The sun was still hanging in the middle of the sky, and there was almost no one in the golden hall. The various sofas and lounge chairs around were in disorder, with only a few older female workers squatting aside, cleaning them one after another.
Squeak.
The closed brown-red door on the side of the hall slowly opened, and a slightly pungent mixed fragrance floated out from the pink box corridor. A beautiful girl wearing a white gauze dress and a shawl stretched out her waist and stepped forward.
He walked on his slender legs, step by step, and looked around the hall casually.
She hugged her chest and rubbed her elbows with her hands, feeling the milky lubricated skin, and said with some displeasure:
"My food has been too simple recently, I need more nutrition..."
"Xia Lu, to be honest, you have been eating very nutritiously recently, doesn't Mr. Clement still love you?" Another girl also slowly walked out of the door that was not completely closed, and joked with a smile.
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She looked at the colorful colors falling from the stained glass window, seemed to think of something, and asked sideways without paying much attention:
"By the way, where has Mr. Larn been recently? I remember that he and Mr. Clement had a dispute over you some time ago. Why haven't you seen him here recently?"
The girl in white gauze, named Xia Lu, licked her pink lips with her tongue, her beautiful blue-purple eyes blurred in the dazzling sunlight, and replied absentmindedly:
"Who knows, maybe I won't dare to come after I'm at a disadvantage, or maybe I will never come..."
Her voice sounded like she was dreaming. At the end of the sentence, she seemed to have remembered something beautiful that was worth remembering, and the tip of her tongue made a slightly naughty arc on her lips.
The girl, whose figure and appearance were not as good as hers, shrugged her shoulders, half-squinted her eyes, and stopped talking.
She glanced at Xia Lu invisibly, and couldn't help but hum in her heart.
"What's there to show off? A few gentlemen have been coming to see you recently, right?"
"That's the little girl who makes people hot for three minutes. See how many people get tired of you after just a few times, and never visit you again after just a few times?"
"And you just deceived those lower-level guys. I at least hugged that gentleman's lap. You just waited for the day to anger Ms. Lopez, throw you into the dungeon, and buy someone like Bai Lang.
Go to a poor place!"
In the previous intercourse, the gangster executive who had always liked her told her some less important secrets.
The jealous girl kept scolding this guy in her heart for stealing her glory within a few months of her arrival. While chatting with Xia Lu with a smile on her face, she wanted to kill her a thousand times in her heart.
cut.
In the shadows that she couldn't see, streams of sticky darkness grew on her shadow, bubbling and bubbling. It seemed like some terrifying monster was about to jump out from under the undulating shadows.
Xia Lu, who was trying to deal with the girl perfunctorily, glanced there in an inconspicuous way. Her heart moved, and the boiling shadow instantly fell silent. There was just an obvious vacancy at the heart of the girl's shadow. After struggling for a few times,
Gradually being engulfed by the normal shadows all around.
"I'm sorry, I'm tired, I think I need a good sleep."
The expression on the girl who was chatting with Xia Lu suddenly froze, and her smile gradually turned slightly ferocious.
Xia Lu, who was yawning, obviously had no intention of dealing with her anymore. She waved her hand and walked back to the ambiguously colored pink box with no windows.
The slender legs touched the ground alternately, and the crisp sound of high heels echoed in the golden hall, extremely clear.
She gently pulled open the tall brown-red wooden door with her slender and white arms.
Bang!
The wooden door was closed, and in the pink box corridor, the loud noise strangely did not disturb most of the resting girls and staff, and the dim light around them seemed distorted.
The expressionless Xia Lu mechanically looked at a shadow in the corner. Her blue-purple eyes became brighter and brighter, and a few bright spots of light tangled in the twisted shadow.
He slowly narrowed his eyes. The shadow in the corner was still unremarkable.
............
The noisy streets just returned to calm once again. Klein changed his appearance slightly, making himself look less old. He stood next to Mike. The cane with a gold tip in his hand kept tapping the ground, not obviously conveying the owner.
Mood.
"Do you really want to go in like this?" Klein looked at the house in front of him, which was not too big and had no sign at the door. He bared his teeth and whispered.
Mike, who stood upright next to him with an eager expression, gave him a strange look.
"Sherlock, are you opposed to this kind of place?"
"Haha." Klein, who has always been relatively conservative in his experience, laughed dryly, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and expressed his attitude more implicitly, "I spent most of my youth in Lundberg, not Intis.
"
Unexpectedly, he, a good young man who abides by laws and regulations on earth and has rarely searched for bad software or videos, would go from being a psychic to being forced to watch private images at work, to being forced to watch private portraits at work, and now...
, we have to go straight into the devil's cave!
Seeing the mature detective's reserved look, Mike smiled maliciously.
Sure enough, as the gentlemen in the club who hold positions in universities said, some men who are mature in all aspects and have achieved certain achievements, no matter how magnanimous and natural they are on weekdays, there is always something that makes them look like a boy.
A place of embarrassment.
It seemed that this was what would embarrass Sherlock... He subconsciously glanced at the door of the Golden Rose.
Because it is afternoon now, not after eight o'clock when the guests will really start pouring in, there are still not many people in the golden ballroom, and the inspection is not serious. Under the leadership of Mike, Klein was only touched.
The body was rough, and the doorman didn't even carefully search his inner pockets, which contained many miscellaneous items.
It's definitely not the first time this guy has been to a place like this... Klein observed Mike's familiar movements, sat on the sofa next to him, and watched the other party dancing with the same girl with some resentment.
Suddenly, his spiritual intuition responded passively, and he subconsciously looked along the feeling. He saw a girl in a white gauze skirt looking at him with a smile, and within a few steps she was close to his back.
"Good afternoon sir, my intuition tells me that you should be a very knowledgeable person."
The girl with fair skin and smooth black hair put her hands on Klein's shoulders, bent slightly, and the hot breath exhaled from her lips was extremely real.
Leaning on the back of the sofa, Klein, who was sitting casually, straightened his body in an inconspicuous manner. The right hand wearing the "stand-in" seemed to be suppressed by a 10,000-ton weight. His spirituality was dead and he could not move, let alone activate the dormant sealed object.
The spiritual intuition in his head vibrated strangely, like twitching and jumping, sometimes making a wild noise, and sometimes being as calm as water.
What is going on? Is this lady a high-ranking "witch", or is she another sequence, just a good-looking Beyonder?
No, why is she here? There are no extraordinary people who really like this kind of life, right?
Klein's thoughts suddenly spread out, his brain was running rapidly, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation.
Leaning half of her body on him, the girl looked at the mature man.
The blue-purple eyes are no different from those of ordinary people, except that they are very beautiful, dreamlike and penetrating, as if they can drown people's hearts.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue uncontrollably, and the curve of the corners of her mouth was really beautiful.
Another prey that "smells" delicious.
The intuition of a very high level told him that by swallowing this individual, he could complete the missing parts of himself and return to the level this body should have.
The corners of his mouth were slightly open, and an ethereal voice was about to flow from his delicate lips.
Suddenly, the shadows under His feet trembled uncontrollably, and the sparse crowd in the hall was in a trance at the same time. The relatively thin emotional fluctuations instantly turned into reality, flowing over like water, and in conjunction with the secretly descending breath from higher up, the process was completed.
Fraud.
Xia Lu, whose eyes were as clear as gems, was startled for a moment, her nose twitched slightly, and what she smelled was no longer "delicious", but like an indescribable smell like the stench of sewers. Her hands moved from Klein without hesitation.
He relaxed his shoulders and hurriedly took a few steps back.
He almost leaned against the wall of the golden hall, his eyes unabashedly filled with deep disgust.
What on earth was going on that I actually fell in love with this kind of thing?
Immediately, as if he had thought of something, the colors around him were slightly distorted, and he suddenly looked towards the end of the pink box. His blue-violet eyes penetrated the barrier and stared directly at a group of rapidly sneaking shadows.
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"The offal that fell from the mother tree!" His white teeth were gritted together, and his low voice contained almost substantial anger.
My senses must have been affected just now!
Without thinking, he walked out of the hall without restraining his temper and went straight towards the shadow that was about to escape.
Boom!
The sound of the door closing, which is almost imperceptible to others, seems to be the most beautiful piece of music to Klein.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, his tense body slowly relaxed, and his eyes unconsciously met Mike's questioning gaze.
The reporter didn't seem to see anything.
Klein nodded slightly, saying that nothing happened, and just as soon as he looked back, his ice-blue eyes were as solid as ice crystals, like an old movie with a lag, but they quickly became agile again.
He returned to his casual posture, looking at Mike who was about to finish the pas de deux with a bit of resentment, as if he had forgotten everything just now.
...
The crimson light gradually dimmed. Sitting at the top of the long bronze table, he raised his right hand. The "mysteries" shrouded in thick gray mist gathered his spirituality, and the golden patterns on the surface of the robe became clearer.
He stared at the scene of crimson ripples like a stone statue, silently, and after a long time, he chuckled and raised the corner of his mouth in sarcasm.
"Oh, Fabuti and Angelweed?"
"It seems that 'Adam' thinks they still have value, so he made a certain promise?"
"Secret" tapped the surface of the long table with his fingers familiarly, as if he had seen something funny, and the corners of his mouth raised more and more.
"Okay, I respect His choice, Fabuti, hey, isn't it just to provide help from the source?"
He raised his right hand slightly, gently covering it on the "glass crystal" placed on the corner of the table, and kept rubbing it.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the gray-white dragon that could not move within the crystal shrank, and the fear remaining in its eyeballs became even more intense.