Jinguji Tamamo licked her lips—this was exactly the expression of a little boy trying out a new toy.
Then she started to knock, and at first a series of drums sounded like that, and then she hit the gong—no, she made a mistake when hitting the cymbal, and she stepped on the pedal at the same time, so the two cymbals sounded together.
"Ah?" Jinguji stopped and laughed, "Wait a minute, little problem! I'll do it again!"
After that, Jinguji Tamamo took a deep breath, and started to beat the drum from the beginning—but this time she stepped on the wrong pedal and played the bass drum.
This mistake made everyone present frown.
Jinguji Yuzao shouted first: "Wait a minute! Don't panic, this is a technical adjustment!"
I feel like with Mr. Ma, she started playing.
She really has never played this drum.
Not only confirmed this with the horse, but also the drummer. Judging by the drummer's expression, he was already regretting letting a layman play his precious drum kit.
Kazuma directly pressed the bamboo knife against the neck of the drummer who was about to step forward: "What are you doing? Don't even have the patience to listen to the end of the performance?"
"She has obviously never played drums before, and I haven't fallen to the point of being taught by someone who plays drums for the first time!" the drummer said loudly, ignoring the bamboo knife against his throat.
He Ma smiled slightly: "It is true that she is playing drums for the first time, but she is super talented in controlling percussion instruments."
These words had an effect visible to the naked eye, and the drummer's expression became distorted, as if hesitating to speak.
Before, Saori Kitagawa expressed envy and hatred for Kazuma's talent, and Kazuma boldly speculated that this drummer also felt envy and hatred for talented people.
After confirming that it was effective, Kazuma launched an additional attack: "She is a percussion genius."
It doesn't matter whether you are a genius or not, and defining a definition with a horse now is enough to stimulate the drummer.
Afterwards, if Jinguji successfully controls the drum set, it will definitely deal a murderous blow to the drummer, and maybe it will give him the idea of seeking the so-called "God of Music" to try his luck.
As soon as the words with Ma were finished, Jinguji Yuzao said: "It seems that fighting directly is not good, I have to hum to bring out the mood."
After she finished speaking, she sang directly, which is the Japanese nursery rhyme "Travel Song".
To be honest, this song is quite magical, whether it is the tune or the content of the lyrics.
The drummer exploded when he heard the first two sentences: "Singing nursery rhymes, is this humiliating us?"
Seeing that the drummer was about to explode, Kazuma increased the force on the bamboo sword.
At this time, Jinguji Tamamo began to beat the drums.
In the beginning, it was very simple to beat the tune and act as a rhythm group.
But after the first melody ends, Tamamo adds a meaningless drawl hum.
After this humming, the drumbeat hit like a storm.
Although it can still be heard that Jinguji has a lot of proficiency problems, and obviously made a lot of mistakes, but the drumbeat as a whole feels like it was done in one go.
What He Ma wants is this feeling of "obviously a novice but everyone can tell that he has great potential".
He watched the drummer's expression.
The drummer was in a daze at first, then gradually came back to his senses, and his expression changed to envy and jealousy in the process.
He Ma Xin was right, that's what he wanted.
Envy, jealousy, and then anxiety, attracted the family of the so-called music god.
He Ma is actually not sure that this can solve the mystery of the serial murder case, but for He Ma, killing a drug dealer is as important as protecting the innocent.
Suddenly, Kazuma noticed that the drummer's expression changed from envy, jealousy and hatred to panic.
What the hell
Kazuma turned his head and followed his gaze, only to see Jinguji Tamamo flicking his hair like a GIF expression package.
He Ma: "What are you doing?"
Jinguji stopped and shook his head, and thumped his braid on the drum.
"Huh? I don't think all rock drummers are like this?"
"This... your braid is so thick, isn't it tiring to shake your neck?"
Jinguji Yuzao rubbed his neck: "I'm quite tired, and it hurts too much when the braids are whipped on my body..."
"Then stop shaking! Your image is gone!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm very happy playing the drums, whether it's a taiko drum or a drum set, I'm very happy!" Yuzao said and played an impromptu drumbeat, but stepped on the wrong pedal again, "Ah, it shouldn't be, let's do it again …”
She typed the improvisation again, and this time she stepped on the pedal correctly, but she stopped: "Hmm... I feel like I didn't feel wrong when I typed it wrong?"
Before he finished speaking, drummer Sang turned around and walked towards the backpack and personal belongings placed on the side of the stage, picked up the coat that was thrown on the ground, and left without looking back.
The bassist shouted to stay: "Wait! Yu Yisang! Come back! Without the drummer, lead singer and guitarist, how can we hold a LIVE in the future?"
"Isn't that a talented new drummer?" The guy named Yuyi dropped this sentence.
Hema patted the shoulder of Jinguji Yuzao who was still playing the drum happily: "Okay, let's go. How about I leave you here alone?"
"Wait a minute! I'll be right away." After speaking, she reluctantly put down the drum stick and stood up.
After confirming that she was ready to follow, He Ma strode out of the theater.
The band members who were left in place looked at each other and stared at each other.
The bassist said, "Why don't we forget about it today? There's such a shortage of people, it can't be done at all."
"That's right, let's just forget it." The keyboard player sighed, "Help me, and send these two lying down to the hospital."
"Why send it to the hospital? You pay for it? Tonight's LIVE is gone, and there is no income, and eating will be a problem.
"Come on, as long as you are breathing normally, put it on the side of the road to cool down for a while, and then you will wake up."
The bass player waved.
**
After leaving the livehouse and the horse, he saw the drummer who had just put on his coat in the crowd without much effort.
To be honest, this person is also a dish, and after such a big impact, he didn't give birth to a temporary entry or something.
The other party walked very fast, so Kazuma also quickened his pace.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Jinguji Yuzao was a girl, and his steps were not that big, so he looked back and saw Yuzao trotting to catch up.
He Ma: "How about you go home first, and follow me for the rest..."
"Aren't the criminal police two people acting together?" Jinguji Yuzao shook his head, "I can keep up, don't worry about me, just keep an eye on it."
He Ma nodded and continued to follow the drummer.
I just heard the bass player call the drummer "Yu Yi", and I don't know if it's a stage name, nickname or real name.
Fortunately, in Kandagawa, although the population density is very high because many college students come to rent, this place is not very lively, and there are not many pedestrians on most streets.
In such a place, even without relying on the recognition of entries, it is quite difficult to track a tall and tall target like the drummer and Yi Yi.
He Ma followed each other all the way through the streets and alleys, turning back from time to time to check the status of Jinguji Yuzao.
Fortunately, Jinguji can play taiko drums, and his physical strength is really good.
Following this journey, she turned out to be only slightly blushing, and her breathing was a little short.
As for the horse, the physical strength of the horse is not covered, there is no problem at all.
Finally, Hema saw the drummer coming to the door of a disco, and walked in without hesitation.
On the neon signboard of the disco, it says "death pit".
To be honest, the name "Death Pit" always reminds Kazuma of the Skaven in the medieval Warhammer. The Death Pit is a strategic location for the Skaven, and it can build legendary buildings...
But obviously this disco has nothing to do with the Skaven, and the neon signs don't have the iconic green triangle symbol of the Skaven.
The color of the signboard is not green either. You must know that the signature color of the Ratmen is green, green is everywhere, and they are very "healthy".
Hema was about to go straight to Huanglong, when he suddenly remembered that he was bringing Jinguji Yuzao with him. He glanced at the attire of the group of people smoking at the entrance of the disco, and then turned back to look at Jinguji Yuzao who came for an outing. The innocent dress of the eldest lady.
At this time, the people at the entrance of the disco had spotted Jinguji Tamamo and started whistling.
After all, even a pure dress that doesn't show your figure can't cover up Yuzao's proud curves.
He was speechless with Ma, if he brought Yuzao into this disco, I'm afraid it would immediately develop into a fight because someone wanted to come up and take advantage of it.
He Ma would never let this group of "Le Se" touch his precious apprentice with salty hands.
Therefore, if you bring Yuzao in, you must fight with weapons.
In the best case, a fight would bring disaster to the fish in the pond and blow up the medicine seller.
The worst possibility is to startle the snake.
After thinking about it with Ma, he felt that he still couldn't bring the female relatives in, so he brought the female relatives in.
Leaving aside the possibility of beating the grass and scaring the snake, it would be inconvenient to start fighting or do anything with the girl.
Unless it's a girl like Honami who can fight side by side with her.
But even if it's Honami, it's not convenient to bring it in.
So Hema said to Yuzao: "Well, you go home first. I will go in and see the situation myself."
Jinguji Yuzao replied: "It's possible, but I think it's better to have someone who can take care of each other, right? Going in alone, even you are not very safe. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case."
Jinguji didn't object and Ma didn't take herself in. Obviously, she knew that going in might become the fuse of the fighting.
After thinking about it with Ma, it made sense.
At this time, it is suitable to go to the disco together - only Ah Mao!
So he said to Ma: "You go home first, I will call Amao from the public phone."
As he spoke, Hema took out coins and walked towards the public telephone booth not far away.
At this time, he suddenly realized that he had no coins on him—usually he would bring a few 500 yen coins with him for emergencies, but when he changed his clothes yesterday, he seemed to have forgotten to take out the coins in his pocket!
Kazuma turned around in embarrassment, and said to Tamamo Jinguji who had already taken out the monthly pass and was about to take the bus home: "Lend me five hundred yen..."
Jinguji was stunned for a moment, and asked back: "Didn't Chiyoko check the things you brought before you went out today? Her sister is negligent today."
"Stop talking, lend me some."
Jinguji Tamamo took out his wallet, first took out a few 500 yen coins from the side coin pocket, and then drew a 10,000 yen bill, and stuffed them into Kazuma together.
"I think that when you go to a disco, you must have a 10,000 yuan bill with you." She said, "Although I have never been to a disco."
—So you want to go in and see it, right? You definitely want to go in and see it!
"Then, I'm leaving." Jinguji Yuzao said, reaching out to help Kazuma straighten his collar, "Be careful."
He Ma nodded, just at this time, the bus came into the bus stop not far away.
Jinguji hurriedly ran all the way to the bus stop and squeezed into the bus before the doors closed.
After watching the bus leave with Mamu, he went to the phone booth, threw a 500 yen coin into the coin slot, and dialed his home phone.
**
More than an hour later, Amao arrived.
"I have washed all my coats and they are still not dry," A Mao pointed at his clothes, "so I borrowed a set of clothes from Senior Huacheng."
He Ma looked at Amao and nodded: "Yes, he looks like a college student who is doing nothing. When he goes in later, his expression should be a bit more fierce, and he doesn't look like a good person."
Amao smiled: "Master, have you forgotten what I was doing before I changed my mind?"
After speaking, he immediately put on the classic expression of a bad boy, looking murderous and defiant.
Clapping with the horse: "Okay, very similar! By the way, have you been to a disco before?"
"Of course I did. We robbed the money from the lower grades, just to play pachinko, karaoke, and disco... Ah, I know it's wrong, and I've already paid back all the money!"
"Okay, then you are an expert, this time I want you to lead me, the master, into the door."
It's not about flirting with horses, he has been a human being in two lifetimes, and he has never been to a disco until now.
It is common to go to nightclubs to entertain clients, but nightclubs are not discos after all, at least they are private rooms.
This is the first time He Ma entered a disco where a large group of people mingled and writhed wildly.
Thinking about it is a little exciting.
Ah Mao led He Ma across the road to the photo of "Death Pit", exchanged glances with the group of people at the door, and then the group continued to smoke and chat by themselves.
Amao led He Ma into the door.
He Ma asked in a low voice: "You just took a look at each other and made the incision right?"
"No, no, there is no incision. This kind of thing is all about style. Just look at it and you will know 'ah, this is the same kind', even if I didn't dye my hair today."
With that said, the two entered the second door.
This second door is obviously much thicker than the previous one, and the sound insulation effect is also better.
After entering the second door, He Ma's ears were temporarily deaf.
The whole room was filled with the sound of bang, bang, bang, and the crowd was writhing crazily under the psychedelic lights.
There is a DJ scratching the discs on the stage-no, there is no disc rubbing in this era, the DJ should be frantically twisting the knobs on the synthesizer
Anyway, the DJ was making noise while shaking his head like when Jinguji was playing drums just now.
He Ma was speechless: "Is he really not going to shake his head off?"
Amao: "Ah? What are you talking about?"
The noise was so loud that it was impossible to have a normal conversation.
Waving with Ma: "Leave me alone! Take me for a stroll, I want to find someone."
Before Amao came, Hema had been staring at the exit of "Death Pit". Unless the drummer named Yuyi escaped through the back door, he must be in this disco.
The key is how to find him
He Ma glanced at the smoky environment, and couldn't help but be speechless: It's really difficult to find a person from this group of demon dancers.
But he thought about it for a while: if he came here and planned to trade problematic drugs, then he couldn't dance in the crowd.
He must be in those booths next to him, that's where he can "talk about things".
So He Ma patted Amao on the shoulder and pointed to the deck.
Amao nodded immediately, and led He Ma to the booth.
The two soon arrived at the booth area, and before he and Ma checked the people sitting in the booth one by one, a waiter came up to him: "What would you like to drink?"
It seems that when you come to the booth, you must order a drink.
He Ma: "There is coffee..."
Amao: "I want whiskey."
"Understood. A glass of whiskey. How about you, sir?"
The waiter looked at the horse.
Hema understands that we can only order wine here.
He traveled over and lived in Japan for a long time, subconsciously began to abide by the rule of not drinking before the age of 20.
If I really ordered coffee just now, I'm afraid it wasn't for this investigation that would be in vain.
He Ma: "I want vodka."
"A glass of vodka, pay first, sir." The waiter said and put the empty plate in front of Amao and Ma.
Kazuma took out the 10,000 yuan bill given by Jinguji just now and put it on the plate.
The waiter looked at He Ma expectantly, obviously waiting for a "don't look for it".
He Ma: "Find good money and send it back with the wine."
So the next moment, He Ma enjoyed an epic face-changing performance.
Is it so explicit
The waiter responded weakly: "Sir, please wait a moment, what you want will be here soon."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
Amao naturally sat down at the nearest booth, and He Ma hurriedly followed and sat opposite Amao.
"Will you really drink a drink later?" He Ma asked.
"I'm a real ex-delinquent. I've already drank alcohol, as well as cigarettes." Ah Mao shrugged, "I was not as tall as I am now, so after drinking, I always hide from ghosts and ride bicycles." The patrolmen are quite exciting."
He Ma: "Now you look like a real adult, and you should not be interrogated by the police."
"I hope so. At worst, when you go back, find a tie or something to tie around your head."
and the horse laughed.
Amao changed the subject: "Did Master see the target?"
"No." Hema shook his head, "When I was stalking outside, it was easy to follow because the target was dressed in a visual kei band, but now in this room, all the fucking people in visual kei band..."
"Master, you can do this. When the wine comes later, you hold the wine glass, pretending to be looking for someone to make friends, and wander around the booth area. This is normal, and no one will care about it."
He Ma was speechless: "Why are you so proficient? How many times have you been to the disco?"
"I'm a former delinquent. I know everything about the disco." A Mao said and patted his chest.
And the horse shrugged.
At this time, on the stage where the DJ was, a strong man stepped onto the stage.
With the guitar on his back, the strong man went straight to the DJ, punched the DJ to the ground, and threw him off the stage.
The people who were playing disco stopped twisting and burst into cheers like a tsunami.
Hema pointed to the stage: "What's going on here? Customs?"
Amao shook his head: "Sorry, Master, I have never seen this scene. It should be unique to this disco."
A band came on stage and started tuning.
The people in the disco stopped twisting and chanted "URB" and "URB" together, loud enough to overwhelm the sound of the disco music that was still playing.
He Ma glanced at Amao, who spread his hands to him.
Obviously this URB is also beyond the scope of Amao's knowledge.
He Ma suspects that this URB is the name of the band. But now the scene where everyone rhythmically shouted the three English letters together always reminded Kazuma of the scene when European and American audiences shouted TSM in unison when watching the League of Legends World Finals in his previous life.
When crossing with the horse, the S10 hadn't started playing yet. I don't know if the S10 will have the share of the big glass master.
At this time, someone finally remembered to turn off the music. A guy dressed as a staff member ran onto the stage, went to the front of the DJ booth, and turned off the current music.
The lead singer of the URB band picked up the microphone and shouted to the audience: "I kept you waiting!"
There was cheering from below.
"Let's fuck the god of music together!" The lead singer shouted again, raising the world-wide gesture representing rock and roll.
The people below also raised the same gesture together, shouting "God of Music"!
Goosebumps appeared on the back of the horse's head.
What the hell, this shit can't really be the scene of some foreign god's sacrifice, right
Like to play the god of music and use the art of music to seduce people... the king in yellow
No way no way
He Ma glanced at Amao, who also frowned.
After meeting their eyes, Amao asked He Ma: "Master, the scene in front of me... reminds me of **, how do you distinguish between music fanaticism and religious fanaticism?"
He Ma: "Perhaps there is no need to distinguish."
He Ma recalled the SCP Foundation, which he paid close attention to in his previous life. This is an open new ghost talk creation project co-created by many people. There is an SCP in this project that is just a meme. The content is that the SCP Foundation put the Beatles, Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson The fanaticism caused by musicians like , is regarded as an abnormal phenomenon.
Because this phenomenon cannot be contained, the SCP Foundation finally decided to assassinate Elvis Presley and others.
There is an appendix at the end of that document, which is the evaluation of the SCP Foundation's Ethics Committee. It is believed that this phenomenon may not be SCP, but just a frenzy caused by normal music.
Now that He Ma witnessed the "music mania" with his own eyes, he suddenly felt that the SCP might not be playing tricks—maybe it really was some kind of anomalous phenomenon.
If so, it could explain a lot of things.
This kind of fanaticism, to be honest, is not different from religious fanaticism at all.
It's just that music lovers didn't launch a crusade.
And the frenzied scene in front of Kazuma right now might really be the mass of the God of Music, a god who doesn't know where he came from.
When he gets home, Hema will definitely have a good chat with Yuzao about this matter.
At this time, the waiter with a stinky face came back and put the wine and change on the table in front of Hema.
He Ma put away the change, picked up the wine glass, and glanced at A Mao: "I'll go for a walk."
Amao nodded: "I'm right here, serving as a backup."
Standing up with the horse, he walked towards the depths of the card seat area with leisurely steps.
At the same time, the URB band on the stage began to sing the first song.
He Ma has listened to rock and roll all his life, and he thinks he has a certain appreciation for rock and roll.
The rock of the URB band made him involuntarily turn his head to look at the stage.
This band, unexpected level is not bad
So, after seeing the God of Music, can you really improve your music creation ability
He Ma was thinking about it, when he ran into someone else head-on, the wine in his hand spilled all over He Ma.
He turned his head to look at the person he met, and was about to apologize when he suddenly realized that the person who came was not kind.
The strong man who was a head taller than Hema looked down at Hema: "Hey, this lost lamb, it seems that he can't find where his home is?"
He Ma smiled: "I just want to find someone to make friends with."
"People who love music are friends. Do you love music?" the strong man asked back.
He Ma: "Of course, I love music too much."
"But what you bring is not a guitar, but a bamboo knife." The strong man said.
"This..." He Ma was about to explain, when suddenly there were warm cheers from around.
He and the strong man turned their heads to look at the stage.
I saw a person climbed onto the stage from the front of the stage, went straight to the drummer of URB, knocked the drummer down with a punch, grabbed the drum stick and began to beat hard.
The person on stage was Yu Yi, the drummer who led Kazuma to this disco!
Violent drums resounded throughout the disco. The other members of URB were about to come up to fight, but their expressions changed when they heard the drums.
The lead singer shouted: "A new family member is born! Let's go crazy for music together!"
With his mouth half open, he felt more and more that this popular so-called new drug was not as simple as sex.
Where does the general ** have this effect
Can it really improve the level of music creation
At this time, the strong man in front of He Ma said, "Do you want to meet the God of Music too?"
He Ma nodded decisively: "I'm a little interested."
He wants tangible evidence.
"Then you're in the wrong place." The strong man said, "We don't know what kind of madness these people are going through here."
He Ma looked at the strong man suspiciously.
The other party changed his vicious expression just now, and spread his hands together: "We are just running the disco peacefully, paying protection fees to Inagawa Club who manages this site every week, and then we have to use the money to manage the patrolmen in this area, Occasionally a gift for the police chief's daughter.
"We are good citizens."
He Ma frowned, he knew that if he forced himself in this disco, he probably wouldn't be able to find anything.
The enemy has been alarmed and ran away cautiously.
But this time it wasn't completely useless.
He Ma turned his head and glanced at the drummer Yu Yi who was drumming passionately on the stage.
At least He Ma knew someone who definitely had an affair with the music god.
In addition, an underground band URB, which may be related to the god of music, was discovered.
Next, just keep an eye on the drummer Yoichi, ask Saori Kitagawa to find out about this URB band, and you can always find some clues.
So He Ma showed a regretful expression: "That's it, then I'll go ask these people on the stage later."
"It's useless." The strong man shook his head. "Many of us have asked what the God of Music is, and they said a lot of things they couldn't understand. At that time, I asked, 'You just say the God of Music Who is the god, Elvis Presley or John Lennon', and they laughed."
He Ma was half pretending and half really shocked: "Even Elvis Presley and John Lennon are not considered the gods of music?"
The strong man shrugged his shoulders: "Yeah, I also think it's ridiculous. Maybe in their view, these few are just 'angels' or 'saints'."
He Ma took the opportunity to express his deduction and tested it: "Could this be a new religion?"
"Who knows, I personally feel that the popularity of rock and roll is enough to be religious." The strong man shrugged, then snapped his fingers, and summoned an attendant, "Come on, give this person a new glass of vodka, after all, it's me Knocked over his vodka."
The waiter nodded: "OK."
The strong man added: "Send it to the customer's place."
The meaning of this is obvious, it is to let He Ma go back to his seat quickly and don't sway around.
And the horse went down the donkey: "Okay, I'll go back and wait for the vodka. Would you like to sit down and have a chat?"
"No, I'm quite busy as the manager of this disco." Said the strong man bowed to Kazuma, turned and left.
The waiter stood where he was, looking at He Ma, obviously he would not get the wine until He Ma returned.
He Ma could only turn around and return to his seat, and glanced at A Mao.
Amao: "I feel like I hit a nail?"
"Yes, the master should have run away. It is estimated that this place will not have the kind of pill transaction that can meet the god of music for a long time." He Ma was speechless.
"Did you startle the snake?"
"Probably. But if we don't come in and have a look, we will never be sure that there is really a problem here." He Ma whispered.
At this time the waiter brought up the wine.
He Ma waited for the waiter to leave, and poured the wine in the glass into the trash can under the table.
He would not drink any drink from someone who might be the enemy.
Amao: "How about I go out and call Police Officer Shiratori?"
"It's useless. The other party has completely left the relationship behind, so they can only catch the few on the stage. But look at it, they will 100% not reveal the secret."
Amao also looked at the stage, looking helpless.
"Let's go." He Ma said.
Ah Mao nodded, and poured the undrinked wine in front of him into the trash can under the table.
Then the two stood up and moved towards the door.
**
On the second floor of Death Pit, a person wearing a peaked cap asked the manager of Death Pit who came upstairs: "Interpol?"
"No, it's not like that. On the outside, she looks more tender than the average detective, like a college student, but... has a greasy feeling. She is very smooth in handling things."
The man in the cap frowned.
The manager continued: "And I always feel that the person I'm talking to looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."
In this era, image dissemination mainly relies on photos in newspapers and television. For those who do not often read newspapers and television, it is normal for them to be unfamiliar with Kazuma’s face.
But the name "Kiryu Kazuma" should be known by many people through word of mouth.
Especially the residents of this kind of underground world, they have heard the name of the person who raised a three-generation organization in the Kanto United alone.
However, just now Kiryu and Ma did not report their family background.
The man in the peaked cap pondered for a few seconds, and then said to the men by the door: "Follow them."
The subordinate immediately nodded, and then left quietly.
The man in the peaked cap then said to the manager: "We are going to move, we can no longer stay in this place where people are watching."
The manager hurriedly asked: "Then if someone comes to sell things, we should..."
"Don't worry, the God of Music will guide the dependents to find new selling points. You just need to continue to provide the dependents with places to play their musical strengths."
The manager hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Understood."
To be honest, the manager doesn't believe in the nonsense that the god of music guides his family members at all.
But since people didn't want to tell him what was going on, he didn't bother to ask.
Living in the underground world, knowing less is often a blessing.
"Is there anything else I need to do?" the manager asked.
The man in the peaked cap shook his head: "No, you've done a good job. If the police come, you can tell all you know. When you need legal aid, someone will come to you .”
The manager bowed to the man in the cap and exited the room.
The man in the peaked cap immediately stood up, without even looking at the alternate passage leading to the back door, he opened the window of the room directly, jumped out of the window, and quickly disappeared into the night with a parkour movement that would surprise a horse when he saw it.
The wind blew into the room through the open window, making the smoke of the still-extinguished cigarette in the ashtray dance with the wind.