Ed quickly got up from the ground, pulled the stool up and set it up, and sat down again. The crowd around barely noticed the slightest movement here, and even if they did, they didn't pay much attention to it. The voices were so mixed, the colors were so gorgeous, the emotions were so high, and the atmosphere was so pleasant that their minds and nerves were so wide and thick that they didn't bother with the slightest stains and blemishes that they couldn't usually tolerate at home, in the office, in the rooftop restaurant of a fancy hotel, or when they were taking their Eighteenth Lover on a date at the aquarium, even if they took off their coats and rolled them around, it didn't matter in the slightest.

It's a bar, it's a bar in the middle of the night, the streets outside are neon, the dance floor is drunk, and Ed isn't even the most basic farce. And real farce is not uncommon on such occasions, and the regulars are used to it, and some even come here specifically for this kind of fun.

However, there are still some people who don't leave after their eyes are cast, but what they are looking at is not Ed in a cheap suit and no tie. Ed's outfit is no different from those high-level brutes who are ruthlessly squeezed during the day and then spend money to get drunk at night and continue to squeeze their lives. He was a little tired and out of energy today, mainly because he faced an opponent he couldn't handle the most. For him, there was no more Alexander-like presence on this planet.

"One more drink, Paul." Ed said, pushing the empty cup in front of him and tapping his fingers on the bar, "Then you can go and greet the other guests." I think we've taken up too much of your time and are a little rude. ”

"You're polite, Mr. Eddard." Paul's eyes kept rolling as he moved back and forth between Ed and Marcy, reaching for Eddard's glass, "Very polite." ”

“…… This kid better learn to be smart. Marcy glanced at Paul's back as he walked away, "Otherwise, I'm going to get him in trouble." ”

"I have no doubt about it, my good detective." Unmoved, Ed propped one elbow on the bar and the other on his waist, tilting his body as if his back hurt, and raised his chin at Marcy, "So- how's that, is there anything you want to tell me?" ”

"Here?" Marcy asked in surprise, looking back around. Although unlikely, the noise in the space here seems to be a little more intense. It's about one to two cups strong per person on average.

"Take it easy." Ed shrugged, subconsciously wanted to reach for the wine glass, and then found that Paul had not returned, so he gave up halfway, and his hand in mid-air was stiffly retracted, "No one will come to listen to what we say." Actually, no one here is going to listen to anything that anyone around them says, they're all too busy talking about themselves. ”

"Actually, not exactly, man."

A grinning voice interjected at this moment, as abrupt as a squid whisker coming out of shark fin soup. Ed's brow furrowed, a look of surprise on his face. And before he could turn around, a strong hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"But," the voice continued, his voice very rhyming and his voice lowered, and the stage effect was full of points, and the charm suddenly exploded, "it already meets the majority." ”

“……”

Ed tilted his head and looked at the hand that was tapping on his shoulder. It was a beautiful hand, a hand that looked like a woman, and there was barely a single hair visible on the white, smooth skin, maybe it was the kind of depilatory cream that was used specifically for the armpits in the shower.

But that's not the point, it's the fingers and wrists. The little finger of this noble hand wore a ring, a ring that shone with a "low-key" white dot starlight, a truly remarkable noble ring that could be thrown on the ground and smashed into a pit of gold. On its wrist, it wears a watch, equally low-key white, with a little starlight, and the pit thrown into the ground is at least twice as large.

Ed stared at the hand, not knowing what to say. This hand alone is worth at least five years of his struggle in the city. This was too tempting for him, and he couldn't resist going home to get a kitchen knife. Then he thought of a detective sitting next to him.

He raised his gaze to Marcy. The expression on Marcy's face was subtle, her chin was slightly retracted, her eyelids were raised, and the corners of her mouth were hooked in a strange arc, up and down. She didn't look at Eddard, but made eye contact with the visitor without blinking, her eyes looking extra big with heavy black eyeliner.

"You're so beautiful, miss." The voice softened, and at the same time pressed half of his arms on Ed's shoulder, as if he was using Ed as a platform, "And it's very special, out of place here." ”

"Oh, is that so?" Marcy leaned back, her hands clasped to her chest, her head tilted, her eyelids drooping.

She looked at the guy in front of her, feeling amused and bored at the same time. This is a handsome guy, undoubtedly handsome, with moderately trimmed coffee-colored medium and long hair and a white casual suit that makes him look both handsome and chic, and a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth and a sexy mustache on his chin add a bit of charm unique to a mature man. Plus, he's a master of chatting. He joins the circle between the two of them by interjecting Eddard, and then immediately puts Ed aside, even putting himself in the position of the leader of the conversation, focusing entirely on his original target, Marcy.

Neither Marcy nor Ed are the kind of people who act rashly in the face of unexpected situations that they don't understand, so they chose to stand by for a short time for this guy's sudden accession and didn't pay attention to him directly, but this didn't bother him at all, so he immediately created his own topic and started talking with Marcy.

"You don't come to this place very often, do you, miss?" The little brother in white waved his hand briefly at the crowd around him, and his eyes paused when he swept over a blonde woman nestled in a U-shaped sofa and a man touching a wine glass, but quickly moved away quietly, "You are too out of place here." ”

"Hey," Marcy tapped a finger on her arm. I don't know why, the expression on her face quietly became eager, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of interest, "It seems to be true." ”

"I'm guessing you're here looking for excitement." The little brother in white lowered his voice, leaned forward slightly, and brought his bright and deep eyes close to the chic beauty with a condensed temperament in front of him, and his elegant posture was mixed with high-end perfumes, and his charm gushed out, "I think you may need to get used to it a little bit, and learn from the seniors here." ”

"I was brought here by someone else." Marcy gestured to Ed, who was casually pressed under his elbow by the little brother.

"No offense, friend," the little man in white glanced at Ed's side face with Marcy's gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched after noticing that Ed hadn't even looked at him, trying his best to hide the sharp disdain and maintain his perfect posture, "but I don't think he will be able to take you to the fullest time here." This place – but only those who can play can enjoy it at its highest level. ”

Paul had just returned. He had just stopped by to get a new bottle of gin, and then mixed it for Ed and put it on the tray with the bottle and glass, but he saw the scene in front of him. His face changed suddenly.

"Shhhh

Ed, noticing the change in Paul's expression, immediately put a finger to his lips and squeezed his left eye at him, signaling him to shut up and stop talking. Then he waved his hand and told Paul to put the wine down and put it on the bar in front of him. He didn't seem to care at all about the fact that he had a little white face on his back, and he purely treated himself as if he didn't exist, and silently started drinking.

His gesture of retreat made the little brother in white slightly surprised, and at the same time, he was a little more presumptuous. He pressed more weight on Eddard - odd to say, but he did seem to show Marcy his sleek figure compared to a man. I don't know what he's trying to do.

The corners of Marcy's mouth twitched, and she didn't know if it was because of the little brother in white or because of Ed. Maybe these two contrived guys made her feel disgusted and rolled her eyes in her heart.

"Only those who can play can have the highest amount of fun?" She said, tilting her head and looking at the little brother in white, as if she was really attracted by what he said—or the "very streamlined good figure," and her voice became ...... Well, it's a lot more "cute", "So, how can I play?" ”

"I can teach you." The little brother in white said, gentle as a pure white rose, "Of course, if you are willing." ”

"Are you a person who can play?"

"You can see for yourself."

"I don't think I want to waste my time. I want to do it in advance. ”

"Oh?" The little brother in white showed an interested look on his face, and looked at Marcy teasingly, "Then, how do you want to verify it?" ”

"Come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

Marcy held out her hand and made an inviting gesture. The little brother in white raised his eyebrows, smiled, and happily bent over and leaned forward sideways, approaching the temperament beauty in front of him. Marcy sat on the barstool, leaned forward as well, and put her mouth close to the ear of the little brother in white.

"Do you have 'that'?"

“…… What the? ”

"'That'." Marcy said, a warm breath on the earlobe of the little brother in white, "It's the one that everyone who can play, the one that will make people 'comfortable'...... I've heard that the one that often appears in this kind of place. ”

Yes, that, that, that's the "that" of "that-a".

Ed's body twitched, and the wine almost squirted.