In the same scene, Lucy almost thinks she's back in the pre-hive division.

The difference is that the passage here seems to be longer, and there are more doors on either side of the passage.

Aita was in one of these rooms.

There is no other way, all that can be done now is to open these rooms one by one and look them up.

Hopefully she's lucky, she thought, or she'll have to spend a lot of time here.

……

Dilapidated office building with carved wooden doors in Chinese style.

In the room decorated in a strong Chinese style, Mr. Shang, dressed in a long shirt, leans on the sofa of Huang Huali, holding a cheap cigarette that can be bought everywhere in Chinatown.

"Whew......" he exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his fingers against the ashtray, and a large cloud of ash fell.

He had been looking at the document in his hand for long enough.

Ignoring the words of the fierce men standing around him and the smiling Americans across from him.

You would probably think that this is some older generation of intellectuals looking at the newspaper in their hands with concern for the country and the people.

"How long does he have left?"

Less leaning, Mr. Shang put down the information in his hand, stood up, took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

The cheongsam on his body and his movements made him look like a bookkeeper in a rice shop during the Republic of China.

But what he sells is not food.

If I have to say it, it should probably be said that it is the spiritual food of some people.

After all, some addicts can't survive without these things.

The large round table that invited Wu Tong to the hot pot banquet has been removed, replaced by these Huanghuali sofas and tea tables.

There are a few cups of tea on the tea table.

Originally, Mr. Shang wanted to talk to these foreign partners about the Chinese tea ceremony, but it seemed that all they cared about was their goods and Mr. Shang's money.

"There should be two or three minutes left." A blonde-haired guy said. "The duration of this new drug is about half an hour."

"And most importantly......" he raised his chin and nodded at the information on the table, "you should also see that this drug has a very low physiological addiction rate, and it causes very little harm to the body, and it is not even as harmful as the side effects of some regular drugs." ”

"In that case, you should go and work with pharmaceutical companies to make all these things into potions." Mr. Shang chuckled.

The blond hair was momentarily speechless, and his companion was about to say something.

At this time, ......the young man who had been sitting on the sofa in another place sat up straight, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

"Wang Chu, how is it?" Mr. Shang asked.

The young man named Wang Chu was silent for two seconds, then nodded at him.

Half an hour ago, the group of guys sitting across from him came to the door with a suitcase, threatening to find Shang Huai with something important.

Shang Huai is Mr. Shang's Chinese name, and Wang Chuzheng wonders why anyone knows Mr. Shang's Chinese name.

The name hasn't been used for more than a decade since they immigrated here.

The other party took out the box and said that it was to cooperate.

Wang Chu immediately informed him.

"Interesting." Mr. Shang just said lightly, and then asked Wang Chu to bring them in.

After making sure that the other party was not carrying weapons or other dangerous goods, Wang Chu brought them here.

"It's our latest drug, but it looks like it's a little bit of a violation in the ingredients, and we think it might be a better fit for you." A man said as he opened his suitcase.

Inside the suitcase are several grooves, and the grooves are exactly inlaid with several small bottles of liquid.

A clear liquid that looks somewhat like a few bottles of saline.

"This is the thing." Wang Chu felt that he was being tricked by the other party.

"I think you can take a look at this." The other party took out a document, "Or rather...... You can try it out for yourself. ”

After briefly flipping through the information, Wang Chu dipped the little finger of his right hand in some diluted liquid poured out of the vial, and then he put the little finger into his mouth.

I haven't done anything like this for many years, and when he and Shang Huai first came to the United States, he personally inspected the goods when he was trading with those ghosts in some alley.

At that time, he was ruthless, and it was precisely by relying on his ruthlessness and Shang Huai's mind that he had worked hard to get to this point.

Shang Huai became the current Mr. Shang, and Wang Chu became the current Brother Chu.

Everything has changed for the better, status, money, women, life is probably like this.

It's just that sometimes, he always thinks of the girl who likes to eat cantaloupe and studied abroad in the United States.

They met in a restaurant, and that day Wang Chu went to trouble the restaurant owner, and the ghost owed him a lot of poison money.

Originally, he was going to smash his shop first, and then he met the girl who worked there part-time on the weekend, and he suddenly felt that it was actually quite good to have this store open around here.

It's just that......

It's just that if she hadn't taken this path, that girl might not have left.

A few seconds after the liquid-stained little finger was placed in his mouth, a feeling of dizziness hit, and Mr. Shang saw him sitting on the sofa.

"Nice stuff." Wang Chu said that in just a dozen seconds after waking up, his eyes returned to clarity.

Mr. Shang nodded.

"I'm sure you've seen the most beautiful thing in the world, right? Buddy. Blonde said with a smile.

Wang Chu pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered, noncommittal.

The name of this kind of thing is called "forgetting worries", and it comes from ...... It is a substance extracted from a living organism that originally caused people to hallucinate, but it is also this substance that makes us produce forgetfulness. ”

"It will allow you to see the most beautiful thing in the world, or make up for your deepest regrets."

The blonde hair paused, "If there is really any regret medicine in this world, I think it is probably "forget worries". ”

"Very well, your goods look good, so now, maybe we can talk about the price." Mr. Shang turned to look at his blond-haired eyes and said.

……

Lucy opened the door again, and inside was still a cylindrical quartz container, still containing strangely shaped test subjects.

Unlike the haphazard storage of the warehouses, the containers here are connected to a large number of pipes protruding from unknown instruments, and the filled light blue liquid is bubbling from time to time.

So far, she hasn't found Aita.

Maybe she should still be in the inner room.

Lucy walked to the door of the next lab and opened the room.

A girl was sitting on the ground against a wall, tears on her face.

……

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Thank you for the rewards of "don't cry, don't cry, give you a hug" and "unintentional competition"!!