"How is the situation now? Are people here?" Iron Puppet asked.
"I only saw Olazo going in alone. I'm not sure if anyone else went in before."
"There's someone coming over there!" Ran Xiaolei suddenly gestured to the alley on the left.
I saw two tall men and one short man walking over there. They were all dressed in very low-key and secretive clothes, with different styles of masks on their faces. It was impossible to tell who they were.
Immediately, these three people also entered the bar.
Weslin looked at the backs of the three people and said: "It seems that today is the day of the secret gathering. Whenever they encounter something important, they will have such memories. As long as their identities can be seen through, they can dig out
The Secret of the Razor.”
"Then when will we go in and catch them all?" Li Yaoxian was eager to try.
"If we rush in together and don't know what's going on inside, we might get into trouble. It's better to let me go in first so that we won't arouse suspicion," Weslin said.
Ran Xiaolei was worried about Weslin, "No, it's too dangerous for you to go in alone. Guys like Shazhao are not law-abiding people."
"It has to be like this. If two people go in, it will definitely arouse suspicion. I believe there are not many people inside. If there is a situation, I will send you a signal."
"What signal?" Li Yaoxian asked.
Weslin raised his right fist and said, "If something really happened, you would have heard the sound outside."
After waiting for another ten minutes and confirming that no one came to the bar, Weslin got up and walked towards the bar.
For some reason, Ran Xiaolei felt a little panicked.
But since Weslin made his choice, respect his decision.
Weslin came up the stairs to the door of the basement bar.
The sign hanging above the head looked a little worn out, and some of the colored lights were flashing, and half of them were even completely extinguished.
It seems that if the business of this bar is not so good that it does not need other external decoration, then there may not be any business here at all.
Weslin gently put his hand on the old and rusty handle, gently opened the door and walked in.
As soon as he opened the door, a faint musty smell penetrated Weslin's nose.
Although the boss seems to have used some kind of aromatherapy to cover up the musty smell in the room, you can still smell some subtle smells.
The lights in the bar are dim and decorated in dark red tones, making it look like a vampire duke's castle.
There are also weird and unique medieval ornaments hanging around, and some knight armors stand around like guards.
Weslin's eyes swept across the interior of the bar and found that there was only about 80 square meters of space.
In a corner of the bar, six guys wearing masks were sitting at a long oval table.
In the entire bar, apart from those six people, there were only the waiters behind the bar counter and Weslin.
Before Weslin came in, he felt that there might not be too many people here, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be the only outsider.
Weslin pretended to be calm and walked to the bar counter, glancing secretly at the table next to him from the corner of his eye.
At this time, the people at the table seemed to have noticed Weslin's presence, turning their heads slowly or secretly looking in his direction with their peripheral vision.
For a moment, Weslin had an ominous premonition.
Especially after seeing the weird professional smile of the bartender opposite.
The waiter was very well-dressed, like a butler in a castle wearing a suit, vest and shirt.
After seeing Weslin approaching, he bowed slightly with a smile and said, "Welcome, sir. What would you like to drink?"
"A glass of orange juice." Weslin ordered a drink casually without hesitating for too long.
"Would you like to come to the bar and drink orange juice? Sir, you are really special."
Weslin smiled and said, "I just saw a bar here outside and came in to take a look out of curiosity."
The waiter's pointed nose seemed to be able to pierce his own lips, and his smile was like a fierce eagle, "Our bar has been around for many years, and most of the people who come here are repeat customers, so the outside looks a bit rundown."
.Because I believe that good bars will always be discovered, and there is no need for excessive publicity.”
Weslin felt that this waiter should be the boss, but he was very confident in his bar.
But he always gives people a strange feeling.
After a few words of greeting, he turned his attention to the people next to him.
But the distance was a bit far, and Weslin couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, and their voices were also very low.
"No more, no less, exactly six." Weslin thought to himself.
"Sir, this is your orange juice."
Suddenly, the waiter quietly pushed a glass of orange juice with a strange color in front of Weslin.
Weslin stared at the glass of orange juice in front of him, then raised it to take a sip.
"By the way, sir, have you noticed the name of our bar?" the waiter suddenly asked.
Weslin was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the string of Latin words above his head before entering the door.
"I'm sorry, I don't recognize those words."
The waiter's mouth widened with a strange smile, "Then let me translate the meaning of those Latin words for you. They are called 'throw yourself into a trap'."
Weslin frowned slightly, vaguely feeling a hint of killing intent coming towards him.
The next moment, he suddenly realized something, and then his vision gradually began to blur.
"Oops! I've been tricked!" Weslin immediately realized that his drink seemed to have been drugged. His head began to feel dizzy, his vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness was disappearing!
Before his vision went dark, Weslin used his last strength to push the orange juice on the counter to the right, hoping to make the cup fall to the ground and break into pieces to signal to the people outside.
But suddenly, a hand that was slender and delicate, not at all like a man's, grabbed the cup firmly from the other side!
I saw the butler holding the cup with his left hand, still wearing a chilling smile on his face.
At this time, the six people at the table next to him also looked in the direction of Weslin.
The waiter looked at Weslin who was gradually falling to the ground and said in a solemn tone: "Our bar will only open when it is supposed to open. Normally no one will come. If someone comes in on a certain day, then if he is not