A few people dressed as waiters were busy cleaning up the mess. They are supposed to be the staff at the speakeasy itself, including the bartender and the bartender. They didn't seem to be in good spirits, as if they had been frightened a lot not long ago, but their relative movements were still very quick, and the ground had been cleared. Three men in dress uniforms who appeared to be security guards stood not far from them, seemingly supervising the men's work. But while they look like that, they're actually lazy. Among them was a man wearing sunglasses and a ponytail, who was about to pull out a fire to light a cigarette for himself.

Then, everyone notices Ed's sudden uninvited guest. The ponytail man's brow furrowed suddenly.

"I'm sorry, sir." A waiter wearing white silk gloves walked up to Ed's side and politely bowed to him, "We are closed for business. I think you can understand why. ”

"yes, understood." Ed nodded, nonchalantly turning his gaze to the side, "Obviously. ”

"Please come back tomorrow. We'll be ...... tomorrow."

"I'm looking for Garrison."

“……”

It's like throwing a ticking time bomb into a luxurious fish tank with expensive goldfish, while the owner of the tank happens to be watching and discovers that the detonator has been stuffed into the crotch of his pants by a pair of unclean hands. The waiter's face showed a panicked look, and he opened his mouth to say something, but a black figure came silently behind him at this moment.

"Go down," the man's voice was deep and deep, "I'm here to receive this guest." ”

“…… Yes, sir. The waiter glanced back at the side face of the man behind him, exhaled with relief, and quickly turned away.

The man was one of the three security guards. Ponytail did not come over in person, but watched silently from a distance. Ed glanced at him, then focused his attention on what was in front of him.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The man asked softly at Eddard, his eyes meeting Eddard's eyes without blinking, "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Garrison?" ”

"I still need to make an appointment to see him?"

Ed's serious rhetorical question of surprise drew a mocking chuckle. Although they seemed to be politely covering up, the taunt was unmistakably conveyed to Eddard, slapping him in the face like a wave.

"Everyone who wants to see Mr. Garrison has to make an appointment in advance. If you don't know......"

"Not everyone." Ed's voice was naturally hoarse, and he faintly interrupted the man, "Didn't a guest who didn't have an appointment just come here?" I think she shouldn't have been gone for long. ”

The bomb exploded, the fish tank shattered, and all the goldfish inside spilled out, sprinkled all over the ground, fluttering and fluttering bullets to and fro, with tenacious vitality and beautiful scales, but not delicious at all.

The man's gaze sharpened. He stepped forward and approached Eddard, toe to toe, nose to nose.

"I'm sorry, sir." There was an aggressive aura in every pore of his body, but his tone was still polite and calm, "Can you give me a good understanding of your identity?" ”

“……”

Ed smiled and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. But being so close to a man still made him feel a little uncomfortable. He took a step back, opened his black single-button suit jacket, pulled out his wallet from inside, and then took out a business card with two fingers and handed it to the man.

The man looked at Ed as if he were looking at a large-mouthed frog with porcupine steel fur on its back. His face was expressionless, his eyes slowly moving down to the business card that Eddard was holding between his fingers, reaching out to take it, and looking down twice.

"Detective." He said mechanically in a mechanical announcer-like voice, "Detective...... Ed? ”

"It's me."

"The obnoxious kind of character."

"I agree with it."

The man took a deep breath and visibly relaxed in front of Eddard, with the usual smile on his face. Then he threw the business card in Ed's face.

"I don't know how you found here, detective." He said, his voice thickened, as if a crocodile was exhaling at the pug with its mouth wide open, "I don't know what you got the news, who you want to do something, but I advise you to give up those unrealistic ideas - the person who brought you here, whoever he is, he lied to you, and he didn't take your life seriously at all." This place...... It's not at all the same as what you think in your head. Now, get out of here before you get a few bullets in your legs, or you'll have to take the shit from the hospital for the next dinner. ”

With that, the man simply turned around and ignored Eddard again. He had said all that had to be said, and the only thing that the person he had sentenced to next had to do was to be obedient and have a way to go. That's it.

He thinks well, but as many people who think well have experienced, reality will always be as disappointing as ever, and an iron whip will be applied to all unrealistic fantasies.

“…… You'll never know. Ed looked at the man's back and slowly licked his lips, "It's never possible to be sure." ”

The man stopped, frowned, and turned back, glancing at Ed with an ugly face.

"What did you say?"

"I said, you're too full of words." A smile tugged at the corner of Ed's mouth, "Not all hospital meals are hard to eat. ”

“…… You've got a sick brain, huh? ”

"Yes, old wounds. If you need it, I can give you a certificate of opening. ”

The man glared at Eddard, then turned to look at his two companions. Ponytail and another old man with a mustache on his chin were grinning against a pillar at this time, as if the little farce that was happening here was funny to them.

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"I see," he said lazily, turning his head back and squinting at Ed, "deliberately begging for a beating, huh?" ”

“……”

Licking his lips again, Ed looked at the man, his brow furrowed. He lowered his head and muttered something softly, too vague for anyone to hear what he said.

"What did you say?" The man asked, his tone impatient.

"It seems like too much time has been wasted." Ed said, looking up, "How long has she been gone?" ”

"What?"

"Tithe." Ed's gaze was cold, "She's been here before, and then left. How long has she been gone? ”

......The corners of the man's mouth twitched twice, his gaze became a little hideous, and he stepped forward, "I don't know what you're talking about." Now get the hell out of me......"

"That's enough."

Ed closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shook his head. Then he raised his eyes sharply to look ahead, and when the man approached, he reached out and put his arms around his neck, and pulled him into his arms, while his knees slammed up between the other's chest and abdomen.

The man's body twitched in pain, his eyes almost didn't pop out, he opened his mouth and coughed violently, struggling to inhale. But the next moment, he was held down by Ed on the side of his head and slammed into the wall next to him.

The warm liquid trickled down his forehead, and the man's consciousness began to blur, sliding down the wall, and he lay on the ground. At this time, the fierce smell of alcohol on the ground had not disappeared, and there must have been a lot of drifting into his dreams.

Ed turned and looked at the remaining ponytail and mustache. The two of them were already smiling at this time, staring at Ed with a serious face and as if they were facing a great enemy, while the rest of the others had already disappeared when they saw that the situation was not good, and they didn't know where they had gone.

Ed looked at the two of them, rubbed the tip of his nose, and raised his hands.

"I just wanted to visit the stewards here." He said, "Since you don't like the way I visit, I'm going to change what you like—another one that you are familiar with, another one that works." ”

“……”

The mustache and ponytail looked at each other, then back at Ed, who looked at them intently. The next moment, the three of them moved at the same time.

Mustache pulls out his gun quickly, but Ed is faster. He lunged to the mustache's side, grabbed his wrist as he extended the muzzle of his gun, and twisted it like a chicken's neck. The mustache screams in pain, and the pistol falls to the ground, being kicked away by Ed before kissing the stone.

Ed grabbed Mustache's arm and yanked it toward him, striking him the lower ribs with his elbow before knocking him out over the shoulder.

But at the same time, a slower ponytail unknowingly pulled out a silver-gray long-barreled shotgun from that corner, and pulled the trigger the next moment Ed threw the mustache away at his torso. Ed dodged in time, rolled on the spot and approached Ponytail's heel, kicking Ponytail's waist in the sky. Ponytail staggered backwards, and when he looked up again, Ed had already risen and lunged at him, grabbing the barrel of his shotgun with both hands.

Ponytail struggled to resist, but the explosiveness of Ed's arms exceeded Ponytail's expectations. He grabbed the shotgun and pulled it hard at his side, then pushed it diagonally upwards with his backhand, and slammed the barrel of the shotgun on Ponytail's forehead. Ponytail tilted his head back, rolled his eyes, and was knocked unconscious by this blow, his hands released the control of the gun, and he lay down on the ground in a large shape.

Ed glanced at him, then turned sideways, shotgun in one hand, gun aimed at the mustache that had just risen. The mustache looked at Ed, at the ponytail lying behind him, and finally at the big gun in Ed's hand, his face was about to drip with an ugly face.

"I want to see Carrison." Ed repeated the purpose of the trip.

"Mr. Carrison doesn't want to see anyone right now." The mustache said emotionlessly, pointing at Ed's gun, "Unless it's someone 'above'." In fact, Mr. Carrison has been waiting for the people from above to come right now. He doesn't have time for some messy outsiders right now. ”

Ed smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching stiffly. "Then why can Tilo see him?"

"If you're talking about the woman before...... She was the reason why Mr. Carrison was no longer in sight. ”

"She's also the reason I have to see Carrison." Ed stepped forward with an indifferent face, and habitually grabbed the big gun in his hand with one hand, the barrel downward, face to face with the mustache, "Take me to him." Otherwise I'll go to him myself. But I warn you, you won't like what might happen if I find him myself. ”

“……”

"Plus, I'll knock you out first, then strip you naked and throw you out on the street."

"I'll lead the way."