Junko smiled, and thought: You still have a conscience, and you don't forget to mention me when you are a woman, so you haven't spent the whole night with you.
"Sir, in front of a woman, it's not good to mention another woman's name? I don't know, I thought you were looking for a substitute."
Fan Jianming smiled and said: "To be honest, your figure is too much like her, and she is a woman I will never forget."
Junko thought to herself: It seems that you are really a person who looks so kind, looks so kind, and has such a pure heart. You want to find me, isn't it for liquidation and revenge?
Fan Jianming became a little worried after seeing the thoughts in her heart.
To be honest, he really didn't want Junko to set himself up from the beginning, helping Eric use himself to frame Daniel and Kimberly.
Junko smiled and said, "You said Junko, isn't it the one who opened the tea art club?"
"Oh," Fan Jianming pretended to be a little surprised: "Do you know her?"
Junko smiled and said, "I didn't know each other, but people often confessed me and her when they looked behind them. Later, we not only met, but we were also good friends."
"Oh, then may I ask the lady who is—"
"My name is Mie Oshima. You guessed it right. I am from a neighboring country and live in the nearby village. How about you?"
Oshima Mie and Junko, who is her true color?
"Fan Jianming, from the East."
"Fan..." Chunzi pretended to recognize him just now: "Are you the one wanted? The wanted order says that you had killed an inspector with the same supermodel?"
Fan Jianming smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"
"When I saw the wanted warrant, I was scared, but people who saw you didn't seem so scary."
"Right," Fan Jianming asked deliberately, "You said you and Chunzi are friends, so have you seen her these two days?"
Junko smiled and said, "No. She usually stays in the tea art club, and she is not a person in our village. Unless there is something, we rarely meet each other."
"If possible," Fan Jianming took out his cell phone and said to Chunzi: "Shall I call her and let her sit down together?"
Fan Jianming said that because he wanted Chunzi to show his true shape.
After all, they met by chance here, Junko might wear a human holster, but he might not be able to handle it anymore.
And she’s here now, so she shouldn’t care about the tea art club. Normally, she should keep her mobile phone turned on.
, In order to grasp and deal with the tea art club at any time.
Fan Jianming thought: As long as she turns on the phone by herself, she will definitely try to stop herself.
Unexpectedly, Junko smiled: "OK, I haven't seen her for a long time. It would be best if she could come."
Chunzi's reaction was beyond Fan Jianming's expectations, but he immediately thought that since Chunzi possesses a biological human holster, she must be no ordinary person. After she disguised her new identity, she would definitely make all preparations.
If you guessed it correctly, Junko's phone should be turned off.
The problem was that this had already been said, and Chunzi agreed again. Knowing that her mobile phone had been turned off, Fan Jianming still clicked on Chunzi's mobile phone number.
"Hey, Fan, finally waiting for your call, where are you?"
Fan Jianming was stunned, this is so...
He understood in an instant, it was obvious that it must be a masterpiece of the master of darkness!
The Lord of Darkness can specifically cover Junko, so Junko should also be the person who rules the organization of darkness.
"I'm at the West Coast Club right now, and I just ran into a wife named Mie Oshima. She said she knew you. Would you like to come and sit together?"
"Okay, I'll be there in a while, see you later."
Fan Jianming was completely blinded.
He thought: It's okay for the darkness to synthesize Junko's voice, can he still synthesize a Junko person?
Fan Jianming immediately had a three-dimensional soul, looking for the signal to pass.
The last time I searched for the voice, it appeared in an Internet cafe. This time he wanted to see if he would still appear in that Internet cafe?
When he realized that the other end of the phone was, once again covered, another living pure child still appeared in front of him.
And he smelled the scent of Junko, exactly the same as that night.
Looking at the environment in which she lives, it is an ordinary suburban villa with a total of two floors. There are also a man, a woman, and two children in the family.
When that Junko answered his phone, he was saying goodbye to the two children.
Through perspective, Fan Jianming discovered that Chunzi's body was the body she was familiar with that night.
As for the Junko in front of him, the skin on his body was obviously whiter than that of Junko that night.
how can that be?
If the person on the phone is the real Junko, but the audio and video in the brain of this Junko, would it appear that the two were in the hotel that night?
If we say that this pure in front of us
Zi is real, but her body is obviously not the one she encountered that night?
Hold on, hold on!
Fan Jianming immediately distinguished the voices of the two people, and found that Chunzi's voice in front of him seemed to be closer to that of Chunzi that night.
So who is that Junko on the other end of the phone?
The tone of listening to her was like she was the one who was with me that night!
Forget it, I still have to distinguish temporarily, no matter who is true or false, on the phone, I will call her Junko for the time being, and the one in front of me, just call her Oshima Mie according to her wishes!
"What's the matter with you?" Seeing Fan Jianming in a daze, Oshima Meihui asked.
Fan Jianming smiled and said: "Oh, I'm thinking about a question. I heard that the guests here don't have to pay cash. I really want to know how women get financial benefits after providing services?"
Oshima Mihui smiled: "Don't you know? You must have a membership card to come to this club, and to apply for a membership card, you must have a lot of funds for protection."
"The guaranteed funds for ordinary cards are two million U.S. dollars, silver cards are five million U.S. dollars, gold cards are eight million U.S. dollars, and black cards are 10 million U.S. dollars."
"Moreover, after every consumption, before the second consumption, you must fill in the consumption funds before you can continue. Otherwise, no matter how much money you keep in your card, the club's identification system will refuse to serve you."
"The women who come here have a card of their own. Every time the guest enters the room with the guest, the guest will swipe the card. When leaving, the club system will transfer the fee from the guest's card to the woman according to time. On our card."
"Whatever you do, it is calculated in time?"
Oshima Meihui nodded and said, "Yes, as long as you swipe your card to enter the room, even if you don't do anything, you will still be billed by time."
Fan Jianming’s eyes deliberately let out a flash of lightning: "I heard that all the women here have the card you mentioned?"
Fan Jianming said it tactfully, but he was actually asking if Oshima Mihui was also in this business.
Mie Oshima nodded: "You can understand this. This is a man's world. No one will bring a wife or girlfriend. If you are not a woman in this business, you will not be allowed to come in."
"What about Chunzi?" Fan Jianming asked, "She is the owner of the tea art club, so she shouldn't be short of money, right?"
(End of this chapter)