No one remembers the specific time when it started to rain. It lasted for almost a week. Many people were looking forward to the end of winter soon, but the continuous spring rain that was waiting did not please many people. On the contrary, the humid climate
, it has not completely warmed up yet, and the temperature is even colder than winter, which makes people miss the good things of winter.
At least you can still see the dazzling sunshine. You can spread out a soft mat and lie comfortably on the grass to bask in the sun until the evening. What I miss is this scene. During the spring rain, I feel like staying outside for more time.
It will become so damp that it will become covered with mold.
Ghana City, a medium-sized city in the Principality of Yingans, has been shrouded in this endless drizzle for a long time. The ground is wet, covered with yellow mud brought from the muddy road outside the city, and is sticky.
One piece after another cannot be washed away by this powerless rain.
The city of Ghana is surrounded by four ring roads, forming four areas that are divided into wealth classes. On the branch road of the third ring road, a cluster of low buildings are built on the edge according to its trend, becoming a place where middle class and poor people
Mixed areas. There are many such areas in Ghana City. They form the largest part of the city and wrap up the relatively prosperous central area.
This branch street does not have a specific name because it is more like a small alley in nature. In the afternoon, there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Soon after, a man holding a black umbrella and a lazy face stepped on the potholes.
The pavement stone slabs on both sides of the street gradually went deeper into the street amid a "click-click" sound.
The man finally stopped in front of a tavern. People nearby said that this tavern was opened by an unknown wealthy woman, because if you have time to stay by the tavern, you can often see people with status or beautiful women.
The ladies parked the limo in a nearby garage, then walked in with sadness, and finally walked out with smiles on their faces.
Few people know exactly what is going on inside, because it is really just an ordinary tavern. There are colored lamps on the door spelling out the words "Normans Fen". The appearance after entering is no different from other taverns.
It's just that the interior space is a little more spacious.
The man put away his umbrella at the door, shook the water and put it in the umbrella basket by the door. Then he shook his head and looked inside the tavern. The music was always elegant and gentle, and the intervals were wider than in other taverns.
tables, and a longer counter. Today's business seems not to be very good, but judging from the situation of this pub, it may be said to be a good situation.
The man went straight to the counter, sat on a high chair, crossed his hands on the counter, and then relaxed them again, then looked at the bartender behind the counter: "Excuse me, a glass of warm water will do."
The bartender is a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, like a monumental statue made of steel. His dress-like plaid shirt cannot cover up the bulging muscles on his body at all. He has a square face and a black beard on his chin, which is about two inches long.
It was only taken care of once every three days, and it looked extremely lush at the moment. But his expression was very kind, and he was holding a bartending tool in his hand, looking like a kind father studying a child's toys.
The bartender nodded, picked up the cup skillfully, poured half a cup of hot water, and then added three cubes of ice to it as usual: "Ms. Rachel came here this morning. She said she didn't see you very much."
Sorry. If you have time, I hope you can contact her as soon as possible."
The man just picked up the cup and was blowing on the hot air rising from it. After hearing these words, he put down the cup and looked at the bartender.
"There is a communication machine in the store that can be used at any time." The bartender didn't pay attention to the man's embarrassed expression. He turned around and counted the various wine bottles on the wooden shelf behind him, and continued, "I didn't say anything else. I came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
It was so fast, I didn’t even drink. By the way, the limousine parked directly in front of the pub. I didn’t see clearly who was driving the car, but it was not the same person. Maybe Ms. Rachel had a new lover.
."
"Olchi, you are starting to care about these things too." The man took a sip of water.
"Ms. Rachel is our boss, is it reasonable to show necessary concern?" The bartender Orchie smiled, "I always thought you wouldn't come today."
"Why do you think so?" The man's expression changed and became a little gloomy, "Today is the 27th, which is the time I should come over. For several years, I have always kept time, whether it is for clients or for us.
Our own people.”
"Who knows?" Orch shook his head. The man waiting for the answer was obviously dissatisfied with the answer. He continued to lower his head and looked at the ice cubes that were melting rapidly in the glass. At this time, the bartender Orch came over.
, put his hands on the counter and stared at the man, "After Ms. Rachel left this morning, someone came over to pay the purchase price. He said that you died in a rental house three days ago, and your body was chopped into pieces.
Two paragraphs.”
"So you believe it?" The man looked at Orchie's face.
Olqi stood up and waved his hand, "Of course I don't believe it. Everyone knows that he must be your substitute. Besides, the other party is still a new member of the team, so it's normal not to know some things. But,,,"
Olqi sighed at this time, as if the fuel was about to run out, and the old plowing machine parked at the edge of the field emitted the last puff of black smoke, "This is the third time. Think about it, three days,,, well
, in four days, three different people told me the same thing. They all said that you were dead, that the body was cut into two pieces, that one had his head shot off, and that some had his neck directly twisted.
.This is not normal, you know? Otherwise, Ms. Rachel would not have made a special trip to the pub to meet you here."
"You must know that Ms. Rachel has a very distinguished status and will never say a word to us."
The man didn't reply, just looking at the wine glass in front of him. Seeing the man's silence, Orchi also closed his mouth. After a while, Orchi opened his mouth again, "The association is very concerned about you, this is Lache.
Ms. Er said it. She hopes that you can tell the association anything you know."
"Orge, if I knew anything, I would have contacted the association directly a week or two ago and would not have let it reach Ms. Rachel's ears. The problem is, right now, at this moment, I don't know anything. But
You and Ms. Rachel all think that I know something, but I don’t want to tell the association.” The man was obviously a little excited, “Damn it, this is a cycle that can’t be circumvented. Why is it the area I manage?
These things happen!”
Orchie was not moved by the man's words, "Someone said that you met the person called the 'boss' and had a long conversation with him."
"What!" The man raised his head and looked at Orchie, "I am now saying that the Principality of Innes will be attacked by the Far Sea Commonwealth in two days and will be destroyed in one day. Do you believe it?"
Orchie shrugged, "In this era, anything can happen. I believe and hope that it will really perish in two days. In short, there are only a few things I can help you with. If you need it, just ask it."
Ms. Chel won't give you a long time. You'd better find enough evidence to prove that you are clean during the period, otherwise what happened in the past ten days, especially the death of Master Holden last week, even if they didn't
In the end, someone has to stand up and say - OK, OK, I did all this, hang me. You know the stakes better than I do. However, maybe it's just as you said,
You don’t know anything. But things like luck belong to whomever it falls on. Those people in the association don’t care about luck. They only care about who should stand up and take the gun.”