"BLUE" is the name of a coffee shop. The store is not big, and corpses of ants can sometimes be found in the sugar jars. The coffee is not very delicious. In fact, who can drink it any different? Come to this place.
People just sit there and play with their melancholy, and see if they can catch a few people of the opposite sex who are as "cynical" as themselves, and then they can do some vulgar things together.
This afternoon, the business in the store was about the same as usual, relatively deserted, but one thing was very strange. There was a CLOSE sign hanging at the door of the store, and there were no waiters at the bar or in the lobby. But the customers were still sitting there.
There, they were reading newspapers, shaking their feet, eating small cakes, and drinking small cups of coffee. I don’t know who brought it to them.
Finally, a man stood up, walked to the middle of the room, gently tapped the glass on the table with a spoon, and said, "Thank you very much for coming today. I am honored to participate in and host this meeting."
Everyone in the room was looking at the man at this moment. Although no one spoke, they seemed to be very calm about what was happening in front of them.
The man continued: "Not long ago, in the city we are in, an inspector discovered a dangerous 'item'. I believe everyone here is aware of its impact. Now that item has been passed by S
The city's ghost hunters will keep it for safekeeping, but like every similar item before, we don't know what will happen next." He paused and continued: "In this meeting, we must work out a plan.
An effective set of measures, based on..."
"This coffee tastes really bad, don't you think?" A voice suddenly sounded. This complaint interrupted the man's speech and attracted everyone's attention.
This is a corner location. Xiao Lei is sitting there, dressed like a housewife, without makeup. Obviously she wants to be low-key today, so she chose such an inconspicuous location alone, but she just made a statement
The person who complained was sitting across from her.
In fact, the opposite side of Xiao Lei was empty just now, but the moment that complaint rang out, a young man wearing a black casual suit appeared on the seat, holding a cup of wine that came out of nowhere.
coffee.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and slowly walked towards the man who spoke, "Mr. Sun, don't look at me with that disgusting look, I'm bringing you good news."
Mr. Sun said calmly: "Who do you think you are? Devil, do you know the meaning of walking into this room?"
Vincent smiled and stopped: "Why don't you ask the guys at the door how I got in?" He snapped his fingers, and the world outside the door was instantly dyed red with a chaotic blood color. Through the coffee house
Through the glass display window, you can clearly see that the street outside is empty but covered with broken stones.
"The descendants of GIANTS are so vulnerable. Could it be that the 'Regent Council' couldn't find better doormen? Haha..." He walked behind the bar and opened the coffee pot: "Olympa
During the Battle of Sri Lanka, their ancestors were much more powerful."
Mr. Sun did not look at the rubble for too long, then turned around and replied: "It means you have the ability to forcefully enter here, but so what? You can neither interfere with our decisions nor threaten our personal safety, let alone you..."
Even Satan himself..."
"Ah..." Vincent interrupted Mr. Sun's words by waving his fingers: "My Lord Regent, please don't make any dangerous conjectures. Even if my boss flirts with Hecate at the dinner of the gods, it has nothing to do with you.
He started making coffee with a satisfied look on his face: "I came here today not to 'change' anything, but to 'convey' something. Obviously, I have received the 'highest level' instruction, so I
You can go anywhere and do anything, otherwise I really wouldn’t dare to smash the heads of those guys outside, let alone come in and talk to you like this.”
Mr. Sun's expression changed slightly: "If the 'parliament' wants to convey its decision, why not tell us directly, but through you, who comes from hell..."
Vincent interrupted him again: "Mr. Sun, who told you that 'parliament' is the highest level?"
All the regents in the room were silent, and a terrible conclusion flashed through everyone's mind.
Vincent said: "This matter is decided directly by the highest level, and the opinions of the regents are no longer needed. I regret to tell you that you don't even have the right to watch."
The old man closest to the bar put down the newspaper in his hand and looked directly into Vincent's eyes: "But, with your level, how did you get involved?"
Vincent picked up the coffee he had just brewed: "I am not obligated to answer this kind of question, but I can still satisfy everyone's curiosity." He took a sip of coffee: "Well... in view of the long time here,
In the history of human civilization, several of my colleagues and I have performed outstandingly in various incidents. The senior officials believe that we are fully capable of serving as the top executors of this game. The Parliament will also send executors for this operation and obey us.
Mr. Sun added: "How do I know you are not a liar? After all, you are a very high-ranking being in hell. Maybe this is some kind of conspiracy that Satan asked you to instigate."
Vincent shrugged and said: "The message I want to convey today is just to keep you out of the matter. If you have any questions, you can contact the 'parliament' directly. I think the response you will hear will be the same, that is...
He stuck out his tongue: "No shit!"
The regents were speechless. In fact, the reason why they held the regent meeting today was because they did not receive any clear instructions after communicating with the parliament.
Vincent held his cheek in one hand and leaned lazily on the bar: "Okay everyone, let's adjourn the meeting. While you are wasting time here with this bureaucratic style, I have already completed a lot of work."
He took another sip of coffee: "This is the gap..."
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At the same time, at Yan Li's home.
She was sitting lazily on the sofa watching boring news. Suddenly, the TV picture became blurry and the fluorescent lights in the room flickered frequently. All this lasted for a few seconds and then stopped. It seemed that the voltage in the building was just insufficient.
stable.
But Yan Li always felt that something was wrong. She turned around almost instinctively and saw a strange young man standing behind the sofa.
"Hello, my name is Sid." He looked to be about sixteen years old, with a pretty face that girls would envy, and eyes as pure as a baby. His teacher Vincent always described him like this
: This face gives people the impression that his kindness can almost flow out of his ears.
But this guy is also a devil.
Before Yan Li could speak, Sid rushed over and said, "This is kidnapping, but I won't hurt you. Basically, I just want you to change the environment and continue to sit on the sofa and watch TV. You should have guessed that this is
Wang Xu is related, but I can’t explain the details. I’m just following the orders from my superiors. Don’t try to escape, of course you won’t be able to escape. No one will come to harass you, and you won’t be under house arrest for too long.
After a long time, when the game is over, you will be free." He finished all these words without giving Yan Li a chance to interrupt, and then put his hand on her shoulder, and the two of them fell into each other in an instant.
disappeared from this room.
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At the same time, Paranormal Detective Agency.
Qi Bing and Albert fell asleep in the room. For the next eight hours, it was Wang Xu's turn to stare at the hatchet on the table in a daze. Just as he was using the hatchet to cut ham into the instant noodles
At that moment, a brown-haired man suddenly appeared in front of him.
Simon was still the same, arrogant and cold, with eyes full of contempt for mortals. Unlike Sid's thoughtful kidnapping rhetoric, Simon didn't bother to say much at all. He looked directly at the stunned Wang Xu and said: "Seven days later,
Times Square, New York, bring a hatchet."
Wang Xu had messy hair and was wearing clothes and pants that hadn't been changed in two days. He was hunched over. He had a ham sausage in his left hand and a hatchet in his right hand. He blinked a few times and said, "This, this, this...this...Ximen Da Xia, I
I haven't mastered that trick yet, can I give it an extension of thirty to fifty years..."
Simon completely ignored Wang Xu's complaints and dropped a bombshell before disappearing: "If you don't show up by then, Yan Li's soul will immediately return to the sea of the underworld."
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At the same time, a Honda car was parked in the parking lot of a large supermarket. Because of the confusion between skim milk and whole milk last time, his wife scolded him hysterically, causing the car owner to make a decisive decision to double-check before driving.
Make sure you have purchased all the items on your shopping list.
He was doing this boring thing with his eyes empty, when a pale and pale face suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror.
Woody is still Woody, with his obscene laughter and his glasses glowing with white light.
"Is it about the hatchet?" Mr. Cat didn't say hello to him, but asked directly.
"Hey hey hey... that thing is just an admission ticket. In your Chinese martial arts novels, it is a hero's ticket to participate in the martial arts conference."
It only took Master Mao about a second to understand the deeper meaning of this sentence: "So, when the thing comes into Wang Xu's hands, it is fate?"
"Hey...what do you think..."
"I don't have a hero post in my hand, why are you looking for me?"
Woody's smile became even brighter: "Games...it has to have a few special guests or something to be interesting. Vincent and I agree that you should be one."
"I am not interested."
Woody started laughing wildly: "Hahahaha... interesting... so funny! Man! See you in New York!" After saying this, he disappeared into the back seat with laughter, as if he had never appeared.
