“……”

The little brother in white was silent, while Marcy sat up straight again, looking at him with provocative eyes, provocatively curling the corners of his mouth, and raising his chin defiantly. "Don't you?"

The little brother in white and Marcy looked at each other, his lips closed, his eyes blazing. Then he suddenly laughed.

"You surprise me."

"I'm here looking for excitement – remember? That's what you said. Marcy said, grinning, "If I surprise you, will you surprise me too?" ”

"Who knows." The little brother in white said, snorted, tilted his head and looked at the writhing crowd on the dance floor of the bar, and then turned his gaze back to Marcy's body, motionless, secretly looking at her tight body, "Maybe I have, maybe I don't." ”

"Is this a bit ambiguous?"

"Mostly I don't know if it counts."

"What counts?"

"'It'."

The little brother in white said, his waist moved sideways, revealing the pocket of his casual suit on his left hand. Then he reached into his pocket with his right hand, which was still holding Ed on his left hand, and still maintained his graceful and dashing figure, and pulled something out with a slight tug of his fingers.

It was a pouch, a pouch much smaller than half a palm, a transparent plastic pouch. This kind of pouch is not precious, but it is cheap, but it is rarely encountered in life. Generally speaking, people only use this kind of bag that can be sealed with two fingers and a pinch and a touch when they are holding rings, seeds, pins, or small diamonds, and it will not appear in view at all, nor will it be noticed.

And now the little bag that the little brother in white pulled out is not the things he just said. Even though he had only pulled it out of his pocket in half, a small half, he was able to clearly see that the contents were small, round pills. Colorful pills.

Marcy looked at the thing in silence, her lips closed, her eyes hooked, and her expression strangely hollow. It wasn't until the little brother in white stuffed it back into his pocket that she blinked, and her eyes raised to look at the little brother again.

"Poppy?" She asked.

"Of course not—not that remarkable." The little brother in white smiled and licked his lower lip carefully with his red tongue, as if he was reminiscing about something very wonderful, "But ...... 'slightly' is a little similar." ”

“…… It's kind of similar. ”

"You seem to know a little bit about that." The little brother in white said, his eyes narrowed slightly lazily, and he slowly stretched out a hand and stroked Marcy's neck, and then slowly went up, his fingers lifted Marcy's chin, and looked straight at Marcy. "So," he asked softly in a seductive voice, "now...... What do you think? ”

“……”

Marcy looked at the little brother in white, looked at the intoxicated starry eyes that seemed to have thousands of stars quietly twinkling, felt the fingers that provoked his chin, and the corners of his mouth twitched on his expressionless and empty face, and suddenly showed a somewhat inexplicable smile.

"Now," she said, "I'm going to enjoy what's going to happen next." ”

"Oh?" The little brother in white also grinned, "What ......?"

"Whew-"

Before he could finish speaking, Marcy, who had been sitting firmly on the barstool, suddenly stepped down on the ground with her feet stretched out, stood up and moved forward, and suddenly approached the little brother in white. Her sudden and bold action caught the little brother in white by surprise, and he subconsciously took a step back, and his arm was removed from Ed's shoulder next to him. But he couldn't get far away, as Marcy grabbed him by the collar with one hand and pulled him hard in front of his eyes, and their noses almost touched.

"Do you know," Marcy looked at the eyes of the little brother in white up close, and also let the little brother in white look into his eyes, the soft and hoarse voice unique to women after lowering their throats mixed with warm breath exhaled from their mouths, with a dangerous touch like a poisonous snake letter on the face of the little brother in white, making him feel a little itchy in his beard and a little cold in his back, "I actually know a way to make people more comfortable...... Would you like to give it a try? ”

"What......"

At this time, the little brother in white already felt that something was wrong. He saw Marcy's eyes, looked at the cold light that flickered in the depths of those eyes, and trembled uncontrollably in the depths of his heart for no reason. But he is also a man, and he is no longer young, and he can still try his best to keep his composure at such a time. But just as he opened his mouth to say something more, he was interrupted by a completely unreasonable interruption after he opened his mouth and spit out a word. He was horrified to find himself flying.

Ed had seen Marcy fight as she looked. He and she had fought side by side before, and had played against each other when no one was in the practice room. This is a very difficult woman to deal with, although the fist is not big, but it is very hard, and it is unambiguous to fight people, and every punch on the body is as fierce as a cannonball. If she'd been trained in the relentless brutality of steel, blood, and fire in the starry sky like his old friends, she'd be one of the most intriguing women Eddard could see.

But Marcy's movements today were really bad. It's beautiful – but not good, so untechnical that it's as savage and ugly as a grizzly bear hugging a tree. But the furious aura that swirled around her body was something Ed had never seen before.

He looked at her, watched her grasp the neckline of the poor white-clothed little brother's neck with both hands, stared at her, gritted her teeth fiercely, and the muscles of her arms suddenly tensed, and the whole white-clothed brother was violently lifted up from the ground, and threw it towards the counter on the side like a dog, so that the neck on the side of the little brother's head was not deviated and just hit the corner of the counter.

"Boom-"

The sound of the head hitting the table is not small, but it is not big, and if the impact is still in the soft ground near the cerebellum, it will not be so big. There weren't many people around the corner of the bar where Marcy and Ed were, and there was still some distance from the dance floor, so Marcy only attracted a few guests drinking on the nearby couches and booths. And when they turned their heads, they saw only Marcy and Eddard, a man and a woman, and the little man in white who was lying on the bar with his head limp. Among them, Ed's hand was under the armpit of the little brother in white, dragging his body, barely letting him slide to the ground, but the posture was not comfortable at all, and it was uncomfortable to watch.

The men quickly looked away from each other, and continued to laugh and laugh with each other, clanging into wine glasses. But there were people other than them who saw it all passing.

"I hope he's still breathing, Mr. Ed." Paul, the little bartender, stood on the inside of the bar, holding a cup in his hand, wiping it neatly, while casually raising his eyes to look at the little farce in front of him, and said calmly, "If someone is killed in the store, the boss will be unhappy." ”

"Relax, good man. The boss is unhappy that there are many things, and he will not pay special attention to this one. ”

Ed said, dragging the unconscious body of the little man in white, and sat him on the ground with his back against the bar, looking like a drunkard who had drunk too much and was looking for a place to rest. It is not surprising that such people appear from time to time on such occasions. As long as they don't peel his eyelids open to see the rolls of his eyes.

This guy pressed him with the protruding bone of his elbow for a long time, pressing his shoulder to death, but he also paid the price. The price of being very fun ensures that he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Marcy took out the small bag of pills from the pocket of the white-clad boy's elaborate suit, stared at it in his hand, and then put it in his pocket. She sat back in her high chair, took her glass from the bar, and took a sip.

"It was just a whim, and I wanted to test it." She said, her eyes not looking at Ed or Paul, but at the void in front of her, muttering to herself, "I actually won the jackpot." ”

"You seem to be a little unhappy," Ed looked at her from the sidelines, "and seems to be a little ...... Dysphoria? ”

"I'm scared, Ed." Marcy turned her head, opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Ed with a silent, moist gaze, "It's me who he's met here today, but what if it's someone else?" ”

"They're not going to be as bold as you."

"You'll never know." Marcy said, sighing, looking a little frustrated, "Sometimes I really feel like a garbage cleaner, constantly cleaning up the garbage in the world, but in the end I find that I can't clean it up completely...... There is simply no day when it will be cleaned up. ”

"If you don't want to do it," said Ed, untouched by Marcy's words, "you can do it at any time." Some people like this kind of rotten work that never ends. ”

"It's not a bad job, detective." Marcy glanced at Ed in a displeased tone, "And it's not like anyone can do it." Sometimes I think that's where I really feel hopeless. 'Garbage Collectors' - this industry, this glamorous and intimidating damn profession, it needs people who are quite good enough in all respects, like the pawn officials in the town hall who play politics all day long, but on the other hand, it has nothing - nothing really good to attract people who are good enough to bundle their lives and passions into it. That's the problem, Ed, the problem that can't be avoided, the problem that can't be avoided and can't be solved - there is too much garbage in this world, and it keeps increasing every day, and the cleaners are too few and too few, and relatively speaking, they are still decreasing. ”

After Marcy said this, she drained the remaining liquid from the glass in one go. This time, even she couldn't stand it a little, covered her mouth and coughed violently a few times, gasped twice, opened her mouth slightly, looked at the nothingness in front of her with dilated pupils, and then shook her head vigorously.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, returning to her usual appearance, "Did I just say something strange?" ”

"No," Ed said, sipping his wine and looking calmly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking, "you just complained." ”

"That's not right, right...... I rarely complain about anything with people. ”

"Everybody complains sometimes. Even though it's not useful, everyone has the right to complain, to complain about what they have to complain about. What you just said is very interesting, and it's not bad to listen to. ”

"That's good, isn't it?" Marcy smiled, lowered her head, was silent for a moment, and then beckoned to Paul.

"'The sand sea sinks gold,'" she said, "and the gin doubles." ”