Three men and one woman got on and off the high-speed locomotive.
Among them, the three men may have debuted in combination. The three heads are dyed red, green and yellow respectively. Together, they are a standard set of traffic lights. The lady bumped into her shirt with the talented little sister, and also had a leather jacket hanging outside her underwear. It seems that this outfit may be the winter fashion of a local hooligan, which is quite popular.
The four of them fell from the sky, and they didn't seem to be good people, but they were all in a row behind the crumbling black bar, but all of them were stunned and didn't dare to say a word.
Several people pushed each other for a moment below, and finally, the "traffic light group" made a concerted effort to push out the only woman among them.
The female motorcyclist, who wants grace but not temperature, endured the harsh winter, but did not bear the cold face of the gentleman at the back door of the bar. lost"
The man looked at her blankly, watching the female motorist sneezed so hard that she almost spit out her lungs.
The little boy who had just stopped choking was startled by the ferocious sneeze, and sat on the ground like a bird with a startled buttocks, groaned, and cried again.
The man holding the cigarette lowered his head, and the little boy glanced at him. After a glance, the boy's sobbing choked back in his throat, and he didn't dare to howl.
"Please come over with a policeman, don't stand in line here, come in." A man who stopped the child's cry at night picked up the little boy with one hand, turned his head and nodded at the motorcycle riders. "You too."
The locomotives filed in with amnesty.
The girl got up and hesitated, but the heat coming from the bar quickly disintegrated her will, she rubbed the scratch on the back of her hand, picked up her luggage, and followed in.
The decor in the bar is very retro, with a tattered chic, the sweet smell of rum floating in the air, and jazz music on the bar. It should be closed at this time, the waiter and bartender are not there, only the man who opened the door just now, probably the boss.
"A tavern owner, dragged like this?" the girl thought doubtfully. At this moment, she vaguely felt that something was moving on the shelf beside the table. At first, she thought it was a flickering light. With a pair of icy little eyes, she leaned back and was startled, only then did she see clearly that there was a large green lizard lying there.
"It's okay, this thing is lazy and doesn't bite." The boss put the little boy on the high stool opposite the girl and asked her, "What to drink?"
The girl turned back: "Beer."
The boss glanced at her: "How old are you?"
At this time, the girl used the light to see the boss's appearance clearly - this man has black hair, and although the facial contour is quite deep, it can be seen that he is of oriental origin. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and his arms were open, revealing a strong chest and a well-defined belly. Noticing that the girl was looking at him, he casually fastened two buttons.
There is an old scar on the man's neck, from the Adam's apple down to the shoulder, hidden in the shirt, making him a little more dangerous for no reason. He was smoking a cigarette, squinting slightly in the smoke, and there was still a bit of unshaved stubble on his chin. It can be said that he was very slovenly, but even if he was sloppy like this bear, he didn't look frivolous, and the reason was , probably his dark gray eyes.
Those eyes are very special, making people think of a canyon with thick fog, deep and cold.
When the girl's eyes met his, she subconsciously looked away and answered briefly, "Fifty."
The boss rolled his eyelids: "Speak human words."
This girl is a little hooligan who has no control This kind of nervousness is the nervousness of a truant boy watching the dean, and a late rookie watching his immediate boss.
So she bowed her head and folded herself in half: "Twenty-five."
At this moment, a flash of white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and the girl reacted slowly, covering her face with hindsight: "What are you doing!"
An invisible personal terminal floated on the boss's wrist, swiped on the girl, an identity file immediately floated in mid-air, two cigarettes spewed from his nose, a long eyebrow was slightly raised, and he read the girl's name: " Huang Jingshu?"
The girl frowned: "Why do you look at my ID card?"
The boss ignored it and snorted: "Your name is Jingshu too? It's a good name. It's the same name as the wife of the secretary general of the alliance."
What is "Mrs. Secretary General of the Alliance"? To the little sister of the eighth galaxy, it sounds like "scientists named the extraterritorial black hole Pixiu small intestine" - I haven't heard of it, I don't know what it means.
But not everyone can check other people's information at will. She still has this common sense. The girl stared at the man in front of her with full alertness: "Is the old lady bumped into a notice?"
The boss ignored her rude remarks: "Born in August 259 of the new star calendar, little brat, just sixteen?"
The girl holding her neck was swept away by his gaze, and she was three inches shorter for no reason.
The boss stretched out his hand, and the identity information floating on his wrist dissipated on the spot. A robotic hand took out a bottle of milk from the freezer of the bar, poured two glasses, and placed it in front of the girl Huang Jingshu and the little boy opposite her. Humanely touched the tuatara's head. It's a pity that the tuatara is a cold-blooded animal, and it doesn't care about another cold paw, so Ai-an ignored it and shrank its head and slowly crawled away.
"A minor, what are you meddling with?" the boss said. "You don't come home at midnight, and you hang around here with a grimace. Where are the adults in your family, no one cares about you?"
"What's wrong with Sixteen? What's wrong with you? The old lady is a 'black hole' person," the girl slapped the table sternly.
As soon as these words fell, even the music at the bar stopped intelligently, and everyone's eyes focused on the girl strangely. Earth-shattering. Next to him, Mr. Lumao raised his sleeves tremblingly, wiped his sprayed face, turned his head and asked, "What do you say you are?"
As we all know, the reluctantly established democratic government of the eighth galaxy is like a disposable lunch box, and so on, the governments of the planets are not as good as scraps of paper at all, and the police station is probably only a signpost, and no one takes them seriously. Since the government decides whether to do it or not, someone has to decide. Over time, it has created a situation where the gangs prevail. The Eighth Galaxy has many gangs, each with its own territory, and is the "invisible government" of the major planets.
And the "invisible government" entrenched in Beijing's β-star is called "black hole".
There is a secret ruler in the black hole named Lin. It is impossible to test whether it is "Lin" or "Lynn". They all call him "Fourth Brother" anyway. There are different opinions about the origin of the fourth brother. Some people say that he is a wanted criminal, while others say that he is an interstellar pirate who went ashore. However, after a few years, this person became famous in the "black hole", first became the confidant of the former head of the family, and then became the current head of the family.
How did the fourth brother climb to the top of this food chain? There are many legends full of conspiracy and blood and blood circulating among the people. I don’t know if they are true or not. Anyway, this kind of story has a vast market in the Eighth Galaxy, and it is suitable for all ages, both elegant and popular.
All the hooligans and little sisters on the Beijing β-star want to be the next fourth brother, and their longing for the "black hole" is as devout as the noble children of Votto's longing for Wulan Academy.
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The girl Huang Jingshu said boldly: "Black hole, haven't you heard of black hole in Beijing Star?"
After hearing her nonsense, the female motorcyclist looked at the girl's childish face with heavy make-up, and was delighted: "Fourth brother is so poor and crazy, even recruiting child labor?"
The girl raised her eyebrows and was about to retort, but before she opened her embroidered mouth and exhaled a string of black smoke, she saw the boss wipe her hands and instructed the robot next to her, "Call Lu Bixing."
The manipulator made an "ok" gesture and said in a flat voice, "Call Principal Lu—"
The girl was shocked: "you"
"How do I know which school you are from?" the boss asked for her, and then asked and answered himself, "The entire eighth galaxy who pretends to be a black hole is a student of that grandson."
As soon as he finished speaking, the manipulator trembled, and the call of "that grandson" was connected.
The icy electronic sound of the robotic arm changed to a man's voice, and a low and soft voice came out of the robotic palm: "It's rare, why did you think of me?"
The boss replied briefly: "Come here, lost and found."
"Huh?" The Principal Lu asked with a smile, "What have I lost?"
He speaks lazily, like singing, but his articulation is very clear, with a nasal sound at the end, which makes him look extraordinarily slender, and he doesn't sound like a serious principal.
"A bear boy named Huang Jingshu, check to see if it's from your school."
The manipulator paused, and then, the voice of the "Midnight Column Host" immediately became serious three octaves, and the speed of light switched to the "News Network" mode: "What, what happened? Where are you?"
Before the boss could answer, a small silver sword flashed across the manipulator's wrist. The boss's eyes narrowed, and he immediately got up and put on a coat. At the same time, he said to the manipulator, "In the 'broken tavern', stop talking nonsense, Hurry up and take them away."
Said, he ended the call involuntarily, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the manipulator behind the bar immediately fell off the base, automatically shrank, and the arm ring was buckled on the boss's arm - like a well-trained live parrot!
The girl Huang Jingshu grew up in the mountain valley of the Eighth Galaxy since she was a child.
The boss said "Penny, you watch the house" and hurriedly walked out the back door.
As soon as he left his forefoot, he heard a "ding dong" sound, and a sleepy middle-aged man in a police uniform came in and smiled politely at the ghostly motorcycle drivers: "Why, I heard that There are a few chores that I need to take care of."
"That's it," the female motorcyclist named Penny raised her chin at the little boy in the corner, "Lost children, take them away."
"Okay, okay, no problem, don't worry, Miss Petunia," this little brother-like policeman warmly took the little boy away, patted the boy on the back skillfully, and quickly coaxed the little boy who was a little scared. To be honest, then, he glanced around shyly, and asked with a smile, "Then why was the fourth brother here just now?"
The bad girl, Huang Jingshu, yawned alive and nearly dislocated her chin.
Penny gave her a half-smiling look.
"Unfortunately," she pulled the toothpick out of her mouth, moved the corner of her bright red mouth, and pointed to the back door that was not closed tightly, "Just left."
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