With the mustachioed waiter following him and calling out to him softly, Kyle walked through the threshold in a daze, his eyes sweeping over all the familiar layout and objects in the club.
Since I left here last time, I have never been back to this dance club or even Europe. In the blink of an eye, more than 60 years have passed.
What does it mean that things have changed and people have changed? This is what it means that things have changed and people have changed!
Things are still there and can still be disguised as new things, but some people are no longer there, disappearing in the long river of time.
This is the great sorrow that all living beings in the Marvel Universe cannot avoid, except for a few certain races.
"Why did you bring me here?" Kyle whispered coldly to the empty air, and clenched the five fingers of his hanging hands quietly.
Now, there are not many things that can touch his humanity - but Tuoniao Club happens to be one of them.
"Sir, please..."
Two tall, muscular guards in suits looked at Kyle, who was standing at the door with vigilance, and stepped forward from the left and right to try to stop him and drive him out.
After all, the Tuoniao Club is a gathering place for celebrities. People who don’t have a certain status and are recommended by members are not qualified to enter the gate, let alone get a club membership card.
And those who have membership cards will not make mistakes over the years.
The two guards took quick steps forward and reached out their hands to Kyle in a domineering manner, but the next moment, all their movements came to an abrupt halt.
A powerful pressure that seemed to be tangible pressed down like a mountain!
Kyle let out a light breath, loosened his clenched fists, ignored the doormen on both sides, and continued to walk into the corridor with just the right lighting, and walked to the reception desk where the waitress was standing.
"Hello, sir. How can I help you?"
The waitress on duty looked pale, and hurriedly greeted Kyle, secretly glancing at the two doormen not far behind Kyle.
The doorman, who was a retired elite Russian special forces soldier, was barely supporting each other at this time. They kept waving their hands to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads, and seemed to be extremely panicked by some kind of shock.
What on earth could have happened to scare such fearless Russian men like this
Kyle thought for a moment and said calmly to the waitress, "I want to check the consumption record of membership card No. 006."
He originally came here for the mysterious man, but now, he wanted to ask another question.
"Membership card spending records?" The waitress was stunned and said with difficulty: "I'm very sorry. Our computer system permissions do not allow us to view membership card spending records. Moreover, the first ten membership cards are supreme membership cards specially made by our club. They are only issued to members and guests with special identities. No one has the authority to view the cardholder's spending records."
System permissions, what is this
Kyle smiled, tapped the screen of his electronic watch with his fingers, and shrugged and reminded: "Weiss, it's your turn to play a role."
"No problem, Master."
Weiss agreed immediately and extended an antenna to use radio waves to invade the host data of the building where the club was located.
"Sir, what are you doing..." The waitress was feeling puzzled, and then, the lights at the reception desk, the corridor, and even the entire club building went out in an instant.
The light flickered a few times, as if the circuit was in poor contact, and then returned to normal.
Then, Weiss's voice sounded again: "Found it, Master."
"Turn it to me." Kyle's eyes flickered and he gave the order thoughtfully.
"Relay for you."
Weiss's eyes turned dejectedly, projecting a three-dimensional graphic that clearly listed the consumption records of the membership card in numbers and English.
Kyle took a quick glance and the first record was the first consumption in early 1944, which was the day when Steve crashed into the ice while flying a fighter plane and held a belated dance after his return.
There are detailed records of the number of people, consumption amount, etc.
The time of consumption is only accurate to the year, month and day, and it should have been a handwritten record by the store clerk. Later, after computers became widely available to the public, it was re-registered into the computer system for preservation.
After that day, he gave card number 006 to the waitress and asked her to give it to Peggy Carter.
Kyle looked down and was suddenly stunned.
At the end of 1944, there were more than thirty consumption records, all of which recorded Peggy Carter's personal use.
At the end of 1944, the last recorded consumption date was less than half a month away from the date of death recorded on Peggy Carter's grave.
It is hard to imagine that a woman who is seriously ill and dying comes to this Tuoniao Club almost every day.
If there are no relatives or acquaintances of hers here, it is because there are precious memories that she can never forget.
"Carter," Kyle muttered.
At this moment, he remembered many things, and the scene of his memory finally stopped at his parting with Carter.
That farewell kiss at sunset.
Kyle shook his head slightly, retracting his human emotions, and looked rationally at the bottom of the recorded image projected by Vess.
There was a blank from 1944 to 2007, that is, after Carter's death, no one used card No. 006 to make purchases here.
Until, 2008!
This year, this month, one day ago, there was a consumption record that has not been completed until now!
"Who used Carter's card?"
Kyle didn't even have to think, the figure of the mysterious man immediately appeared in his mind.
"Have you booked a single room? 301."
After Kyle finished reading the last bit of important information, he picked up the Vis from the table, and disappeared from the spot in a flash, turning into a blurry black shadow that quickly swept through the corridor.
The waitress opened her eyes wide, looking as if she had seen a ghost. Just as she was about to scream, someone covered her mouth with a big hand.
While she was panicking, she looked carefully and saw that the people holding her mouth were actually her own doormen. The two were tall and strong Russian men, and she calmed down a little.
"What are you doing? Why didn't you stop that man just now..." the waitress asked in confusion.
"Stop? How can we stop them?" One of the guards said with a wry smile, "You still haven't recognized who that person was just now?"
"Who?" The waitress blinked.
Another doorman patted his chest with lingering fear, "You guys always talk about the legend who came to the club during World War II!"
"No way?"
The waitress was a little confused for a moment. She was silent for a moment, then her mouth opened in surprise. "Oh, by the way, I actually forgot something so important. Number 006 was originally the number that the Tuoniao Club had arranged for that person."
Chapter 299 See you in the next world, end of volume