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Downtown Los Angeles is a place where history meets modernity, with masterpieces from some of the world's biggest names – the 1928 City Hall (8) that reminds you of Superman's work, the Spanish architect Rafael Moneo's Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, and design geek Frank Gehry's "metal monster" Disney Concert Hall not far away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, it is almost impossible to see people here during the day, and it is only popular at night. The most popular place is, of course, the nightclub, and DLo's good nightclub is located on Nanshan Road in the center of the city, the nightclub also inherits the concept of the great architect, the combination of history and modernity - the nightclub is called "Sky", the original old-fashioned building has completely lost its appearance, it has been transformed into a modern neon building with a mixture of pink and blue, and the door is crowded with men and women, who are dressed up and queued up in a long line, in order to let the gatekeeper let himself in.

Several beautiful women in hot clothes and full breasts squeezed forward, and the two strong men at the door nodded after reviewing them, and the women almost screamed happily, and they were all let go. Yes, the guarantee of being too ugly, too fat, and too dirty turtle will not be able to enter.

A sports car roared in, attracting the attention of the queue, and the car slowly stopped at the door of the sky. People who know the goods call out "Bugatti", some people even take out their mobile phones to take photos, and regular customers whistle and shout: "DLo!"

D'Angelo and Mark stepped out of the car in a salute, and the parking boy ran up with a smile on his face, taking the car keys and the tip of the 100 yuan bill thrown by DLo.

The doorman at the door took the initiative to open the way for them and open the door.

The sound of loud music pouring out of the cracks in the door excites the queue even more, with women screaming and men casting envious glances.

Pink and blue tones are the main thing, and like all nightclubs, the dance floor is packed with hormones-pumping young men and women with famous DJs, dynamic music and dazzling projection lights. The pink lamppost bar was packed, and a few handsome bartenders were almost busy.

In such a noisy place, you can't even hear you shouting close to your ears, how can you talk about things? If you think so, you're wrong. The bikini beauties who lead the way lead them into a pink fluorescent elevator, which is where VIPs can enter, and the mystery of the "sky" lies.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, the world became quiet, and not even a sound could be heard.

The beauty pressed the elevator button, and there were only two buttons on the elevator L and V - L is the lobby, V is the vault sky, and the interesting thing is that the word Vault has the meaning of both dome and basement.

Unable to ignore the hips in front of him, D'Angelo cast a slightly meaningful gaze at Mark.

Mark didn't expect DLo to bring him to the sky, as a sports star, his taste is quite quality, Mark smiled in response.

The elevator sank all the way, and the place they were going to was the basement of the original building, and the real "sky" was membership, yes, not everyone was eligible to enter. The "premium enjoyment" offered here is not comparable to other nightclubs in Los Angeles, and the privacy is even better.

With a smile on her face, she asked the guest to get off the elevator, and then stopped, she turned around gracefully, and still threw a wink at the black superstar before getting on the elevator.

The waiters immediately came up to lead the way, and they were dressed in white shirts and black trousers, with perfect postures and smiles. The heavy black door slowly opened, and a huge domed building appeared in front of you, like an old European church, with dim lighting, but appropriately creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

The bar in the middle of the hall was the brightest, with a large rectangular stone pillar supporting the dome with black copper oil lamps hanging from the stone pillars, and huge crystal chandeliers hanging in the more open space, each with thirty or forty candles burning. The rectangular bar is surrounded by a number of guests, and the bartender is serving elaborate cocktails, the stone wall of the main hall is carved with a stone sculpture of a gargoyle, and the half-arc light cast above makes the gargoyle even more eerie, and there are seats scattered around the main hall where guests sit in twos and threes, drinking and chatting; modern products are deliberately weakened here, the computer is placed behind the stone pillar, and the foreman is busy managing customer orders in front of the computer.

The elegant brown mahogany cabinet at the bar sits a variety of wines, and on the wooden cabinet hangs a huge transparent curtain with a golden projection on it, like a woman in a cloak with outstretched arms, but there seem to be two faces under the arms.

D'Angelo was confused every time he saw the projection, and somehow he found the image both chilling and fascinating, and he stared at it every time he came.

He couldn't help but sigh, "She's really like the Phoenix girl in the X-Men." ”

Suddenly feeling that his words were a little childish, he couldn't help but blush a little, and glanced back at Mark.

Mark said: "Pretty much, they're all women with superpowers. ”

"Do you know who she is?"

Mark nodded, "She's Bean-Sidhe." ”

"Ban ......" D'Angelo couldn't pronounce this strange sound.

Mark smiled and said, "Or Banshee, the Banshee, she has three sides." Mark pointed to the middle of the face, "a solemn golden lady, a young and graceful woman in green, and a scruffy and ugly gray-robed witch." ”

Although D'Angelo has only played since he was a child and does not know much about reading, he is still interested in these mysterious stories.

"You know that very well. ”

Mark was about to say something when he suddenly heard his name called.

"Mark!"

At a table in the corner, a person who stood up waved at him and continued to whisper to him, "Mark." ”

D'Angelo also recognized it, and the man was a big star.

"Johnny!"

Johnny Depp wears a black short-sleeved shirt, a white vest, half-length hair, and black-rimmed glasses.

Mark hugged him and nodded to the two ladies at the table with him.

"Why don't you come to LA and don't go to my poisonous snake, run to the sky!"

Mark shook his head helplessly and said, "Aren't you here yourself?"

Viper Viper, Johnny's music bar on the sunset-strip, was a popular performer on the stage, compared to Roxy, an established music show on the same street.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and because they each brought their friends, they ended the conversation hastily. Of course, on such occasions, they will not ask a word that should not be asked, which is the clearest dividing line between communication.

Mark said he was embarrassed, D'Angelo walked in front, and the two walked into the box area deep in the stone wall.

Walking through the black doors, D'Angelo couldn't help but spy on the picture of the door, what kind of story was playing out.

If in the first few years of his fame, he was fascinated by black hip-pop clubs, carnival dance floor clubs, or stripclubs, but after a few years, he found it boring and no fun. Once, he went to the most famous tattoo parlor in Los Angeles, and the normal booking was a year or two later. When he went to get a new tattoo, by chance, he met Riley Wittgenstein, the owner of the "sky", and he turned out to be his own fan. This friendship made D'Angelo eligible to enter and exit the old club that "this black man rarely has the opportunity to enter".

Here, he figured out what "mystery" is and the unique pleasure it can bring.

He walked to a door and stopped, he stood there and waited for a few seconds, although he didn't understand the principle of this high-tech, he knew that it was scanning his own signal, so he was the only one in the world who could open this door.

He stepped aside and invited the guest to come in before following up.

The room was very large, and he often had visual errors about the space with its huge dome, and he always felt that his mansion in Beverly Hills was larger, more comfortable, and more relaxing. Perhaps because of the dark furnishings and furnishings, it looks extra empty and deep.

He may bring friends or guests, as he does today, but he will never bring a woman. If you really need a woman, there are all kinds of women here, and there are all kinds of tricks. He thinks he's a master of his sister, but, wow, after coming here to see it, he knows what an eye-opener is, and what is a supreme enjoyment.

Alcohol relaxes everyone, and with that in mind, he proposed, "What do you want to drink?"

D'Angelo unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to the wine cabinet in the room.

"MillerLite!"

Mark walked over to the couch and sat down.

D'Angelo picked at his thick black eyebrows like caterpillars and asked, "Just light beer?"

He couldn't help laughing in his heart, how can he look like a sissy, drink like a woman, and have a light beer!

Mark smiled and said in his heart: The Smith family's drinking has never been won or lost, but the beer himself only drinks light beer, low Callow, and he is very careful about his diet and figure.

Jenny's "very important friend x5", and judging from his familiarity with Johnny Depp just now, this sissy identity is very unusual, D'Angelo wants to be as polite as possible, he let out a long breath and walked towards the refrigerator behind him. Well, it is worthy of the "sky", there is actually a "Miller light beer" in the refrigerator, of course, if not, he will order it immediately, and someone will immediately send it to the box.

D'Angelo opened the beer and handed it over. I got myself a glass of whiskey from a glass bottle with ice. He sat down in the most comfortable position for him, face to face with Mark.

"Cheers. He spoke first.

Mark took a sip of his own light beer and placed it on the table, which was a signal to start the conversation officially.

Opening.

"If I'm not mistaken," Mark continued, "before entering the NBA, you were on the Buckeyes basketball team at The Ohio State University. ”

"That's right! I used to play for the Russian University!"

D'Angelo Russell, who is a point guard and shooting guard, was named No. 13 in the Class of 2014 by ESPN for his outstanding performance with the Buckeyes — becoming the first rookie player in Ohio State history to record a triple-double in a game on Feb. 9, 2015.

13 represents a bad omen.

At the beginning of his tenure for the Lakers, he was often stamped as "unlucky DLo" by media comments because of this unlucky number, and was called "unlucky 13" by fans!

To be honest, he doesn't like to talk about college, it's all history.

Silent.

Mark had already guessed the psychology of DLo, he didn't want to go around in circles, he wanted to get to the point of the problem, he said: "Do you know a person named Costa Carlagorgio at the University of Russia?"

Of course I know! The relationship between the two in the photo is obviously very good, but Mark wants to see the DLo's reaction.

D'Angelo's reaction was two beats slower, as he never thought it would be such a problem.

But then, his face changed, a very complicated color.

Mark guessed that there was anger, confusion, and panic.

However, DLo has been in the City of Angels for ten years, after all, he is a person who has been baptized by this city of fame and fortune, he made himself as calm as possible, adjusted his sitting position, and he turned his gaffe just now into a kind of thinking about the past, "Costa...... I remembered that he was a member of our varsity football team. He deliberately paused himself, and added a sad tone: "It's a tragedy, there are always people who are not used to the cruel game, I heard that his brain is broken, so he will shoot himself before a good future." ”

"Do you know him?" asked Mark.

"What do you mean?" the repetitive question obviously made D'Angelo a little unhappy.

"Back then, did you correspond with him often?"

"Nope. He's on the soccer team, I'm on the basketball team, and we're training on different venues and at different times! ”

Such an urgent move to clear up the relationship was also expected by Mark.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

Obviously, D'Angelo couldn't keep his calm face anymore, and he said angrily: "What the hell do you want to ask?"

"I said, I want to know, what happened to Costa before he died. ”

"I don't care who you are, I think I'm done talking to you!" D'Angelo put down his glass heavily, and the wine spilled on the coffee table, he stood up, picked up the room phone and dialed, and whispered a few words to the person who answered the phone.

D'Angelo walked to the door, where he was waiting.

Again, Mark is waiting.

After a moment of silence, there was a ticking sound from the intercom at the door, but D'Angelo did not answer and opened the door directly.

A burly man barged in, and he yelled, "Which bastard is causing trouble? Let Ray dismantle him!"

D'Angelo squeezed a few words out of his mouth: "Ray! help me get this 'gentleman' out!"

Ray looked annoyed, "You son of a bitch!" he scolded as he walked over to Mark.

He stretched out his bear claws and firmly grasped Mark's arms, hugged them in his arms, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Damn bastard, you won't tell me when you come!"

Mark let the strong man put his arms around him, smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry! Actually, I didn't come to see you." ”

Ray gently lowered Mark as if to protect priceless Chinese porcelain, but in fact Ray knew that he was carefully putting down a nuclear warhead.

"Leslie, how's the tattoo parlor?"

"Oh my God, please forget my original name, call me Ray!" he sighed, "The shop is great, do you want to get a tattoo?"

The strong man in front of him is Mark's exclusive tattoo artist. The three "Chinese characters" invented by Chris on Mark's arm were tattooed by Leslie. Mark likes Chinese characters, but he wants to be special, so Chris gives him the idea to create several characters that look like Chinese characters for his uncle, such as the first character is a variant of "龍", the meaning of which is only known to the two of them.

Raisley turned out to be a woman who opened a tattoo parlor in Los Angeles, and business was so good that it was very good. But one day she suddenly decided not to be a woman, so she went for sex reassignment surgery. Then, when he appeared in front of Mark again, Mark could only applaud and praise the person who did the surgery for "did-a-hell-of-job!" The result is the product in front of you, this strong man named Lei.

D'Angelo stared dumbfounded. I met the boss of "Firmament" in Ray's shop, they should care about their friendship with themselves, I thought that Ray would beat this sissy and throw it out of the "Firmament", it was best to teach him a lesson, let him learn to be obedient, and stay away from his life forever.

Two more bald bodyguards in black appeared at the door, and Riley Wittgenstein walked out from behind them, just like David Letterman appeared on the show, elegant and free.

"Riley, how is your knee?" asked Mark.

"I'm old, I'm old, but I can still move. "Riley's accent is like that of Sean Connery.

Mark smiled.

Wittgenstein wore a tailor-made English suit with a gold tie and a "V" on the cuffs of his shirt.

Although Wittgenstein was an aristocrat in Los Angeles, he was only running business for the Smith family.

"Why is the little boss here?" Riley immediately heard a report from the people in the monitoring room, saying that DLo's private room was in trouble, and when he came to take a look, he realized that it was Mark Smith, the successor of the Smith family, although Mark was unwilling to take over at all, but a group of brothers had already recognized his status in their hearts. Riley looked at the confrontation in the house, DLo was like a fried cat, guarded. He cautiously asked Mark what he was going to do next.

Mark shrugged and said, "I have something to talk to him, you all go down first!"

Once everyone had left the room, everything fell silent.

D'Angelo's fingers began to tremble, as if something was pressing against his chest, making him want to roar in protest, but he couldn't. This feeling of breathlessness is not like the nervousness before the final, on the contrary, it is far from that feeling.

At this time, Mark unfastened the cufflinks, walked to the edge of the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and slowly took a picture from his pocket and put it on the bar, and pushed it out in the direction where DLo was standing.

It's the photo of Costa before he died, the photo with DLo, or the selfie.

Mark said softly: "I don't want to be too wordy, today you will either die or tell you everything you know!"

The sound sent a shudder to D'Angelo.

Mark at this moment is like that golden projection, the banshee of Irish mythology.