It's only morning now... Even though it's Saturday morning, the nightclub is already overcrowded.
Russell saw countless men and women wearing masks sitting on different sofas drinking wine.
There is a blue-red light above their heads that can cause people to suffer from photosensitive epilepsy. In the middle is a catwoman with a high blue ponytail. Her spiritual relative is obviously a blue cat. The right side of her body is covered with literary green, and the other side is covered with blue and red lights.
There is a metal hand on the side that is obviously larger than the right hand.
——That is the Rocketeer-MK3 type, which is characterized by the ability to launch hooks and a load of up to 200 kilograms. Other than that, it has no advantages. It is not even convenient and reliable to grip, and it cannot control the fingers too finely.
Russell's professionalism made him subconsciously analyze the models of prosthetics he saw.
That is an old model from more than ten years ago. It is not the style of Sogo Island, but the rough and durable style of Shenzhi Heavy Industry.
If the prosthetic body produced on Sogo Island is definitely used for less than ten years, it should be replaced in about three years. It’s not that it can’t be that durable... The main thing is that if the prosthetic body breaks down too slowly, no one will buy it.
It's a new model, so it must be the same as the old ones.
When a prosthetic body breaks down and becomes insensitive, it also gives people an excuse to buy the latest prosthetic body to show off to their classmates and colleagues. But if you don’t have money, you have to go to a repair shop to replace parts. Repairs can still be used for more purposes.
several years.
Therefore, how to reduce the durability of self-designed prosthetics without leaving any trace, and strive to prevent users from breaking the service life through micro-modification and flashing, is also a very complicated knowledge.
Shenzhi Heavy Industry is not mainly engaged in the business of prosthetics, so they do not need to consider the issue of upgrading. These things are all leftovers from their engineering robots.
In line with the concept of "I think that things that can be installed on robots should also be installed on humans", we highlight a large-volume design that provides enough materials, but is anti-rejection and convenient.
It's much different than before.
And this Catwoman, who is a "silly, black and thick prosthetic user", is not much bigger than Russell, but rather thinner. Her breasts are obviously not material, from her exposed lower chest and waist, and even
You can see the rugged ribs.
The band behind her has an even more peculiar shape - the drummer has a broken horn and a brand mark on his shoulder; the bassist is a skinny, scaly man with his mouth sewn shut with black thread, and the guitarist is handsome
The fox, whose gender is unknown, has long golden hair and a fluffy long tail.
When Russell entered the door, Catwoman was roaring angrily, making a very long and loud sound.
The lights above his head were flashing fiercely because of this, and the entire nightclub floor seemed to be shaking. Russell clearly felt that his heart was buzzing.
It wasn't until Russell saw the band on stage that Catwoman ended her performance.
Her non-prosthetic right hand raised her microphone stand high, and the people wearing masks below let out enthusiastic screams.
That was not a microphone, but the entire microphone stand - only when she exerted force did Russell realize that her rather slender right arm was full of muscles from shoulder to forearm. It had a very strong sense of strength.
People tried their best to raise their wine glasses and sprinkle the wine on Catwoman on the stage. She did not dodge and was instantly wet, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.
A proud smile appeared on her face, and she slowly pointed the microphone stand at the people like she was holding a sword.
The people who were pointed out screamed and cheered.
Only then did Russell realize something.
...This is not a nightclub, it is simply an underground bar!
And, except for myself.
Russell judged from the loudness and timbre of the screams that almost most of the customers present... were women of different ages.
——Are my initial worries a bit unnecessary?
His expression suddenly became very subtle.
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed true.
The bee family belongs to a matriarchal society, which is what he should have thought of when he first heard the name "bee hive"...
"Yo."
At this moment, the two girls at the door also rushed over.
The bear-eared girl patted Russell's shoulder carelessly: "Why are you running so fast? I'm not a carnivore like a wolf or a leopard."
Russell was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized the hidden meaning of her words:
Is this implying that Russell was deliberately running away with his back to her, trying to arouse her desire to hunt?
"Um?"
The girl with bear ears looks very smart.
She looked at Russell's hesitant look and guessed what was going on: "You didn't go to the wrong door, right? Or...are you a newcomer? Is this your first time in this kind of place?"
"...There are no charges here."
Russell defended: "No one explained to me what the use of this mask is."
Hearing Russell's voice, the bear-eared girl let out a light sigh.
Although he couldn't see her eyes, Russell clearly felt that her interest had become more intense.
"You are wearing a smiling mask, so of course I don't need to charge you money... I should give you money instead."
She grabbed Russell's shoulders harder, and her masked voice became low and hoarse: "Don't you understand? Sister, let me teach you...
"You see the service staff around you? Ask them for a hand card, then find an empty room and open the door."
Hey, wait a minute.
What kind of nightclub is this?
Russell realized something was wrong.
He tried to break free from the grip and asked in a low voice: "What on earth does this mask mean... Are there no service personnel here?"
"'The happy live for the unfortunate', an old joke from more than ten years ago. In this kind of place, the ones wearing crying masks are the paying customers, and the ones wearing smiling masks... except for fixed positions
The rest of the staff are in a good mood and come here to make some extra money."
The girl who looks like a high school student actually looks very sophisticated.
She looked at Russell and whispered: "Don't even think about going back to change the mask. Only female guests can wear crying masks here at the Beehive... You have to pay a membership fee to come in. Otherwise, when you are at the door, you will be jumping.
Sir will kick you out."
...In other words, in fact, he can only wear a smiling mask? Even the responsible person can't get in?
No wonder the bad guy didn't tell him these things...
Russell thought with a slightly subtle expression - is that why the bad guy didn't want to come in, but parked the car at the door?
"How about it, do you want to come drink with us? I'll give you 800 yuan an hour. We'll open a private room and drink and sing quietly... It's much quieter than here in the hall."
"Hey... isn't this good?"
The lizard girl hiding behind the bear-eared girl gently grabbed the corner of the bear-eared girl's clothes.
She whispered: "I'm just going the wrong way. I don't even know what the mask means. If that doesn't work, let's find someone else..."
"It's probably my little brother who has just grown up. He has never been released from home before."
The hand holding Russell's shoulder still didn't let go. The bear-eared girl shrugged nonchalantly: "Looking at youth now is the most rare time. When you get used to it later, it will be a different experience...
People, two experiences. Isn’t this bad?”
"I actually have a date!"
Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Russell quickly explained: "A friend asked me to meet here, so——"
"What about your friend?"
"I don't know, maybe in the private room..."
When Russell entered the door before, his eyes swept around.
Xiao Liuli's hair color is quite recognizable, but he was not seen in the hall at all. So he must have entered a private room somewhere.
She is always surrounded by bodyguards in black. So Russell's initial worries may not be valid, because she is mostly here to spend money...
"Tsk."
The bear-eared girl smacked her lips in regret and released her grip on Russell's shoulders.
Although you can't see his face, you can clearly feel the reluctance just by looking at his attitude.
"Will you come again?"
She was a little unwilling and asked: "Come and accompany me next time. I will give you one thousand an hour."
"Next time I will definitely, next time I will definitely..."
Russell whispered, and quickly walked away to the corner next to him.
——Not necessarily next time!
He was heartbroken and added forcefully.
I'll never come here again, it's so terrible...
Russell walked to the corner a little confused.
This place is more like a bar counter than a nightclub front desk. There is a bar counter in each of the four corners, and there is a bartender wearing a smiling mask shaking a shaker glass.
The four bartenders range from mature uncles to well-behaved teenagers, to curly-haired fashionable young people to cute girls. It can be said that they have quite a complete range.
The one closest to Russell is the mature uncle.
He looked at Russell and said in a low and honest voice: "Do you want anything to drink, boy? Or... would you like a bracelet?"
"I want to ask about someone, is that okay?"
Russell asked softly.
He was a little wary because he didn't know if his words would break any rules.
But the uncle bartender obviously has seen a lot.
"There are always young people who are lost and come in followed by girls wearing crying face masks. But we cannot leak information about our guests."
Under the smiling mask, a gentle and reassuring voice flowed.
It feels like a hot coffee cocktail.
"But if you know her name and room number, it's not impossible to let you in."
The bartender said in a gentle tone: "Would you like a drink? Jindu has come in, at least have a drink. At least it's worth the trip."
How could I possibly know something like that...
Russell grimaced, feeling that the investigation had reached a deadlock as soon as it started.
But at this moment, he saw a trace of handwriting suddenly appeared in the corner of the huge touch screen for ordering drinks, where only Russell could see:
[The pseudonym Xiao Liuli registered here is ‘Lan Geyu’, and the room is K128]
He looked up and looked for the camera without changing his expression - and sure enough, right above their heads, there was a camera flashing red light.
Less than a second after meeting Russell's gaze, the camera moved up and down a bit. It was like nodding.
