Everyone was stunned, and something strange arose in their hearts.
Two of the six people have been to "Fishbone Street" before, and can even be said to be regular customers.
Although the remaining four people have never been here, they have heard about it more or less.
But the scene in front of me was really far from what I remembered.
What about the promised land of lawlessness?
What about cruelty and cruelty?
What about the darkness that was said to be unsightly?
How did it become shopping in a mall?
After Jason's eyes swept over the middle-aged man, he subconsciously looked at the female pastry chef.
The female pastry chef even pointed at herself.
"I?"
"Yes, that's you."
“As the 100,000th person, you have become a distinguished guest of our ‘Fishbone Street’.”
“You can enjoy shopping and fun here.”
The middle-aged man looked kind and even spoke with a hint of humility.
"This is the first time I've heard of such an event on 'Fishbone Street'."
Griffin said.
"Because this is the first time it's held."
The middle-aged man answered with a smile.
"Then why her and not me?"
"We almost got off the bus together, right?"
Griffin asked again.
"In the order in which they came to me."
The middle-aged man answered methodically.
Griffin asked anything else, but Edward and little Banxi stopped him one on the left and the other on the right.
They have not forgotten why they came to Fishbone Street.
Not to find fault, but to do the 'Ghost Squad'.
Jason felt a little wary in his heart.
The group of people returned to the car, and the two cars drove side by side.
The middle-aged man looked at the passing vehicles and immediately returned to his post.
"Her Majesty the Queen has entered the tunnel."
"Guards follow at all times."
"And...let those bastards go back to where they belong."
Contrary to his previous kindness, the middle-aged man who picked up the phone said in a cold voice.
After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man dialed a few more numbers and gave the same instructions before sitting back in the guard box.
He frowned and thought.
Why did Her Majesty the Queen suddenly come back?
Is there something we haven't done well enough?
There are still some assholes out there…
etc!
Could it really be those bastards?
The middle-aged man thought of something and stood up again, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Find out what those bastards have done lately."
After saying that, the middle-aged man waited patiently.
Because he knew very well that such an inquiry would not pose any difficulty to the person on the other side of the phone.
In fact, this is also true.
About a minute later, the investigation report came over the phone.
"Some of them put a reward of 50,000 yuan on a woman named Jichel..."
Click!
There was a crisp sound, and the middle-aged man's palm holding the phone shook, and cracks immediately appeared on the receiver.
"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?"
"Someone's putting a bounty on those bastards."
"It should be someone related to Gichel, or simply someone who forced them to show up, right?"
Voices came from the receiver.
"Okay, I get it."
"I'll deal with those bastards."
The middle-aged man answered normally.
However, the moment he hung up the phone, the middle-aged man fell to his knees and held his head in his hands.
It’s over!
It’s over!
I'm going to be killed by those bastards!
no!
no!
I have to save myself!
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man got up again and picked up the phone to dial.
…
Sitting in the car driven by Hannibal, Jason asked Hannibal everything about "Fishbone Street".
"Fishbone Street can be considered a black market in ordinary people's understanding."
"But this place is much more extreme than the black market."
"Deception and killing are everywhere."
"Although it has its own rules, it is not a comfortable place."
Hannibal answered.
Then, the psychiatrist looked at the female pastry chef through the rearview mirror.
He was also curious about why this scene happened.
The female pastry chef looked confused, and even Hannibal couldn't tell anything from her face.
A bunch of losers!
An inexplicable voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.
The female pastry chef was stunned.
Then, he shook his head.
"What's the matter, Gichel?"
Jason asked, who had been staring at the female pastry chef.
"nothing."
"It just feels weird."
"Those people just looked at me very strangely. Is it because of...the reward?"
The female pastry chef shook her head and analyzed it seriously.
Bounty?!
Jason was startled.
yes!
Bounty of up to 550,000!
With such a premise, the scene just now seems not incomprehensible.
"What bounty?"
Hannibal asked.
Immediately, Jason explained it again.
"So that's it."
Hannibal immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
What he worries about is the unknown.
Like this is known?
He is fearless.
He buries as much as he pays, saving fertilizer money.
"Ms. Gichel, please don't leave Jason and I's sight for a while. Their so-called shopping bill is to make you forget yourself and immerse yourself in shopping, and then start."
"Moreover, 550,000 is not their goal."
"Their greed is beyond your imagination."
"Since someone is willing to offer you a reward of 50,000 yuan and pay 500,000 yuan for your revenge, then there must be more."
"This is a bunch of bastards who are trying to squeeze the oil out of the stone. They will try their best to get more from you."
Hannibal reminded the pastry chef.
"Thanks."
The female pastry chef thanked her reluctantly.
Then, he slowly approached Jason and narrowed the distance between him and Jason.
Then, she raised her hand to touch Jason's palm.
But the moment she raised her hand, the female pastry chef's face turned red.
In the end, it could only land on the seat 10 centimeters away from Jason.
Seeing such a scene, Hannibal couldn't help but retract his gaze.
Sure enough, I was overly concerned.
but……
I seem to have forgotten something.
What will it be?
Hannibal couldn't help but shook his head and began to concentrate on driving.
The tunnel goes downwards.
The length exceeds 10 kilometers.
Every 30 meters, there will be lights.
Jason observed everything silently.
Everything is imprinted in my mind.
Especially when he came to the end of the tunnel, Jason's eyes widened even more.
He needs to see clearly what 'Fishbone Street' looks like.
Then……
There are scattered houses, gravel-paved roads, and cars parked neatly in the parking lot on the side. There is a smiling waiter at the end of the tunnel, guiding them into the parking lot on the side.
In front are several barbecue grills with various foods placed on them.
Two organ players played and danced around the grill.
Several young girls sang and danced.
In the distance, children were chasing and running and laughing.
"Is this Fishbone Street?"
"Why is it the same as a resort?"
The female pastry chef couldn't help but ask.
Griffin, who got off the car behind, rubbed his eyes, and then shouted loudly: "Where is the gallows here? Why did it become a barbecue grill? And this is obviously a guillotine, how could there be an organist?
?Shouldn’t the people dancing there be solicitors? Shouldn’t the few running children be dwarfs disguised as robbers?”
The guiding waiter came over with a smile.
"Hello, sir, although you are a resident here, if you continue to say this, we will still sue you for defamation."
"Yo what?"
"Are you trying to get me to let my guard down and give me a sap?"
"I'm telling you, no way."
Griffin continued to roar.
Edward and little Banxi on the side were also stunned by the 'Fishbone Street' in front of them.
Then, their noses twitched at the same time.
Dishwashing liquid!
They smelled of dish soap!
Subconsciously, the two of them felt that their palms were submerged in the cold water again, and the waves were unbearable.
Hannibal and Jason were thoughtful.
The pastry chef scraped the ground with the toe of her boot.
There was a bit of wet feeling on the gravel road.
"The streets have been cleared."
"Although rushed, it was thorough."
"Has the whole town been mobilized?"
The female pastry chef speculated, looking at the food on the grill.
"Beef, mutton, pork, chicken and fish."
“Divided into different categories, the meat is of high quality.”
"But it was obviously put up just now. There are also those organ players and dancing girls, whose expressions are a bit stiff and watching us from time to time. As for the children in the distance, they can obviously run further away, but they keep circling around and still don't stop.
Stop laughing, you’ve been laughing for so long, aren’t you tired?”
"Everyone, be careful."
"There is danger here."
After the female pastry chef finished speaking, she hid behind Jason.
She didn't even see the helplessness on the faces of the smiling waiter, the accordion player, and the dancing girls.
They don’t want to either!
But they are not professionals at all!
This is already our best effort!
The smiling waiter was about to explain.
But at this moment, a strong and irresistible malicious gaze glanced directly at Jason, who was blocking the female pastry chef.
Jason, who had been paying attention to the barbecue grill and swallowed his saliva, raised his eyebrows. The suppressed hunger could no longer be suppressed. It burst out in an instant. The instinct of the predator began to boil. Finally, it rose up and roared.
