"BLUE" is the name of a coffee house. The store is not big, dead ants can sometimes be found in the sugar bowl, and the coffee is not very good. In fact, who can drink any difference? People who come to this place just sit there and play with melancholy, see if they can catch a few "cynical" opposite sexes like themselves, and then go to do some vulgar things together.
This afternoon, the business in the store was almost the same as usual, relatively deserted, but there was one thing that was very strange. There was a sign of CLOSE hanging on the door of the store, and there were no waiters on the bar or in the hall. But the guests were still sitting there, reading the newspaper and shaking their feet, eating small cakes and drinking small coffee, and I don't know who served them.
Finally, a man stood up, walked to the middle of the room, tapped the glass on the table with a spoon, and said, "Thank you very much for coming today. I am honored to be able to participate in and preside over this meeting."
Everyone in the room looked at the man at the moment. Although no one spoke, they seemed to be very calm about what happened in front of them.
The man continued: "Not long ago, in the city we are in, an inspector discovered a dangerous 'item', the impact of which I believe everyone here is aware of. Now that item has been released by S The ghost hunters in the city are keeping it safe, but like every similar item before, we don't know what will happen next." He paused, and continued: "This meeting, we must work out a plan, An effective set of measures, according to…”
"This coffee is really bad, don't you think?" A voice sounded abruptly. This complaint interrupted the man's speech and attracted everyone's attention.
This is a corner position, Xiao Lei is sitting there, dressed like a housewife, without makeup, obviously today she wants to keep a low profile, that's why she chose such an inconspicuous position by herself, but published The person who complained was sitting across from her.
In fact, there was nothing on the opposite side of Xiao Lei just now, but at the moment when the complaint sounded, a young man in a black casual suit appeared on the seat, holding a glass of wine that came out of nowhere. coffee.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and slowly walked towards the man who spoke, "Mr. Sun, don't look at me with that disgusting look, I bring you good news."
Mr. Sun said calmly, "Who do you think you are? Devil, do you know the meaning of walking into this room?"
Vincent stopped walking with a smile: "Why don't you ask those guys at the door, how did I get in?" He snapped his fingers, and the world outside the door was instantly stained red with a chaotic blood. Through the glass window of the coffee shop, you can clearly see that the street outside is empty but covered with broken stones.
"The descendants of GIANTS are so vulnerable. Could it be that the 'Regent Conference' couldn't find a better guard? Hehe..." He walked behind the bar and opened the coffee pot: "Olympus During the war, their ancestors were much more powerful."
Mr. Sun didn't stare at the gravel for too long, then he turned around and said, "That means you have the ability to enter here by force, but so what? You can neither interfere with our decision, nor threaten our personal safety, let alone you... even It was Satan himself..."
"Ah..." Vincent waved his finger and interrupted Mr. Sun: "Your Majesty Regent, please don't make any dangerous speculations, even if my boss flirted with Hecate at the banquet of the gods, it has nothing to do with you." He He started to make coffee with a satisfied face: "I came here today not to 'change' anything, but to 'communicate' something. Obviously, I have received the 'highest level' instruction, so I can go to Anywhere, do anything, otherwise I really dare not smash the heads of those guys outside, let alone come in and talk to you like this."
Mr. Sun's expression changed slightly: "If the 'parliament' wants to convey its decision, why didn't it tell us directly, but through you, who came from hell..."
Vincent interrupted him again: "Mr. Sun, who told you that the 'parliament' is the highest level?"
All the regents in the audience were silent, and a terrible conclusion flashed through everyone's mind.
Vincent said: "This matter is directly decided by the highest level and does not need the opinions of the regents. I regret to tell you that you don't even have the right to watch."
An old man closest to the bar put down the newspaper in his hand and looked directly into Vincent's eyes: "But, at your level, how did you get involved?"
Vincent picked up the coffee he had just brewed: "I am not obliged to answer this kind of question, but I can still satisfy everyone's curiosity." He took a sip of coffee: "Well... given the long In the history of human civilization, several of my colleagues and I have performed outstandingly in various events. High-level officials believe that we are fully capable of being the highest executor of this game. The parliament will also send executive personnel for this operation and obey my orders. Commander, hehe... It's unbelievable, right? I'm quite excited too... "
Mr. Sun continued: "How do I know that you are not a liar? After all, you are a very high-ranking existence in hell. Maybe this is some kind of conspiracy that Satan asked you to instigate."
Vincent shrugged and said: "The message I want to convey today is just to keep you out of the matter. If you have any questions, you can directly contact the 'Parliament'. I think the response you will hear will be the same, that is..." He stuck out his tongue: "No fart at all!"
The regents were speechless. In fact, the reason why they held the meeting of the regents today was because they did not receive any clear instructions after communicating with the parliament.
Vincent leaned lazily on the bar counter with one hand resting on his cheek: "Okay everyone, let's end the meeting. While you are wasting time here with this bureaucratic style of work, I've already done a lot of work." He took another sip of coffee: "This is the gap..."
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At the same time, at Yanli's home.
She was lazily sitting on the sofa watching the boring news. Suddenly, the TV picture became blurred and the fluorescent lights in the room flickered frequently. All this lasted for a few seconds and then stopped. It seemed that the voltage in the building was unstable.
But Yan Li always felt that something was wrong, she turned her head almost instinctively, and saw a strange boy standing behind the sofa.
"Hi, my name is Sid." He looked to be about sixteen years old, with a pretty face that girls would envy, and his eyes were as pure as a baby's. His teacher Vincent always described it like this: This face gives people the feeling that his kindness can almost flow from his ears.
But such a guy is also a devil.
Before Yan Li could speak, Sid rushed and said, "This is kidnapping, but I won't hurt you. Basically, I want to ask you to change the environment, and then continue to sit on the sofa and watch TV. You should also guess that this is the same as Wang Xu is related, but I can't explain the details, and I'm just following the orders of my superiors. Don't try to escape, of course you can't escape. No one will harass you, and you won't be under house arrest too For a long time, when the game is over, you will be free." He said all this in one go, completely preventing Yanli from interjecting, and then put his hands on her shoulders, and the two were separated from each other in an instant. disappeared from this room.
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At the same time, the Ghost Detective Agency.
Qi Bing and Albert fell asleep in the room, and it was Wang Xu's turn to stare blankly at the hatchet on the table for the next eight hours. Just as he was cutting ham sausage into the instant noodles with the hatchet, a brown-haired man suddenly appeared in front of him.
Simon was still the same, arrogant and cold, his eyes were full of contempt for ordinary people, different from Sid's thoughtful kidnapping rhetoric, Simon didn't bother to say too much, he looked directly at the stunned Wang Xu and said: "Seven days later, Times Square, New York, bring your hatchet."
Wang Xu has messy hair, wearing clothes that haven't been changed for two days, hunched over, with ham sausage in his left hand and a hatchet in his right, blinking his eyes a few times, "Here, this... this... Hero Ximen, my move The Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky is not yet proficient, can you extend it for 30 to 50 years..."
Simon completely ignored Wang Xu's complaints, and dropped a blockbuster before disappearing: "If you don't show up by then, Yan Li's soul will return to the underworld immediately."
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At the same time, a Honda car was parked in the parking lot of a large supermarket. The wife scolded him hysterically for confusing skim milk and whole milk last time, and the owner decisively decided to check again before driving. Check to see if everything on the shopping list is complete.
He squinted and was doing this boring thing, but suddenly a pale face appeared in the rearview mirror.
Woody is still Woody, with a wretched laugh and white glasses.
"Is it about the hatchet?" Master Cat did not greet him, but asked directly.
"Hey hey... That thing is just an admission ticket. According to your Chinese martial arts novels, it is a hero post for participating in the martial arts conference."
It only took about a second for Master Mao to understand the deeper meaning of this sentence: "Then, is it fate that the thing is in Wang Xu's hands?"
"Hey... what do you say..."
"I don't have a hero post, why are you looking for me?"
Woody smiled even wider: "Games... It's only fun if there are some special guests. Vincent and I agree that you should be one."
"I am not interested."
Woody started laughing like crazy: "Hahahaha... interesting... so funny! Man! See you in New York!" He said this, and disappeared in the back seat with laughter, as if he had never been there.