The fish pond was much more lively at night than during the day. It was not until eleven o'clock in the evening that Fan Debao closed the glass door and hung the "Closed Business" sign. When the last customer left the store, the day's business officially ended.
The alley outside the store is still noisy, and the sound of people coming and going continues. This is a place that never sleeps.
"Sometimes, we do business late at night, the kind that only does business late at night."
While supervising Gu He to clean up the bar, Fan Debao taught the rules here, "But we won't do it today."
Gu He suddenly thought about it, doing business late at night? Is it an illegal activity...
He entertained many guests of all kinds today and got to know more about Flowing City, Kabukicho District, and Juhui Street. The biggest feeling was this word: illegal.
This city seems to have law and order, but in fact, from high to low, no one takes it seriously.
How could I, a first-class good citizen, become a Yakuza while chatting with my female customers and receiving red envelopes?
But he didn't dare to ask Lao Fan about the Yakuza Gang, so he would wait until the other party wanted to say what he wanted to say.
Otherwise, who knows if there will be a "you know too much, so I have to kill you" situation?
"After clearing the bar and washing the dishes, go to bed early and open the door on time at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
Fan Debao took off his apron, took off the head chef and changed back into the middle-aged sportswear, and said:
"I'm going to Licai's place, so I won't keep an eye on you. But don't say I didn't remind you. Although there are no surveillance cameras in the store, I know exactly whether you have taken advantage of others or done bad things."
Gu He had noticed during the day that there was indeed no surveillance in the hall.
Ms. Sakai said that if a place like a fish pond had a camera or something like that, who would come to visit it?
By the way, Ms. Sakai hasn't decided yet what kind of nose she wants, but she is determined to use it as a personal characteristic.
"Be more alert." Vanderbao said and went to the Licai Club.
The laughter of singing and dancing could be heard faintly through the metal door.
When the metal door closed, Gu He was alone in the izakaya again.
This is a good opportunity to fish, but considering that you still have to do the work yourself, and it's so popular...
Gu He roughly washed the bowls and cups in the kitchen, then tiredly returned to the bar to sit down, drank some wolfberry water, and prepared to take a breath before taking a shower.
In the evening, Miss Caiyin brought some clothes for him to change.
From jackets to underwear, everything is new and very tasteful.
Miss Caiyin was really kind to him, but as the saying goes, all gifts given by fate...
Gu He's thoughts and eyes were a little distracted. The TV was turned off and the landline phone was not ringing. In his opinion, the old antique computer in the kitchen was extremely precious to Old Fan. He had been sternly ordered not to touch it and not to look at it too much.
look.
He gradually stared at the ballpoint pen used for accounting on the bar.
"It's not too late now, be a tree person and figure it out first!"
Is his head having an accident or is he going crazy? Fangshu people will project the truth to some extent.
Gu He stood up, got the ballpoint pen, and tore a page from the waiter's notebook to make drawing paper.
Houses, trees, people.
Different shapes have different meanings. The most important thing about doing a projective test is to leave it to the subconscious mind to complete without thinking.
"The subconscious mind has been unleashed on you."
Gu He held a ballpoint pen in his hand and took deep breaths to relax himself.
His eyes were not looking at the paper he was writing, but looking around aimlessly. The curtains were red, and the paintings on the walls had various contents, including artistic texts and religious symbols...
He also paid attention to the console in his mind. The current program progress bar was an indigo second gear of 21%.
The page "Hero with a Thousand Faces" is in the database, and there is also a "Contact 1" there.
The store became increasingly quiet, with only the faint sound of a pen brushing, while the sounds of the streets outside the store became increasingly clear.
The sound of electricity sizzling due to malfunctioning neon lights, the sound of door curtains and lanterns swaying in the night wind, the sound of homeless people rummaging for food in the garbage and cursing stray cats, and unknown strange noises in dark corners...
…
These sounds turned into flickering lights, like disordered graphics, lines, images, and words in the sea of data.
It turned into lightning in the gloomy dark clouds, shining across the entire city of light.
"I'm in a bad mood. The outcome of this Fangshuren won't be much better..."
Gu He's conscious mind couldn't help but activate, and the test was over.
Putting down the ballpoint pen, he withdrew his gaze and looked down at the drawing paper on the bar.
His eyes widened, and his trembling hands accidentally knocked over the thermos cup next to him. The drawing paper was quickly soaked with wolfberry water, blurring the portrait on it, and the dim light in the hall added to the haziness.
On the small drawing paper, there is a picture of a rickety and crooked house, and a figure standing in front of a dilapidated tree with abnormal branches and leaves. It is a headless figure.
And on the chimney of the house, there was a faceless human head hanging there.
"What the hell..." Gu He felt that the miserable face he could see on the head was his own.
Although I had already prepared that my mental state would not be very good, I still did not expect this result...
Definitely a confusion of self-perception...dissociative disorder.
Eaga.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening.
Gu He was startled and looked towards the small corridor following the sound, but there was no one there, and neither the metal door nor the fire door was open.
Did you hear it wrong? He turned around in confusion and was immediately dumbfounded.
A figure was sitting on the chair next to him. Through the dim light, Gu He could clearly see the face of the figure. The young man had a surprised expression. This was him, his current body.
He looked at the figure as if looking in a mirror.
"You..." He opened his lips, what the hell...
Illusion? But there is also this figure in the reflection of the water on the bar. Is this also part of the illusion?
"You..." The man also moved his lips, with almost the same tone and almost the same movements.
Gu He suddenly stood up and swished back; the man did the same, stood up and swished back, which was weird and inexplicable.
While he was sweating, he suddenly noticed that the facial bones and muscles of this person were a little unstable and distorted. He had a vaguely different appearance, and seemed to be a woman, vaguely familiar.
But when he saw it more clearly, it looked exactly like him.
Is this a human or a ghost, is it really an illusion? Is it a sub-personality!?
Gu He didn't dare to start it lightly. He felt that the other party was learning from him and imitating him, even the smallest movements.
"What are you?" He tried to keep his blood pressure steady.
"What are you?" The man also asked, his voice only half a beat slower than his.
Gu He's feet have quietly retreated to the edge of the sofa. It must be an illusion caused by the sub-personality...
She couldn't wait to be fed, to jump out of her subconscious to cause trouble, to learn from him, to devour him.
Otherwise, this is a haunting, and there is a ghost in the fish pond!
Between picking up the thermos cup and fighting the opponent or escaping, Gu He decisively chose the latter.
Before the other party could reach him, he rushed out of the store, but suddenly remembered that he could not leave the fish pond at will, otherwise the consequences would be serious. He turned around in a hurry and staggered to the metal door of the small aisle.
"Old Fan! Miss Caiyin! Help!"
He kept beating the metal door anxiously, bang bang bang.
But on the other side of the metal door, music and dancing continued, and it seemed that no one could hear what was going on here.
Footsteps approached, and Gu He watched helplessly as the ghostly figure was approaching, and couldn't help but scream: "Don't come over here..."
The ghost stopped, with a look of horror on his face, and waved his hand as if to slam the door, "Don't come over here."
…
"Will Miss Sakai scare Xiaohe out of his wits?" Kumiko Ayin asked Fan Debao worriedly.
A J-level program for actors, "Mask", allows you to change your appearance and body for a period of time by pretending to be another person.
One of its effects is to cause mental confusion to others, especially those being imitated.
"He should be lucky that he only faced Sakai Sanyu."
Fan Debao looked at it coldly, "Just such a crappy third-speed programmer, a J-level plum blossom, who can't be an ordinary or extraordinary guy. He can only be used for testing and training new people, and he can't be used for real.
"I said she was not good at the beginning, but she is a clear proof that your eyes are wrong."
"Ms. Sakai has worked very hard..." Kumiko Ayane sighed, "She is just a little timid and has low self-esteem. I also come from a humble background. I understand, but as long as this is overcome, I still believe she has great potential."
"How can she be confident even if she becomes an extraordinary person? Moreover, hard work is the most useless trait in the world."
Fan Debao disliked Wan Sakai Huaqing, and then disliked Gu He:
"Look at that kid, he's so scared that he almost collapsed. He doesn't even have the courage and resilience. How can he be a doll? How can he cooperate with other people, those really troublesome, troublesome bastards? Don't let them fool him to death?
"
"Oh, I hope Xiaohe can pass this test. He is really a good person."
"Just pamper him. I'll see if one day you chop this kid into pieces."
"No, Xiaohe is different from a guy like Bat who needs to die to apologize. I don't think he can."