Ogier Street, the five-yuan shop at the end of the street.
Morelin, who was sitting quietly reading the newspaper in front of the workbench, did not look at James, but simply raised his hand and pointed to the platform in the center of the room, "Take off your coat and stand up."
James did so. Looking at himself in the standing mirrors, he subconsciously straightened his wrinkled shirt.
Morelin closed the newspaper, took off the tape measure hanging from his neck, walked straight towards James where he was standing, held the front end of the tape measure with one hand, pressed it on James' shoulder, and passed the tape measure hanging down naturally with one hand. The friction sound of the rope was quiet and peaceful, stopping on the other shoulder.
"Your thinking." Mo Ruilin looked at his measuring tape, took out the small notebook on his chest, and wrote down the dimensions. "It's a little confusing."
James took a deep breath when the other person raised his arm and put the measuring tape around his chest, "Zach suggested me to come."
"Haha." Mo Ruilin, who was standing behind James to record the measurements, smiled and seemed to be admiring James' cooperation. Comfortable men's clothing is not as comfortable as women's clothing for the owner's breathing. "Ask about 'Cozier' Huh? Haha, you should be able to understand that Mr. Toledo’s suggestions are never simple.”
James frowned. Just like the evaluation given by Mo Ruilin, his thinking was a little confused.
James' arm was pulled by Mo Ruilin, and the measuring tape continued to measure, "Haha, you are thinking too much." Mo Ruilin looked at the closet full of men's clothes, "Louis and Miss Mo requested at the wedding The women's clothing is ready, you still have time to send it back later."
James had a flat tire. Then he immediately raised his breath, and the measuring tape went around his waist. Humans only have a few sensitive parts.
"And Grande didn't pay, so you pay."
James's face twitched, "I still have to ask about Kozier." He exhaled slightly. He reiterated the purpose of his coming here.
"Aren't we in progress?" Morelin's voice was calm and gentle. One end of the tape measure was against the police badge on James's waist, and the other end extended upwards and stopped at his armpit. The two people facing him met each other's eyes. , "You still have to pay for your set."
James frowned. He wants to quit this platform. He is not here to make clothes, and he doesn't intend to spend money for no reason.
Stand still. In his mind, a familiar and stern voice suddenly sounded. James' movements froze and he subconsciously took a military stance!
Morelin smiled, shook his head slightly, squatted down with the measuring tape, and began to measure the length of his pants. Not only did he forcefully sell James clothes, he also wanted to sell a complete set!
"You..." James' face turned pale instantly, and he lowered his head to look at Morelin as soon as he reacted. Prepare to dodge...
Stand up straight! you're a soldier! The familiar and stern voice appeared in James' mind again!
James' face was pale, but he still subconsciously stood up straight and looked straight ahead! Standard military posture! Because that voice belongs to James's father, General Lance! It is absolutely impossible for people here to be in Barton at this time!
"Sorry for this little trick." Morelin, who had recorded the size, stood up and looked at James, who was pale, and he smiled and tilted his head. "But I 'read' everything about you, I see. That's the biggest deterrent to you."
There were beads of sweat on James' forehead, "You, what did you do?!" He was surprised.
"The human heart." Morelin looked at James with a smile, "To me it's just an open book." The mind-reader hung the tape measure behind his neck again, "I just turned it over to make you honest. The page that matches.”
Like I said, mind readers are powerful. Morelin, very powerful.
Morelin turned around and walked to his workbench. The small notebook with the dimensions was spread out, and he began to copy the data. If only Morelin had an assistant. There is no need to do this chore work personally, but as we know, Eli is not here.
"What, how..." James probably wanted to ask why such a thing happened, but seriously, even if the mind reader explained it, would he understand it.
After all, James was not too stupid to continue asking questions that were beyond his understanding. He walked off the platform and stared at Mo Ruilin gloomily, "You said we are doing it, what are we doing? I need to know what Cozier is! You are using this method to tell me that Cozier can also read minds..."
Morelin glanced at James and walked towards the cabinet where fabrics were piled, "Choose one."
James, who was interrupted, only glanced at the position of the fabric, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "You can't just 'read' what I want to choose..."
"Fellow, black." Mo Ruilin responded with a smile, then tilted his head, "What a boring and unoriginal choice."
James looked like his throat was stuck. What he just said was a negative comment. Not only did he not need the other party to answer, he also didn't need the other party to comment on his clothing taste! But Morelin hadn't finished yet—
"And I still need to remind you that it's summer and your choices are too willful." Woolen, please! Morelin was still smiling, waving to James, and walked towards the cupboard, "You'd better come over and feel it for yourself." He had already pulled up a piece of fabric, tempting the customers like a normal businessman.
James pursed his lips and stepped forward. What else could he do besides obeying the mind-reader's rhythm? Are you going to leave? And then he went back to this line of work without any gain and was ridiculed? hehe.
Holding the fabric recommended by Morelin in his hand, James was thinking about something else entirely.
From Ogier to the north, Back Bay, there is another person who has to follow the rhythm of the mind reader, Amelia.
Amelia stared at the tea cup placed on her coffee table, and was forced to listen to Ozzie Cozier's 'solo', which ruined her rare relaxing 'vacation'.
What is James doing on the other side of this deal? Amelia thought. It's not that Amelia cares about James, but the benefit of her psychological expertise - when a person is extremely disgusted with the current situation, the 'best' way to face it is to 'break away' and let the soul go to another world . Commonly known as escape.
"You're not listening." Oz tilted his head and looked helplessly at Amelia, who was still in her bathrobe. "You also chose a topic (what James is doing) that I don't care about right now." Zi pursed his lips and said, "You know, Amelia, for an ordinary person, you are very adaptable to dealing with different people. You figured out how to deal with it so quickly."
This was probably because the words of praise did not receive any response from Amelia, who was immersed in her own thoughts—James spent the morning off reading gossip magazines, taking a bath, and applying facial masks... Hey, Emily How does Ya think, no one can interfere... no one
Amelia's body stiffened suddenly, and the pages of the book in her heart were turned.
Emilia sat down opposite Oz with a gloomy expression. He frowned tightly, and his face looked like he was ready to listen to the other party's lecture attentively. Yes, it was a 'lecture', because just now, a scene from her student days appeared in front of Emilia's eyes, where a stern psychology professor was scolding a sleeping student with a piece of chalk!
"What did you do to me!" Emilia glared at Oz in front of her.
Oz smiled, "I said, we have to start over." Oz once again pushed out the tea cup he had brewed to Amelia, "Friendly communication is the first step to a good relationship. How can I let you here? I got distracted during an important communication.”
"What did you do to me!!" Emilia repeated again, with a fierce tone, because she found that she couldn't let go. Her whole mind was pointed to one thing - listening to Oz! Just like when she was a student, she forced herself to listen carefully to the old professor's drowsy lectures!
"Oh?" Oz smiled, "Are you curious? Maybe you can understand what you said." He took a slow sip of tea. "The human heart is a very complex thing. You can say it is a continuous process of thinking, memory, and emotion collection."
Damn it. Amelia really felt like she was listening to the class now! Believe me, Amelia’s purpose of studying hard and starting a job after graduation is definitely not to return to the classroom!
"I need you to focus now." Oz raised his hand, "So I find the paragraph in your heart that best meets my needs and read it out. Supervise you now."
"You used my memory to manipulate my current way of thinking and emotional direction!!" As expected of a psychology professional, Emilia told the truth. No, she roared angrily.
Oz raised an eyebrow. Start clapping. Bang bang bang, annoying.
"You surprised me." Oz commented, "Emilia, now I really want to be friends with you."
"Never!" He said simply, "With a guy like you! Never!!"
"Don't be like that." Oz smiled and waved his hand, "And don't call me 'this kind of guy'. I have identity and status, and I am not an ordinary alien..." Oz paused and looked at Amelia,' Talking to himself, "You don't believe me? Yes, I just said that the aliens in the west are the bottom of society, slaves and servants serving the Sabbat and humans, but I am not, I am a partner, a partner of the Sabbat …”
Oz raised his eyebrows, and his expression became helpless again, "Emilia, you'd better get rid of this dangerous idea as soon as possible." Well, people really wonder what Amelia is thinking about at this time! "How about this, I tell you Kozier's story and you will understand. How about it? Let's start our friendly reacquaintance with my family's story..."
Still, there's no end here, Oz will keep talking.
But if we had a choice, I think we would prefer that the story be told in a truly friendly way, well, at least not in a way that is extremely disgusting on the part of the person listening to the story and force-fed on it by the person telling the story.
Very conveniently, Ogier Street, Five Yuan Store, this story will be carried out in the conversation of another pair, come back here.
"Very good." Morelin marked James' choice. "As for the style, how about leaving it to me." Morelin looked at James with a smile, "I can guarantee that it will be the same as what you are used to and those you have recently. Starting with Barton Lister followed by the talkative 'Kozier' is completely different and you'll love it."
James' frowned eyebrows moved. The other party took the initiative to mention Cozier. This was a good thing, "You are going to tell me Cozier..."
"Don't be so anxious." Mo Ruilin shook his head, still smiling, "How about some family stories first. Everything you want to know is here."
What could James say? He pursed his lips and made a gesture of please.
"My ancestor was a lowly slave who didn't even have a name." Morelin began. He pulled up the chair next to the workbench, indicating that this was a story that would take some time. "He was an assistant to the torture officer. The only space for him to survive is to listen to the voices of those poor people who have been tortured in the bloody torture chamber... "
James made the first interruption, "When, when are you telling this story?" Reasonable questioning.
"Three centuries ago." Mo Ruilin answered, and then continued, "Probably, if there is no accident, he will die of old age in that dark torture room. Until one day, a big shot appears." Mo Ruilin smiled, as if he was afraid James didn't know, "The big shot refers to a 'Lesembra' from the Sabbat. You can ask Zach when you go back."
What James is doing now, well, may seem a little stupid, but it has to be. He grimaced, took out his small notebook, wrote 'Lesembra', and checked the spelling with Morelin.
"This big shot seemed to just come to see the work progress of his slaves and left quickly." Morelin continued to smile while narrating the story, "After all, the torturer is a shapechanger known for his cold-bloodedness. Assistant He is also a mind-reader who is good at digging into people's hearts. This big shot doesn't need to waste his late night snack (blood) and put his noble sight (eyes of charm) on the guy who is being tortured."
Morrellin paused and looked at James with some disappointment, "You didn't understand what I meant. I'm telling you that all the foreign races in the West are slaves serving the Sabbat. For centuries It was like this before, and it’s probably the same now.”
Naturally, James's face turned gloomier.
After specifically reminding James, Morelin continued, "A few days later, my ancestor left the torture chamber with a certain death mood and found this big man. He said the following words, 'Master , I made this scarf that you can wear on your neckline, so that next time your stained neckline can be replaced, you won’t have to worry about that sudden appetite for sex at those parties.'"
In James' mind, the evolution of gentleman's formal attire over the centuries came to mind. He felt cold.
"The big man patted my ancestor on the shoulder and asked, 'Very good, my troubles have been solved. I'm very happy. So do you, a lowly creature, have any troubles that I can help you solve?'" Mo Ruilin Imitating the tone of the character in the story, "'I want a name, master.' My ancestor answered this way." Morilin shrugged, "The big man is probably really in a good mood, but not so good that he can give him honorable gifts at will. He said, 'How about Cozier? From now on, you will be called Cozier.'"
Again, this story is not over yet. (.)