This is a very strange feeling... When Luo Qiu faced this new guest.
He was sober and clearly aware that he might not be suitable to face guests these days, but he almost instantly recovered his former state or was endowed with his former state.
Because of being sober and clear about the reason, Luo Qiu didn't even feel any awkwardness because of this, on the contrary, he felt that it was a matter of course. That's why he thought it was a strange feeling, not an awkward feeling.
The degree of assimilation with the club far exceeded his estimation of himself... He looked at the customers in front of him, and a sense of comfort that seemed to arise spontaneously gradually made him feel that this was his ultimate belonging.
In an instant, the change of the boss was not hidden from Da Zhe.
The black soul messenger is almost equal to the boss's property, so the black soul messenger's perception of the boss is naturally very strong... If Dazhe is like this, the maid naturally needless to say.
Dazhe saw that from last night to now, there was a nice smile on the face of the maid.
Suddenly, Da Zhe frowned... Frowning, maybe it was just an instinct, and he couldn't tell what it was for.
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The new customers are not as flustered as some of the usual customers. The new customers are calm and composed, and their faces are calm. It is easy to think that this may be a regular customer, or someone with a certain extraordinary power.
But in fact, the new guest is just an extremely ordinary person. He doesn't have any extraordinary power, and he is definitely not a regular customer... It can only be said that his temper is relatively cold.
gray eyes.
Boss Luo looked at the other person's eyes. The pupils of these eyes were usually black, but the boss thought of gray... It was the off-white color that was forcibly blended by squeezing out a large amount of white paint on top of black paint.
The new guest, after listening to the lady maid about the club's business rules, fell into silence. From the beginning to the time when he fell into silence, the new guest only asked three questions.
"Where is this?"
"Why am I here?"
"who are you."
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"Mr. Chen Mingming, I wonder if you have any doubts." The boss first said the name of the new guest, Chen Mingming.
But he didn't introduce himself, the boss just called out his name.
He... Chen Mingming just glanced at it unexpectedly. He relaxed himself, and from now on, he began to look at everything around him.
Placed on the display rack, there are all kinds of weird things, not far behind the counter, the rich wine collection, and the old record player and clock in the corner.
"You know, why is it called Mingming?" He suddenly looked at the boss, his eyes expressionless, his lips moved slightly, as if the face had been divided into a composite painting where the upper half was static and the lower half was dynamic.
Luo Qiu shook his head slightly... because he knew that Chen Mingming might like to say it by himself.
"When they gave me this name, they wanted me to be clear." Chen Mingming raised his hands and put them on the table, "Be clear about being a person, doing things clearly, and living clearly."
"They?" The boss asked suddenly.
"Apart from them, who else has the right to name their children?" Chen Mingming said indifferently.
Boss Luo nodded... Getting back to business, Boss Luo smiled slightly and said, "Well, guest, you already know the rules, but if you think about it, do you want to buy something?"
"Gun, give me a gun." Chen Mingming seemed to know what he wanted, "A gun that can kill anyone."
Da Zhe was quite moved by his request, but in this transaction, the black soul messenger is not qualified to speak... because this is not a task to find the gold master, and the gold master has already come to the boss, which is equivalent to the last step.
Boss Luo suddenly changed his sitting position, put his hands together on his lap, and looked at the neckline of Chen Mingming's clothes... There was a small tattoo pattern exposed here.
It's just that there are too few exposed parts. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to know what the complete pattern is.
"Mr. Chen, is there anyone you want to kill?" The boss asked softly after a while.
Chen Mingming shook his head, his eyes were still gray, "Not really. I just thought, if there is time, I can have such a means at hand."
Boss Luo nodded, "Mr. Chen, we sell anything here, but there are prerequisites. We need, at least something equivalent. For us, Mr. Chen's own ability, combined with everything, you are just an ordinary person But, as you can see, existence here also means extraordinary existence... A gun that can kill anyone, we can give, but Mr. Chen can't pay the price for this gun."
"This is normal." Chen Mingming was not disappointed, but nodded as if he thought it was very reasonable, "Then how about this, a gun that can kill anyone I have the ability to kill."
"Theoretically, under certain circumstances, ordinary people can also kill extraordinary people." Boss Luo smiled slightly: "Mr. Chen's definition is a bit too broad."
Chen Mingming was silent for a moment, and was about to speak again.
But Boss Luo suddenly said at this time, "Mr. Chen, I can recommend you a gun that should meet your needs..."
While speaking, the boss opened his palm, a silver pistol, starting from the handle of the gun, showing little by little... The silver color is just the luster when it is formed. become dull.
Boss Luo put the silver pistol on the table, and said slowly: "This gun has not been considered complete, it needs to be infused with your soul before it can be considered complete. Moreover, it cannot be used Ordinary bullets, it can only use bullets made with your own life, Mr. Chen."
"Using my life as a bullet?" Chen Mingming seemed a little moved.
Boss Luo said indifferently: "We know that if you really want to kill someone, what I'm talking about is that as long as you are willing to put in the effort and time, you can always find a time to kill someone if there is not much difference in individual force." Dead man, will Mr. Chen deny this statement?"
Chen Mingming shook his head slightly.
"Then use your time as a bullet and kill the people you say you are capable of killing."
"How do I determine how long my bullet will take?"
"When you need to use a bullet, this gun will naturally tell you."
"How to sell?"
"Mr. Chen, when you can no longer fill this gun with bullets, we will recycle this gun... At the same time, we will also recycle your soul, what do you think?"
"Have you run out of bullets?"
Boss Luo smiled slightly and said, "Theoretically, as long as Mr. Chen doesn't shoot the first bullet, your life will come to an end naturally."
For a long time, under the gaze of the boss and the gaze of the maid, Chen Mingming slowly picked up the silver pistol on the table.
Until he left in front of Boss Luo, Chen Mingming never said a word.
Da Zhe frowned at this time, walked to Luo Qiu's side, and couldn't help but said: "Boss, this guy... seems very dangerous. You gave him this gun, so you are not afraid of him messing around."
"We will sell whatever the customers want to buy." Luo Qiu said indifferently, "Isn't that the way it is?"
Da Zhe opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, just nodded, and slowly backed away. Since Luo Qiu, the master, felt that there was no problem, he naturally had no position to refute Luo Qiu, the boss.
The master's will cannot be violated... This is the deepest brand that has been engraved when he became a black soul.
You Ye began to tidy up the table at this time, "Master, just now you came back and said, what do you want to do?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, "I originally planned to go to the altar, but suddenly, I don't want to go... Well, I suddenly want to eat the dinner you cooked."
"I'm going to prepare now."
The maid left with a smile, her steps seem to be cheerful.
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The car slowly drove into the parking lot of the community. After parking the car, Zhou Yusheng didn't get out of the car immediately, but sat in the car alone.
He adjusted the seat, just lay on the driver's seat, closed his eyes... the engine never turned off.
It took about half an hour before Zhou Yusheng got out of the car.
He suddenly heard Ma Houde's words, and began to sniff his clothes... There was indeed a bad smell. How long has it been since he took a shower
"Officer Zhou, are you back?"
In the underground garage, a middle-aged man just came out of the elevator. He seemed to be planning to drive out. He was probably Zhou Yusheng's neighbor, otherwise he wouldn't have greeted him warmly.
"Yes." Zhou Yusheng nodded.
Even though he remembered the neighbor's name, his face, and the things he had talked about in the past, he still had impressions... But facing the warm greeting from the neighbor, Zhou Yusheng felt uncomfortable.
He quickly got away from the pleasantries of the neighbors, walked quickly all the way back to his home, and opened the door.
"I returned… "
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, closed the door, left the key in the cabinet by the wall next to the entrance, and walked straight to the living room without changing his shoes, and then sat on the sofa.
Maybe the reason why I haven't come back for a long time... The moment I sat down, the fabric sofa suddenly raised some dust.
He turned on the TV casually, just in time for the evening news.
"Now, a special news report. This morning, in a self-built house in the Longhua section of our city, a shocking murder case happened..."
Zhou Yusheng didn't listen, and turned off the TV casually.
He suddenly remembered that the goldfish kept at home didn't seem to be fed, and the water hadn't been changed for a long time. out of the water.
Zhou Yusheng quickly reached out to pick up the dead fish's body, but when he reached into the water, he realized that the sleeves were not pinched, so he had to pull out his hand again.
But the buttons on the sleeves of the shirt were not as easy to untie as usual. Zhou Yusheng worked hard a few times, but still couldn't untie them. He suddenly gave up, resting his hands on the edge of the fish tank, and his wrists were submerged in the water.
Suddenly, Zhou Yusheng pushed the fish tank down to the ground.
The glass shattered, and the water in the fish tank spilled on the ground, wetting his body... The silver arowana didn't move because of this, they just lay motionless on the ground.
Zhou Yusheng squatted on the ground all of a sudden, watching, watching... watching, he suddenly stood up again, quickly fetched cleaning tools, and swept away the broken glass and dead fish .
Then he dried the water stains on the floor, and seeing the worse indoor environment, he threw the mop on his hand... Just like that, he stood where he was, watching the wall clock on the wall of the living room, turning a little bit.
After a long time, Zhou Yusheng lightly tapped his forehead, then wiped his face, then turned around and walked to the door, grabbed the key, went out, all the way to the garage, and drove out.
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The place Zhou Yusheng went to later was a relatively high-end residential area.
He parked the car in front of a two-story villa next to the artificial lake in the community, and rang the doorbell. Not long after, the floodgate opened, and a refined man came out.
The man seemed a little surprised to see Zhou Yusheng's arrival, and asked in surprise, "Yusheng?"
Zhou Yusheng looked at the man in front of him, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Captain Gao, can I go in and sit for a while...I...have a headache."
Team Gao... Gao opened his mouth, then nodded, "You come in first."
Gao brought Zhou Yusheng into the study, and let him sit on a reclining chair, then moved the chair himself, and placed it next to Zhou Yusheng.
"Yusheng, haven't you had headaches in the past few months, why did you suddenly have them again?" Gao asked with a frown.
Zhou Yusheng lay down, tapping his forehead lightly with his fist, "I don't know... Captain Gao, can you give me some more of the medicine you prescribed last time?"
Gao Dao: "That's just an ordinary sleeping pill. I just want you to rest more. It's not really a medicine that can cure headaches... Are you starting to have nightmares again?"
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, "No."
Gao Dao: "Then I think you are just too tired. When I saw you this morning, I felt like you were going to be exhausted. Yusheng, what you need is not some medicine, nor my treatment, what you need Just rest."
Zhou Yusheng smiled wryly and said: "Today, Ma Houde and I almost had a quarrel. He told me to go home to rest... Go home? People go home to rest, and I just go home to suffer... It's boring."
Gao patted Zhou Yusheng on the shoulder, "As for the medicine, I don't recommend you continue to take it, but wine is okay, drinking some red wine can help you sleep, and someone just gave me a good bottle of red wine. My wife is not at home, and she is idle too, how many drinks will you have with me?"
"Okay." Zhou Yusheng's tense face relaxed a little.
Seeing that Gao was opening the red wine to sober up in the small wine room in the study, Zhou Yusheng suddenly asked, "By the way, what happened recently?"
"If you care about your son, why don't you go and see for yourself?" Gao shook his head and said, "I'm just his teacher, not his father."
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, "I don't want the red ones, I want some white ones..."