Fifty-one bitter coffee

"Someone once said. Life is like a bitter cup of coffee. Bitter but evocative" inside the "Aftertaste Restaurant". A strange guest sits alone at the dining table. Hold up the coffee cup in your hand as if no one else was around. Staring at it intently. A pair of dark eyes were full of melancholy after a long time. The man put down the cup heavily. Sighed deeply. Alas. This bitter life. When to start. When will it end"

Say it. The man closed his eyes. Raise your head slightly. He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly. Like a sentimental poet. Like a writer who tastes life to the fullest, no matter what his identity is. As far as this scenario is concerned. He's like an oil painting dotted around the corner of a restaurant. A natural and beautiful location on the side. Quietly decorate people's lives. Silently tells the melancholy of the world.

"This guest. Excuse me. We don't allow you to bring your own drinks into our restaurant." Suddenly. A waitress came out of nowhere. Some impatiently stood beside the man.

"Uh" the man was stunned. Scratched his face in embarrassment. I looked at the waitress very helplessly." But you don't have bitter coffee on your menu. And I really want to drink it. So"

"If you have an opinion about our menu. You can write your thoughts and suggestions in the comment column. We'll take it into account after the reference. But please don't bring your own drinks with you. Is that okay?" The waiter gave him a blank look. He replied angrily.

The man shrugged. With a dark face, he picked up the cup and drank it all. Then he looked up at the waitress and wanted to respond with a few words. But when he saw the other party's pretty face. The black aura on his face was immediately swept away. turned to look at her with a smile on his face:

"I guess it must hurt."

"What." The waiter, who had turned around and was about to leave, stopped. Look back at him.

"When you descend from heaven to earth."

The waitress was stunned. Immediately "poof" laughed out loud:

"Poof. You're really good at talking."

The man smiled. He tilted his head and looked at her for a long time. Deliberately frowned and said:

"The more I look at you, the more familiar I become. It's like I'm a high school classmate."

"Cut. It's old-fashioned." The waiter pursed his lips and laughed. However not disgusted.

"Really. But I'm serious. My high school classmate's name was Zhou Shuang. What about you?"

"Hee-hee. You really have a set. All right. I'll cooperate with you. My name is Liang Qi. What about you?"

"Liang Qihehe. This name looks like my future girlfriend."

"Cut. Take advantage of me. All right. If I don't mess with you, I'm a child's mother. You. Save it."

"Ahh The man looked at her with his mouth wide open and surprised. A look of disappointment." Alas. Pity. It's a pity"

"Alright. I've got to get busy. You. Molerate somebody else." Laughing and talking. The waitress turned around playfully. Ready to leave.

"I think. You must love your children." Suddenly. The man asked inexplicably.

"Of course. That little guy is my darling." The waiter replied without replying. There was a look of sweetness on his face.

"For him. You're willing to do anything."

"Of course."

"So," the man took a soft sip of bitter coffee. His face darkened suddenly." What if you want to kill someone for him?"

The waitress shuddered. Apparently taken aback. She looked back at the man curiously:

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." The man looked at his watch. Smiled calmly and naturally." I think. We'll find out before long."

"What. You," the waiter instinctively became alert. She just wanted to ask something. Suddenly. A strange puff of light smoke emanates from the ceiling. Then. The people around me fainted one after another inexplicably. And she herself inexplicably felt that her head was getting more and more swollen. Everything around is getting more and more blurry. It's as if I accidentally fell into a boat that keeps rocking. I can't stand on my feet. The body is getting lighter and lighter. Gradually, the feeling is going to float up. Meantime. The vision is getting more and more dim. Little by little, consciousness disappears eventually. Eventually, only darkness remained

The "Aftertaste Restaurant", which was in business hours, suddenly pulled down the curtain door. And hang a "temporarily closed" signboard on the outside. aroused the curiosity of the surrounding passers-by. But because of the restaurant design. So that everyone can't see inside. It is also impossible to understand the inside of the restaurant. Naturally, there's no way to know what's going on. No matter what's going on inside. For passers-by in a hurry. It's just a trivia that doesn't matter to you. No one really cares. No one will really care. Man is such a selfish creature. Not necessarily. I don't want to spend too much time on other things that have nothing to do with me. In the bustling noisy streets. The "Aftertaste Restaurant", which was inexplicably closed, stood there alone. And then gradually drowned in the numb crowd. It's like an ordinary stone

"Oh. That's right. I haven't introduced myself yet." Inside the restaurant. The man was holding bitter coffee. Looking down at the waiter who passed out in a coma. Said with a polite smile. My name is Tao Ran. Nice to meet you."

Fifty-two behind-the-scenes culprits

(on board)

Tang Peng looked at the "Aftertaste Restaurant" information in his hand silently. The expression on his face became more and more solemn. A pair of deep eyes gradually darkened. The brow is also getting deeper and deeper, and this 'aftertaste restaurant' has only been built in recent months. And it's all in the middle of the night in the isolation state of construction, I always feel that something is wrong. But from the information there is no problem in addition. The restaurant has never had any promotional activities since it opened, as if it didn't care about its bottom line. Something is absolutely wrong. But where is the problem, it may come up. It's just that I'm too careful. Tao Ran, this guy asked me to meet at this restaurant at this time. There must be quirkiness. If I were Tao Ran

The invisible pressure made Tang Peng a little tired. As a last resort. He had no choice but to put down the information. Close your eyes and let out a long sigh. Adjust your messy thoughts a little and open your eyes. I found that Li Han and the little ghost next to me were staring at themselves strangely with a pair of eyes.

"What's wrong?" Tang Peng looked back at them. Asked suspiciously.

The little imp swallowed his saliva. Pale face. Bite one's tongue. Turning to look out the window:

"Nothing. I'm just a little motion sick."

"Motion sickness." Tang Peng frowned slightly. Turning his head to look at Li Han." What the hell is going on. Is there something on my face?"

Li Han's eyes widened. looked at Tang Peng with a smile that seemed to be not smiling. Open your mouth to say something. But I endured it again. And so on and so on several times. Suddenly he turned around and pulled out a small mirror from his pocket. Hand it directly to Tang Peng:

"Please take a picture of yourself with it. Then tell me what you see."

Tang Peng ignored him. But in the reflective mirror, he still vaguely reflected his appearance at this time: an extremely exaggerated exploding head wig. A pair of heavy to exaggerated lace glasses. A face with folds like orange peel. and a mouthful of white. Bright buckteeth

Li Han tilted his head and looked at him. With a look of amazement. The small mobile phone hidden in his hand keeps ** non-stop:

"Too much personality. It's so performance art."

"It's not very convenient for me to show up in public right now. That's why I put on makeup."

"No need to explain. I understand. Totally understood," he said. Li Han kept looking at the photos just now." These photos will be published to readers. I don't know what kind of vibration it will cause, this phone is worth buying. It's definitely worth it."

"Compared to this. I'm more curious about what you're doing with a little mirror as a big boy."

"Squeeze the pimples. Can't you?"

Tang Peng drooped his eyelids. Don't bother to pay attention to him. Turning to the driver in front of him, he asked. Mr. Driver. Please ask. How long will it take to get to the 'Aftertaste Restaurant'."

The driver stretched out a trembling hand. Pointing to the intersection ahead:

"After the intersection ahead, we still have about ten kilometers to get there. This. This big brother. You. You're sure it's a Pekingese dog."

Talking. The driver glanced at Bart who was squatting in the passenger seat. Cold sweat flowed

"Rest assured. That's a Pekingese dog."

The driver swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. The back twitched uncontrollably:

"Yes. But it doesn't look like it."

"New variety. It's just a little fat."

"Whew." Fierce. Bart turned his head and howled wolf at Tang Peng. Mouth bared and bared a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"Ahh It. It was just called. It was a wolf howling just now. Definitely a wolf howl." The driver "snorted" a sharp brake. Sweating profusely, he looked back at the three people in the back seat. The sound just now. Did you hear that? Didn't hear that?"

And in the back seat. Tang Peng and the others looked disapproving. No one cares at all. Li Han was a little impatient and urged the driver to drive quickly:

"It's time to drive. We were in a hurry. Don't be suspicious. You just heard me wrong."

"Yes. But"

"Mr. Driver." Tang Peng smiled and comforted the driver. Try to calm him down." Thank you for your hard work this time. We'll be sure to talk to Wanli when we go back. Let him raise your salary twice."

The driver glanced at Bart next to him. The sweat still flows. But the thought of double the salary. In the end, I still have my heart crossed." Spelled. It's just a Pekingese dog."

The sedan is like going crazy. He slammed into the intersection ahead

And at this time. Chen Weiwei, who was checking the information in front of the computer at home, suddenly heard a text message prompt ring. He looked up. Found the phone thrown on the pillow at the head of the bed. It's some distance from the computer desk. Focused, he didn't bother to get up. I didn't care. Still looking at the information on the computer. But the interval reminder of the mobile phone text message rang again and again. The noise upset him. As a last resort. He stood up. Walk to the bedside and pull out your phone. Impatiently click on it to view. You can see the content of the text message. He froze. His face turned pale:

"'Abacus Criminal Pass' Chen Weiwei. Long admired the daimyo. Your friend Chen Xi is in our hands. If you don't want something to happen to him. Just before eight o'clock tonight, the culprits of several recent human bombings were brought to the 'Aftertaste Restaurant'. Obsolete does not wait."