Mimosa nodded and took out a soup bowl from the sterilizer and went to the large pot next to her to scoop the soup.

When the lid is lifted, the rich aroma of chicken soup wafts out.

Mimosa's culinary skills are unquestionable.

Even if his skills are sealed, his cooking skills are still unmatched.

The simplest ingredients can speed up the saliva secretion.

There may be some distance from truly turning decay into magic, but there is no problem in reaching the level of excellence.

But the guest who entered the restaurant was indifferent, just staring at Qin Ran.

When Mimosa came over with chicken soup and saw this guest, his face couldn't help but change, the hand holding the soup bowl was all gone, and when the soup bowl fell out of his hand, Qin Ran stretched out his hand and caught the soup bowl.

"you."

Qin Ran said lightly, turned around, and put the soup bowl in front of the guest.

"Your chicken soup."

Qin Ran's tone became more and more indifferent.

The guest didn't speak again, picking up the bowl and sipping it down.

The speed is very slow, and there is a hint of stiffness in the movements.

The small soup bowl was held and drank for two minutes before putting down the empty soup bowl.

"Thank you."

After thanking him in a dry voice, he took out a stack of banknotes and placed them next to the soup bowl, got up and walked out.

Sting! Sting!

The sound of electricity from the street lights sounded again.

However, unlike before, after a few successive sounds, the street lights were restored, and the path in front of the restaurant became bright.

"She, she's the dead?"

It was only at this time that Mimosa asked with trepidation.

Although timidity is still the same, Mimosa's insight is getting richer and richer.

Especially after making up his mind to follow behind Qin Ran, Mimosa consciously learned the knowledge of the huge city and the copy world.

It's still easy to identify a deceased.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded, his eyes looked at the soup bowl that the other party had touched, and the stack of banknotes, and a look of interest appeared in his eyes.

"But shouldn't the dead hate the living?"

Mimosa asked, puzzled.

"There are exceptions."

"Or rather, it's different here."

"Unique?"

"Interesting."

Qin Ran chuckled, put down the electric baton in his hand, and handed the newspaper in his hand to Mimosa.

This is today's newspaper.

On the first page, the wife-killer and serial killer John Brown was on the page. A photograph of Dieson, and next to this one is a photograph of a woman.

Even if it was very vague, Mimosa could tell at a glance that this woman was the guest just now.

"She, she's John. Diesson's wife? ”

"Why is she here?"

Mimosa exclaimed.

"She's supposed to be here to thank us."

Qin Ran said and handed the checked banknote to Mimosa.

10,000 yuan.

Mimosa, who took the money, was a little stunned.

It's not about the amount of money, for mimosas, money is always a number, even if the situation improves after entering the dungeon world, but Mimosa will not be surprised by money, what really surprises Mimosa is that the deceased here not only will not launch an instinctive attack on the living, but will also really give thanks.

It's really ......

Fantastic!

It took a long time for Mimosa to give such an evaluation.

Then, taking the money, the mimosa carefully placed it in the almost empty money box on the side.

Their initial funding came from that John. Disson, after spending another afternoon, it was almost gone, even if he had no concept of money, Mimosa still knew that this was what he and Qin Ran needed for the next period of time.

It is impossible for everyone to give so many coins as a thank you like that special guest.

And Qin Ran won't really run this restaurant.

So, this money becomes very important.

"I hope it's enough!"

Mimosa thought silently.

There is a fresh sense of crisis in my heart.

Unlike the previous fears, this is the first time since Mimosa was born that she has worried about money.

It's fresh.

It's also urgent.

With such a fresh sense of urgency, Mimosa turned and walked into the kitchen.

He wanted to use the existing ingredients to make more fragrant food to attract more customers - although Qin Ran might not care much about this restaurant, this was the only way Mimosa could think of to make money now.

The sound of busyness in the kitchen interrupted Qin Ran's thinking.

He glanced down at the electric baton.

The deceased's weakness to electric shock and flame made Qin Ran consciously retain this root when he was cleaning this inn. Diesson's electric batons.

At this stage, this is his weapon against the dead.

However, judging from the guest just now, it is clear that such weapons are not enough.

Maybe it's okay to deal with the ordinary geist, as well as the guest.

But who can guarantee that there is no stronger existence?

Once a stronger, self-aware deceased appears, an electric baton is clearly not enough.

At least it has to be a flamethrower.

But there was no way he could get his hands on the flamethrower.

Neither his identity nor the channel at the moment is impossible.

If the science side can't be done for the time being, only the mystery side remains.

It just so happens that he has a skill set to deal with the situation at hand.

"Shattered rubies and some volcanic ash?"

Qin Ran muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then, he shook his head again.

With his mystical knowledge, even if the skill of [Burning Hand] is sealed, it is not difficult to complete a familiar mystical side attack.

Chipped-grade rubies are not so easy to obtain.

Even if this dungeon world has.

But, he has no money.

Of course, this does not mean that Qin Ran has given up.

In Qin Ran's dictionary, there is no such thing as giving up.

He thought of a way that might be able to replace it.

Of course, that's for later.

Right now?

Another guest is coming.

It's two girls, one helpless and the other drunk.

"Wine!"

"Give me wine!"

The drunken one yelled loudly as soon as he entered the restaurant.

"There's no alcohol here."

"If you need alcohol, please go to another house."

Qin Ran said indifferently.

This indifference is based on the fact that the other girl keeps throwing him apologetic glances, and if he doesn't, he will kick people out.

"No, no wine, what's that?"

"Something, you can bring it to me."

"It's not like I'm out of money!"

The drunken woman has a big tongue and stutters when she speaks.

Therefore, Qin Ran hates dealing with drunks.

Under the influence of alcohol, not only will the behavior become rude, but the whole person will be entangled.

Thankfully, there was also a sober person next to him.

"We want a bowl of chicken soup."

The sober girl hurriedly said when Qin Ran frowned.

"Okay."

Qin Ran turned around and went to get the soup bowl.

"How much money is chicken and chicken soup?"

The drunken girl spoke again.

"$10."

Qin Ran quoted the price.

Maybe comparing the price of this copy world, this price is slightly expensive in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Qin Ran's opinion, this is chicken soup made of mimosa, and he doesn't think it's expensive.

If it weren't for the mimosa suggestion, Qin Ran would have been able to multiply this price tenfold.

Bang!

The drunken girl slammed the table and stood up, and the figure stumbled, if it wasn't for the support of the girl on the side, she would definitely fall to the ground.

But the drunken girl didn't appreciate it, and pushed the girl who was supporting, and after not pushing it away, she yelled at Qin Ran: "Is my beauty worthless?" ”

As she spoke, the drunken girl climbed on the bar and leaned her face over.

Long eyelashes, drunken blurred eyes, red face, mixed with the unique vitality of youth, the other party can undoubtedly be called a beauty.

But when the smell of wine came to his face, no matter how beautiful a person was, in Qin Ran's opinion, he was not as good-looking as the body of the superior evil spirit.

In particular, the other party also slapped his table.

So, after thinking about it for a while.

“100。”

Qin Ran quoted the price he had originally set.

"Count you as acquaintances!"

"Ordinary people drink 10 yuan, of course a beauty like me needs 100!"

The drunken girl sat back satisfied.

Drunk people, don't reason with her.

Because, the thinking circuits are not in the same dimension.

Putting the bowl with chicken soup in front of the other party, Qin Ran calmly told himself, you are now a restaurant owner, and you must learn to be harmonious and make money when you open your door to do business.

After avoiding the smell of wine, turning his head and taking a deep breath, Qin Ran picked up the newspaper again and sat behind the bar.

However, the drunken girl obviously didn't want to just lose someone to talk to.

"Boss, what do you say love is?"

"Spit on the ground 200."

Qin Ran replied without raising his head.

"What spit on the ground 200?"

"Am I the one who vomits on the ground?"

The drunken girl yelled.

"Spit out 300 on the table."

Qin Ran said slowly.

The girl who was not drunk on the side, after scolding at Qin Ran again and again at this time, hoped that Qin Ran would be able to bear with her, and then, she turned her head and whispered to the drunk girl to persuade her.

However, such persuasion is clearly counterproductive.

"Leave me alone!"

"I know you're in league with them!"

"You're not here to see my jokes!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

The drunken girl jerks the other girl.

Caught off guard, the girl was pushed to the ground.

Not only the girl, but also the bowl of chicken soup will be overturned.

At this time, Qin Ran, who had been sitting in the bar, leaned over and raised his hand to pick up the chicken soup, looking at the drunken girl with displeasure.

"Do you think I'm wrong?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm just trying to find someone who is good for me to fall in love, what's wrong?"

"But why is he always half-hearted?"

"Why are you going to those goblins?"

The drunken girl faced Qin Ran's displeased gaze, and suddenly shook her head, and the wine woke up half in an instant, but the remaining general alcohol made her feel a little cowardly, so she shouted at Qin Ran.

It was a shout, but the voice was getting lower and lower.

Except for Qin Ran who could hear clearly, the girl who fell couldn't hear clearly.

"Not really."

"You're right."

"Men, without love, whoever is good-looking, he will love whomever he wants."

"A woman has no love, whoever is good to her, she will follow."

"Therefore, love is celebrated."

"Because, it's always good."

"Not only does it look good, but it also treats you well."

"But is it real?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Love isn't real?"

"What's true?"

The girl in front of her asked stunned.

"It's true."

Qin Ran put the chicken soup in his hand in front of the girl, and continued to say slowly: "Love can be talked about slowly, and there will always be a right one, but the soup should be drunk while it is hot." ”

Looking at the chicken soup that was placed in front of Qin Ran, the girl's brain, which was already anesthetized by alcohol, became more and more confused.

She instinctively felt that it was wrong, but she felt that what Qin Ran said was very reasonable.

I want to refute it, but I can't say the reason for it.

Eventually, she took the chicken soup and drank it down.

He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his bag and placed it on the side of the soup bowl.

"Soup money."

With that, the drunken girl staggered out.

After the girl who fell bowed to Qin Ran again and apologized, she hurriedly chased out.

Qin Ran accepted the soup bowl, picked up the money, and handed it to the mimosa again.

Mimosa took the money, looking at Qin Ran with a slightly strange look.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Ran asked.

"I feel that what you just said makes a lot of sense, brother."

Mimosa said seriously.

"Really?"

"It made sense that someone else wrote it."

Qin Ran handed the newspaper he had finished reading to Mimosa, and in the emotional column, the words that Qin Ran had just said were clearly written.

Mimosa looked at the words and laughed unconsciously.

"You think it's ridiculous, right?"

"I didn't even figure it out, so I went to point out others."

"If you really figured it out, how could you be moaning here without illness?"

Qin Ran said.

Mimosa didn't answer, just looked at Qin Ran with a smile, he felt that Qin Ran at this time was becoming more and more real.

It is far more real than the one in my memory that is entangled in flames and murderous.

"That's good."

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Mimosa picked up the used soup bowl with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked briskly to the kitchen.

Qin Ran glanced at the inexplicably happy mimosa, and couldn't help but shake his head.

He didn't ask.

A lot of things don't make sense.

If you have to be reasonable in everything.

Then there is no reason in the world to talk about.

It's all ......

Messing around.

It's unreasonable.

Qin Ran picked up a magazine that he bought with the newspaper in the afternoon, sat behind the bar and quietly flipped through it.

In the kitchen, the sound of water flows.

Behind the bar, the pages of the book are silent.

The sky is getting brighter.

The morning sun rises.

Another good day.

And then......

"Ahh

"Dead!"

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