Spreading panic doesn't need to be earth-shattering at all.

You just have to say that the facts are extreme, and the panic can spread quickly.

Xiao also briefly talked about the secret story of the "broken corpse" that may have happened, and said a few words.

Before he could say in detail who the victim was, what he looked like, what the murderer's motive was, and how he dismembered the body, Lanzerim's mind had already written a terrifying and thriller script on his own.

Most people are scared to death by their own exaggerated imaginations, and Lanzerim is no exception.

After simulating "contact" with this not simple rumor, Lanzerim's body quickly showed her inner fear.

She always looked at the glass window of the tavern from time to time, and she always subconsciously stared at the dark shadow when it passed by.

His palms were sweaty, and Lanzerim was restless and inattentive throughout the night shift, and his mind was constantly plumping up the "criminal" to commit crimes.

"Served."

Shaw put the wine he had ordered on the bar, expecting Lanzerim, who had been standing around the bar, to hear what he said.

It's just that Lanzerim has been standing there with his arms folded all the time, motionless.

"Hey, get on the table."

Shaw pulled out the bell, and Lanzerim overreacted to the rumors.

Shaw tapped lightly on the bar, and Lanzerim shifted to a standing position, unmoved.

"It's served."

Shaw could only finally ring the bell, and the crunch of the bell "ding" pulled Lanzerim back from his crankiness.

Lanzerim turned back to the bar, staring at the glass of wine in deep thought.

She needed to recall which table of guests had ordered the creamy cocktail "Winter in the Northland".

She picked up the wine and turned to look at the individual guests sitting at the high table in the dim light.

Which table?

Lanzerim's gaze slowly swept over the Quichy Chyma, the female expert who looked at her nails boredly, and Wheatton, who came to borrow wine from time to time......

No, no, no, it doesn't seem like they're them.

Lanzerim turned around a little dazedly and saw Shaw shaking his head at her.

"The one in the corner."

Shaw took a closer look at Lanzerim's reaction as he turned around again.

Lanzerim began to look around, looking for the gentleman sitting in the corner.

Okay, she didn't even have an impression of the gentleman in that corner, it was obvious that she was in a daze just now, Xiao Fu exhaled silently.

"Has he been here? Ahhh......h He brought a hat today. ”

Lanzerim looked at it for a moment, but she didn't recognize the regular customer, and after a moment she felt a little ridiculous that the regular customer had just a hat.

"He's been quiet, always in the corner. Did he order a drink, I really didn't seem to hear him greet me. ”

Lanzerim knew she had gone too far today, but she was at least responsive to the calls of her guests.

"Traditionally, he drank this creamy concoction every time he came, and I naturally remembered it."

Lanzerim shrugged, at least she hadn't gotten into a daze to the point where she had forgotten the echo of her guests.

Shaw watched as Lanzerim took the wine away, and he looked at the young man who had been entrenched in an inconspicuous corner for many years, and fell into deep thought.

This young man, if it weren't for the accidental sweep of him, Xiao really wouldn't have noticed him in the first place.

Shaw tapped his fingers on the table, and as Shambhala came over to see what was going on in his mind, Shaw began to look closely at the usual guests who came to the tavern.

Why Shambhala would come out of his way to check on him and Lanzerim's brains, Shaw knew too well.

Because the environment of the tavern is so special, all kinds of people make a living here, and Xiao, as a bartender at the bar, can see many things very clearly at night.

He couldn't tell if the person who caught Shambhala's attention would haunt the tavern.

It is always possible to be careful in everything, Mr. Xiao put this sentence on his lips, and he began to look more carefully at the regular customers of the wine pipe.

The youth in this corner, who does not seem to be affected by Shambhala's search, have been reporting to the tavern every day after the ban has been lifted.

Xiao set his eyes on the person at Quichy's table, he could understand that Quisi was so active in coming to the tavern to consume, and Quichy's life was very stressful, and her financial pillar was born in the tavern.

Whether it's Quisi Peach or the duck who gives a good shot in Quisi Fruit's business, they eat in the tavern, and there is a reason why they actively come to the tavern.

What about the Ingallists...... Xiao rolled his eyes and glanced around.

Some people rely on the family to eat, and some people come here to get drunk Wheatstone when something doesn't go their way, and there are people who can't talk with medals like Roman a while ago.

Shaw looks at all kinds of people every day.

Shaw's gaze returned, he didn't know where the man in the corner came from, and he, the bartender, had only a handful of opportunities to come into contact with the guests.

Shaw tossed the flapping pot, and the familiar sound of flirting wine rang out from the bar.

……

Lanzerim put the wine in front of the young man, she could move around, so she would know the features and details of the tavern guests better than Shaw.

The young man's bangs were very long, and he covered his eyes, and when Lanzerim looked up, he could only see the young man's thick bangs.

“…… We do it for you according to your usual habit of ordering alcohol. ”

With most of the young man's facial expressions missing from his eyes obscured, Lanzerim stood up straight and lowered his gaze slightly.

It's actually dangerous to watch people eager, especially as a bartender in a tavern.

"You ...... It's really sweet. ”

The young man spoke, and Lanzerim confirmed by his voice that this was the first time she had heard the young man speak, and that it was unmistakable, that the human voice was always unique.

As the young man spoke, his hand that had been hanging down was put on the table in a bit of a panic, and his fingers were nervously rubbed.

His body language is much better understood than the heavy Iron Curtain bangs.

Lanzerim thought silently in her heart, her gaze moving down and glancing quickly at the young man.

"This is what we should do, and you can always come to me if you need to."

Lanzerim stumbled upon the young man's restless finger as he scanned his gaze.

He has a visible gray callus on his fingers and a scar on his index finger.

She turned around and began to remember what she had just seen. Just after Lanzerim left calmly, the young man's head, which had been a little lowered, was slightly raised.

The thick bangs do not mean that the young man cannot see Lanzerim, on the contrary, he has normal vision.

Wearing a hat indoors is a rather eye-catching move, with heavy bangs that make it difficult to see the real face, and the last thing that makes people more memorable is the rough cocoons on the fingers.

The calluses in specific areas of the fingers directly represent that the young man's fingers are constantly touching things.

Lanzerim walked over to the bar and watched as Shaw washed his hands.

"People with thick calluses on their fingers think of what profession do you associate ......"

She turned around and whispered, unaware that the young man was looking at her.

"Calluses, right, let me think about it."

Shaw was tightening the faucet, his eyes rolling.

"Workers who often hold rough things, lumberjacks, house-builders, stonecarvers, typists, and pickpockets that I used to come into contact with as a child......"

People whose fingers are often in contact with hard surfaces will have more or less calluses on their fingers, and as for very thick calluses, it is a different matter.

"Why are there pickpockets ......"

The youth could see Lanzerim talking to the bartender, but he didn't know what they were talking about.

"You should know what a pickpocket does, to do things like tongs bags. I remember when I was a kid I heard older kids say that they had to practice clamping soap tablets in hot water. ”

Shaw's childhood is the childhood of all poor mining families.

Soap is already oily and slippery when it encounters water, let alone hot water?

"In order to clamp things quickly and well, the hands they specialize in clamping things are these three fingers......"

Xiao stretched out his palm, the first three hands, the thumb, index finger, and middle finger, which are the three fingers that can be most skillfully controlled without special exercise.

"Because I practiced a lot, the calluses on my fingers grew longer and thicker, and the clamps became more and more stable, and finally I couldn't even clamp the soap in the boiling water, let alone the things in my pockets."

Xiao said that the shrug of disbelief was all what he had heard, and there was no guarantee that it would be true, but at least eight or nine percent of it was credible.

"And what about the rest of the fingers, don't they use them?"

Lanzerim's hands were blistered from boiling water, and she didn't know how the men managed to make soap flakes in the boiling water.

Maybe it was forced by life, Lanzerim remembered clearly that the young man's fingers were calloused.

"I don't know what to do, maybe they're of other use. Why did you ask this question all of a sudden? ”

Xiao glanced around, the night was quiet and peaceful, and the mysterious Mr. Blue group was a lot more honest after the Shambhala sweep, and they hardly came.

The young man in the corner, keeping his head down, turned out to have thick bangs, calluses on his fingers, and a scar on one of his fingers. I only noticed it today, and I heard him speak for the first time. ”

"I know him, he always came to the bar to order a drink when you were being messed around with those guys, so I'll remember what he used to drink."

Shaw recalled, because of the blind spot, he could see the back of the man's well-maintained hand, and there was no way to get the thick calluses of his fingers.

"Maybe I'm getting a little nervous after hearing your rumors......"

It seems that there is nothing special about this young man.

Lanzerim didn't understand why, she saw the scars on the young man's fingers and subconsciously tightened her scalp.

“…… You can't go wrong with being careful. ”

Shaw looked at Lanzerim, and he felt the inexplicable panic that Lanzerim felt.

Lanzerim replied with a heavy heart, and the night's work gradually came to an end.

The emerald peach grains were not harvested, she drank the tea and couldn't wait for Xiao's pineapple, and left depressed.

Shaw rubbed the bar and looked at the scattered customers, thinking that he didn't need to use his frozen pineapple today, and Lanzerim, who was caught off guard, patted him.

Xiao was photographed inexplicably, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the young man sitting in the corner leaving his seat and walking towards the door.

"Hey!"

Xiao was photographed in a crooked vest lan zerim really smoked today and shouted that he should not have a nervous tendency in his brainy behavior.

"He went out with Quichy, does he do that often......"

Lanzerim had just watched Trysicum walk on her front foot, and the young man on her back foot left his seat.

"I didn't pay attention, I'll pay attention to it later."

Shaw glanced at the table in the corner, leaving half a glass to drink the rest of.

He hadn't paid much attention to it, but it was rare for him to fall out when the guests were so scattered.

……

Sent by the devil, Lanzerim ran back to his dormitory in the middle of the night tonight.

She woke Angeli, and as she listened to Angeli's muffled grumbling, she somehow suddenly spoke.

"Angeli, do you know why I rushed back tonight......"

"You have to be quiet while others are sleeping......"

Lanzer heard Angeli's spit in the dark room.

"You're sick, aren't you coming back...... Annoying ......"

"Because there are dead people on Star Island, I heard that the corpses were thrown on the rocky beach of the lake behind the take-off and landing platform."

Lanzerim listened to Angeli's quiet before she spoke.

Angeli was quiet for a long time, she thought Angelie was asleep.

Lanzerim just wanted to talk to people about the terrible rumors at that moment, as if spreading fear to others was something he wanted to do subconsciously.

Sharing her fear doesn't reduce her fear by half a point, but at least emotional sharing is a virtue.

Just as Lanzerim was unbraiding his braids in the dark, Angeli said coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's really fake?"

Angeli was still half asleep, and then she was scared to the point of sobering.

She is the kind of little girl who will panic for a few days when she sees a madman, and Angeli, who has a superior family, has really never been exposed to this form of death.

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