Las Vegas during the day is not as bustling as it is at night. This city, which becomes more and more beautiful at night, is quietly bathed in the sun, quiet like a lady, not as enthusiastic and wanton as it is under the moonlight at night.
An unremarkable taxi was driving on the road, and the speed was not fast, because—
"Ugh!" Lyle huddled in the corner of the rear car with a brown paper bag on his face, "Ugh uh uh..." This bag was unloaded from the plane by him.
The black driver of the taxi turned the angle of view of the mirror to Lyle, and asked jokingly, "Are you two here for a trip to Las Vegas? This gentleman seems to be in a very bad condition."
"Ouch... drank too much tomato juice and caused airsickness..." Lyle glanced at the mirror with pain on his face, and said tangledly, "That beautiful stewardess is so enthusiastic, it's all your fault, Asa!"
The big black man glanced at Lyle from the rearview mirror, and laughed teasingly, "Sir, are you jealous? You must be a loving couple. Oh sorry, I'm not gossiping, in fact, there are many same-sex couples who come here for vacation ...of course I'm not surprised at all that this gentleman was accosted, this is the most outstanding man I've ever seen in my career."
The black driver glanced at the long-haired man in a black wool coat sitting in the passenger seat.
"Ouch!~~~~~" Lyle's vomiting voice was particularly tortuous this time, "Oh no, don't say that, we are not lovers, I swear I only have friendship with this person! You have to believe me!"
The black driver laughed loudly and scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, but you don't need to call me sir, you know I'm just a driver."
"Ugh! I didn't tell you..." Lyle became dizzy even more.
Asa sat motionless in the passenger cab and looked at the moving street scene outside the window, turning a deaf ear to the conversation between the two.
From stepping off the plane and stepping into the city of Las Vegas, everything feels strangely familiar.
This is a kind of familiarity without roots. He obviously has no impression of this city in his memory, but he seems to have lived here.
It's as if he used to drive by these roads a lot, sometimes going into the convenience store to buy croissants and coffee...
The black driver was obviously an enthusiastic person. When he noticed that Asa had been turning his head and looking out the window, he started to act as a free tour guide, "Sir, that's the Luxor Hotel, and it's as beautiful as an angel at night."
"Angel? An angel that makes people fall into it?" Asa's voice was very soft, as if talking to himself.
The big black man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and realized that his analogy was not appropriate, "Of course, apart from his appearance, the most attractive thing is the casino inside."
"In fact, every hotel here has a casino, and your destination, the Bellagio Hotel, also has a casino of considerable size. After all, this is called a casino."
"Ouch..." Lyle retched repressedly...
"I prefer to call him City of Sin." Asa withdrew his gaze, slowly stroking the soft sleeves with his fingers, "A decadent and sinful city is covered with a glamorous and luxurious coat, but it can't hide the smell of decay and corruption. Thousands of people couldn't even get back to the surface."
The black driver was obviously stunned, then laughed a few times dryly, and said with a bit of sadness in his tone, "I have a cousin, in fact, he had a little money before he moved to Las Vegas, and since he After becoming obsessed with gambling, he completely degenerated. Now he lives in the underground pipeline at the corner in front, oh my god, he asked me to borrow money again a few days ago."
The black driver complained, "God knows how scared I am of him knocking on my door. I've lent him a lot of money. Gambling is a blood-sucking leech."
"Ugh... After all, people are too greedy!" Lyle interjected weakly, lying on Asa's seat with a pale face.
Asa sniffed, and moved her butt forward, "If you get closer to me again and point this stinky mouth towards me, I will definitely throw you out of the car!" The cold voice carried dislike.
His answer was...
"vomit!!!!!"
"..."
"Sir, you don't look like such a violent person..." The big black man turned on the music and tapped his hands on the steering wheel, "I think we are here, the Bellagio is just ahead, those fountains look beautiful don't they ?… "
Ten minutes later, the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel.
Asa walked down the aisle behind the hotel waiter, the sun shone through the glazed flower ceiling above the lobby, the European-style hotel satisfied Asa, if the man behind who was still vomiting was ignored.
The room in the Bellagio was arranged by the butler Samuel, and Asa had to admit that the butler was very caring, so caring that one had to doubt his motives.
"Ugh~, the hotel recommended by the housekeeper is really good. Look at those beautiful glazed flowers, I guess they must be blown by hand, it's really amazing." Lyle trotted to keep up with Asa, with a disheveled expression on his face. With intoxication, "I am always particularly sensitive to beautiful things."
The waiter who walked in front of the two also turned around and interjected, "Mister's guess is really accurate. The glazed flowers on the ceiling are from the famous teacher Dalu. In fact, there are many intoxicating things in our hotel. There is nothing more exciting than these. People relax. Oh God!" The waiter jumped back quickly.
"Ouch..."
"I'm so sorry, he just got off the plane..." Asa pursed his lips and said without changing his expression.
The waiter took a step back subconsciously, "Oh, it's all right, the cleaning staff will come to clean it right away..."
After that, Lyle followed behind the two of them, neither the waiter nor Asa said a word.
"Mr. is here. The cypress suite of our hotel is circular. You can see the most beautiful night view in Las Vegas. Below is the musical fountain. You can see it directly from here at night." The waiter put down the suitcase and stood He asked respectfully beside the luggage rack, "Is there anything else I need?"
"No, this is for you." Asa took out the tip from his wallet and handed it to the waiter, "By the way, which hall is the 'I am a Magician' show in?"
The waiter hurriedly accepted the tip, and replied with a respectful smile, "It's right next to the casino. Many tourists come for that show. Sir, you can go down to watch the show at night."
"I think I need to beat the jet lag, I've been on the plane for almost eleven hours."
"Then I won't disturb Mr. Rest."
— click.
The door was locked by the waiter considerately, Asa glanced at Lyle who was soft on the carpet, "Go to the show tonight."
"Oh no, you just said that you were going to lose jet lag!" Lyle moaned weakly, and bounced his foot on the ground.
Asa raised his eyebrows, knelt down and patted his face, "Remember you're a vampire, if you can't remember, I don't mind throwing you out of here, so you can soar in Las Vegas In the sky, you're going to be famous Mr. Lyle."
"Oh no, Asa, can you change the method of threatening people..." Lyle turned over and said in a muffled voice lying on the ground, "You go by yourself. In fact, I don't like Berg very much..."
"Huh?! Berg!" Lyle was startled, looked up at Asa suddenly, and asked uncertainly: "Your Excellency is going to see Berg's show?! Oh, believe me, I can definitely see it when I look closely. The tricks in his performances!"
Asa smiled, stood up and looked down at Lyle and said, "So you agree? Also, do you admire him?"
"Of course, I mean I agree. Oh! Worship? You must know that the vampire is a race with an excessive sense of superiority, and only the strong are worshiped, just like I only worship you and Butler Samuel." Lyle got up , sat back on the sofa.
"Samael? Is he the strong man you admire?" Asa suddenly approached Lyle, staring at him with lake-blue pupils, and asked in a low voice,
"In other words, you know his identity?"
"!!!!!!"