"Yes, yes, to be precise, it has been like this these past few days."
In the tavern, two old guys were sitting by the window, drinking and talking. They looked like they had drunk too much, and they looked drunk.
Probably because of the bad weather and the fact that not many people came to drink during the day, the tavern was empty. Except for the bartender who was still cleaning glasses, these two guys were the only ones left.
Drinking alone was too boring, so the two of them got together and drank too much from morning until now. After drinking too much, their relationship became a lot closer. From the young people at the moment to current affairs, the two chatted a lot.
They agree, and looking at their excited expressions, they almost swore sworn friends on the spot.
"Oh, old Dunling is a hellish place...by the way, I always thought I might have some special powers." The gray-haired old guy said.
"Ah? Tell me about it." Another bald old guy asked curiously.
"It's hard for me to say. In short, every time before it rains, I will feel a pain in my knees. Sometimes it will be very painful, and it will last until the heavy rain ends."
The old guy rubbed his knees. With the force of his palms, he could easily feel the pain underneath them. It was like the gears were covered with rust and dust, and every bend would bring clear pain.
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"Although it hurts, every prediction is very accurate. Do you think my ability is very practical in old Dunling?"
When the other old guy heard this, his expression was a little dull. He thought for a while, and then said with a slight embarrassment.
"I think you must have rheumatism."
"Ah? Rheumatism?"
Oscar cried out; he had never associated this condition with rheumatism.
"Well, really, after living in Old Dunling for a long time, many people have such symptoms. I usually recommend them to take painkillers, or leave Old Dunling and find a sunny and warm place to live," Buska
Luo said seriously, "You have to believe me, I'm here from a doctor."
"doctor?"
Oscar looked at his new drinking buddy. Looking at his dirty and embarrassed appearance, it was difficult to associate him with that noble profession.
"Well, yes, doctor, it's just past tense."
Having said this, Buscaro felt sad.
"Oh? What happened?" Oscar said happily, "Tell me in detail."
"No, these are just bad memories."
Buscaro shook his head and drank heavily, trying to numb himself with alcohol.
"Come on, tell me, I'm actually a writer, and I haven't had much inspiration lately. What if I have an idea for writing?"
Oscar comforted him again, and he and Buscaro pushed glasses and changed glasses.
"Writer? Are you kidding me?"
Buscaro looked at Oscar's terrible look and couldn't help but said.
"Just like you were a doctor in the past, who hasn't had a glorious past? Right." Oscar smiled and shook his head.
"A writer, drinking with me here? This is the kind of place."
Buscaro's words were messy. This tavern was very remote, small, and not well-known. He came here simply because the drinks here were cheap.
"Yes, this is a shop opened by my friend. I come here to drink for free, are you right? Hercule!"
Oscar shouted to the bartender behind him. Hercule rolled his eyes at him, made another stroke on the bill, and said nothing. Anyway, the Stuart family would pay the bill in the end, and Hercule took over.
Oscar drank.
Looking at the silent Hercule, Buscaro really believed it for a moment. He looked at Oscar again, and his expression suddenly became sad.
Oscar didn't know what was going on, so he patted Buscaro on the back and asked.
"what happened."
Buscaro didn't say anything. He thought he would meet a drinking buddy who was also in an awkward situation, but who would have thought that he was not embarrassed at all. He came here to drink just because he was exempt from the bill. The only person who was really embarrassed was himself.
When he thought of the conversation he had with Oscar, Buscaro felt funny.
People, when they are sad, they drink more. Under the numbness of alcohol, Buscaro becomes more and more drunk, and then starts crying with tears in his eyes.
"My wife divorced me and she took the children away..."
Buscaro's true feelings are revealed, his expression is so sad that the listener sheds tears and the viewer feels sad. Combined with the alcohol and the heavy rain outside the window, it's almost like a stage play.
"Ah this..."
Listening to Buscaro's confession, Oscar began to feel confused, and then Buscaro grabbed him, his nose dripping with tears.
"I said great writers, can you understand? Suddenly it was like the sky fell. The motivation for my work was for them, but now there is nothing."
Oscar's expression became extremely embarrassed. He tried to push Buscaro away, but Buscaro pushed closer. Under this eager gaze, Oscar could only speak dryly.
"This...this is a bit beyond the scope of my knowledge."
"What's wrong?"
Buscaro stared at Oscar. Oscar now regretted asking so many questions. Isn't it good to just drink alcohol?
"I...I don't have a wife, and I've never been married."
As Oscar finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
The expression on Buscaro's face changed rapidly, and finally he smiled from his sadness.
"What are you laughing at?" Oscar asked.
"I can't help but feel happy when I see that you are more unlucky than me in some way."
"Are you gloating?"
"Roughly the same."
The two of them looked at each other, then sighed together, looked out the window into the rain and mist, picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly, and drank it down.
"It seems that no one has a perfect life." Buscaro sighed.
"A perfect life? Does this thing really exist? I feel that it exists in books," Oscar said. "It depends on whether the author will be merciful enough to write about a perfect life."
"Would you write something like this?" Buscaro asked.
Oscar nodded, then shook his head, "Who knows?"
The two of them breathed out the smell of wine, and the scene at the moment felt good, peaceful and peaceful. It was raining and thundering outside, but they were warm and had good wine indoors.
"Sure enough, happiness comes from contrast." Oscar murmured, and then he looked at Buscaro.
In fact, Buscaro was not in a bad mood. He was dressed neatly today, and his bald hair was well taken care of. If you put away the smell of alcohol on his body, he was dressed seriously as if he was going to attend an important meeting.
"By the way, do you have anything else to do today? You don't look like you're here to drink."
Oscar said as he opened his robe, and saw that under the coat, he was actually wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet. Since he hugged the Stuart family's lap, this guy's attitude towards life has become more and more bold.
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"I...my wife recently returned to Old Dunling to visit friends. I originally wanted to see her today to try to save the relationship." Buscaro lowered his head and said.
"Then you fucking come in to drink?"
Oscar slapped Buscaro's bald head, knocking his carefully tended hair into a mess.
"I don't care. Do you want to drink to strengthen your courage?"
"The stronger you get, the more cowardly you become?"
Listening to Oscar's scolding, Buscaro said nothing. After a while, he slowly spoke.
"I was busy with work and neglected my family. When my wife left, she had a very tough attitude. I thought maybe she shouldn't be stalked... I don't care about the face, I just hope not to cause her any trouble."
"So you are hesitant and don't know whether you should go?"
"I guess so."
Buscaro looked at the sky, his eyes sober on his reddish face.
Oscar probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing. He also looked at the sky. The old Dunling sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. The streets were lit up one after another, and then dispersed by the rain and fog, just like a different world in a dream.
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There are many ordinary people living in this city, and they have no idea about the coming storm.
"Go quickly, Buscaro," Oscar said suddenly, "time is running out."
"What did you say?"
Buscaro looked at the drunkard beside him and could clearly feel the change in Oscar's attitude. Before, he looked like a very embarrassed drunkard, but now he looked like a wolf hiding a secret, waiting for the storm to come.
"I said, let's go quickly. Whether it's to ease the relationship or say goodbye, just go quickly. If you hesitate any longer, you won't have time."
Oscar stretched his body vigorously, making the sound of bones, and then he said drunkenly.
"I have completed my mission. Now I have nothing to restrain me. It doesn't matter even if I die here. Unlike you, Buscaro, don't leave any regrets."
Buscaro didn't understand what Oscar was talking about. Anyway, he just thought it was a drunken rant. After all, they had drunk too much, and bottles and cans were placed around the table, one after another.
"You remind me of someone."
Buscaro said suddenly.
Looking at the weird-looking Oscar, a familiar face struggled to crawl out of his memory. He tried to recall that terrible face, and then he remembered more.
He still remembered that bad night. It was in this tavern that Buscaro met the haunting guy again, and that guy was very familiar with the boss here...
Wait a minute!
Buscaro thought of something, and most of his drunken state made him sober.
"You said, this is your friend's shop?"
"uh-huh."
Buscaro turned back suddenly, glanced at Hercule, then at Oscar, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Do you know...Lorenzo Holmes?"
"Oh! That's my best student!"
Oscar gave a thumbs up, looking proud. At this moment, the door of the tavern was violently pushed open, and cold wind and rain poured into the room, making Buscaro shiver from the cold.
"Ah! I'm saved!"
Sa Liangxi shouted that he was lucky to find a familiar place in the heavy rain. Although he was a stranger, he could still gain some face in the name of Mr. Holmes.
Thinking this, Sa Liangxi looked to the side, and several pairs of eyes crossed back and forth.
"Yo! Sagara River!"
Oscar said hello, and after handing over his identity as the founder of the country, he no longer participated in the operation to eliminate the agency, but before that, he still met with Jiuxia's group of visitors.
"Yo! Oscar!"
Sarakei's channel is a perfect match for Oscar, and she has the same respect for this former nation-builder.
Then came Rhodes and Buscaro. They had met here one night before. For some reason, they both saw the same sadness in each other's eyes. It was obvious that they were
The second time we met, I felt like we were fellow Taoists.
"Hercule! Give these two friends some wine to warm themselves up."
Oscar shouted to Hercule behind the bar, and Hercule cursed.
"It's all included in the account!"
He said this, but he still took out an opened bottle of wine, took two glasses, and sent them to their table.
"No...you just said you didn't have time, right?"
Buscaro's consciousness became much clearer, and because of this sobriety, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and his eyes were full of panic.
"Huh? What did I just say?"
Oscar started to pretend to be dead, but was caught by Buscaro, who shouted loudly, smelling heavily of alcohol.
"You said there was no time!"
He looked at the others, and then looked at Jiu Dunling in the rain and fog outside the window.
"What...is going to happen next?"
Buscaro's expression was stiff, and Oscar's previous words echoed in his ears. They were not drunken gibberish, but a warning.
"Don't try to lie to me! I know what kind of guy Lorenzo is, and with him, there will only be one bigger trouble after another!"
He was almost yelling now.
The rustling sound of electricity sounded, breaking the tranquility. Buscaro looked at the source of the sound. Sagaraki picked up the communicator and saw the lights above flashing, and then a vague sound sounded in the wind and rain.
"The war...has begun."
At this moment, everyone present was sober, their eyes were burning with murderous intent.
The change was so huge that Buscaro was stunned for a moment. Sagaraki pulled out his weapon, and Rhodes looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. Behind the bar, Hercule directly picked up the gun and shot
Different weapons fill the table.
Looking down, even the most unruly Oscar concentrated his mind and looked serious.
"A war that took place in the old Dunling, a secret war that no one should know about."
Oscar took off Buscaro's hand, picked up the wine glass, and drank the rest of the drink in one gulp.
"Rejoice, Buscaro, you will witness this fateful battle with your own eyes."
As the words fell, piercing sirens sounded in the streets, and the rain became more intense, as if a thousand knives were hitting the glass. The wind was strong and the noise continued, as if the entire house would be completely shattered in the next second.
"I...my wife, he is in the hotel not far away, I want to find her!"
Even drunkenness failed to embolden him, but now he was yelling and wanted to rush out of the tavern. Oscar stretched out his hand and grabbed him tightly. Buscaro tried to break away, but suddenly he found that he couldn't break Oscar at all.
I thought that this drunkard's arms were so strong.
"Quiet, Buscaro."
Oscar smiled and said softly.
"Listen, they are howling."
Thousands of crows flew overhead, singing a song of mourning for the chaotic opening.