Alice's Dream Club

"Is someone here? It depends on the situation or an acquaintance."

"Seems to be."

"Oh, the one who came, wait a moment, the club has tripped again."

The moment she heard these two voices, the woman's forehead was covered with black vertical lines.

After waiting for a while, amidst the violent roar of closing the gate, there was finally light in the place where he was. At the same time, another crisp and clear roar echoed on the other side of the wall as the light returned.

"Half Immortal! You bastard give me back my save files!"

After this roar, there was another roar that shook one after another.

"I didn't save my manuscript! Boss, return my manuscript! It's tens of thousands of words full of my sincere feelings!"

Although I have a little understanding of the usual living conditions in the club, the successive roars still arouse women's considerable interest in the daily life of this group of "god-like beings"-this group of gods are not in the situation of power failure. Should we say "Let there be light", should there be light around us?

The fight only lasted for a short while, and after a short while, the owner of the place that he "served" appeared in front of the door leading to the living area.

He tilted his head and shouted towards the door: "Why are you complaining to me? Is it my fault for your good habit of not saving files at any time?"

After finishing speaking, he quickly closed the door, followed by a bang bang sound, no accident, it was something that hit the door.

The owner of the club who came into view looked a bit embarrassed at this time, and he himself knew that his current image was not very good, so he took the initiative to explain when he met the other party's sight.

"I was blown up when I closed the gate just now, what's your name?"

For a moment, Lynch really couldn't remember the name of the woman in front of him. He thought it should be the effect of being blasted in the face just now.

Unsurprisingly, after Lynch had such a reaction, the other party showed a desire to fight and cowardly. She took a deep breath and took out her ID card.

"My name is Milin..."

"Oh." After patting his forehead, Lynch finally remembered who this acquaintance was, "I just said why he looks so familiar, the one who was anxious to do things with the little boyfriend, right?"

These words immediately made Mi Lin's cheeks flush. At that time, she said that she was in a hurry to do something, but she was also teasing Wu Heze. Now she is labeled as a label by the boss she serves, and it would be embarrassing for anyone else.

"What's the matter with you? If you're not in a hurry to go back to work, then sit down and talk. I'll pour you a glass of water."

Just about to say that Lynch doesn't need to bother, the doll-like witch suddenly appeared behind the bar. At this time, she was dressed as a bartender and was silently wiping the wine glass in her hand.

The long hair, which is obviously more curly than before, proves that she was not spared when she "closed the switch" just now.

After bringing two cups of black tea, Lynch gestured for Milin to take a seat: "There are not so many rules in private, so don't be restrained, just sit down."

Yiyan sat down, and Mi Lin took a sip of the steaming cup of warm tea.

"It's like this, a person related to the transaction came to me today..."

She relayed to Lynch the details of the conversation with Fu Shan just now and the whole incident learned through Fu Shan. Of course, she did not omit the information she revealed.

To be honest, Milin is also not sure whether the information she disclosed falls within the scope of disclosure, which is why she is still nervous until now.

Those who violated the rules of the club disappeared long ago.

Lynch's murmurs made Milin even more anxious, until a smile appeared on his face again, and the worry in Milin's heart was relieved a little because of his words.

"Don't worry, if you say one more if when you talk about giving, it will be considered a violation of the club's rules."

Milin's reaction was quick, or her mind was very flexible.

"So, boss, what do you mean...you already knew that Luo Lin would have the idea of ​​defrauding a deal, so you explained it that way?"

"The chips and appeals are always exchanged at equal value."

Lynch's answer seemed ambiguous, but it was enough to make it clear: what Rowling offered was only the price of not being a complete human being.

I have already told this master all the details about the matter, but he still did not show any intention of adjusting the transaction, which made Milin a little anxious.

The purpose of her coming is to try to see if the transaction can be adjusted.

Even without mind reading, Lynch could read Mi Lin's thoughts from various subtle expressions and body language, he sighed lightly, he emphasized.

"The club is just a place to do business. If you get too involved, it's breaking the rules."

Hearing this statement, all Milin can do now is sigh.

This sentence is not only to express his attitude, but also to warn himself not to meddle in his own business. Outsiders have no right to interfere in matters between the trader and the club.

I can only help you so far - Milin said in her heart.

"So you're here to tell me these things?"

"...Well, the main purpose is to ask if I broke the rules."

"It's good, it saves me the evaluation process," Lynch put down his teacup, "If you have nothing else to do, you can go back."

"Then I'll take my leave first."

The moment Lynch nodded, Milin suddenly realized that she was already in a taxi. There was an extra memory of taking a taxi home in her mind. The inexplicable memory seemed to be forced, but it was more felt. I really have the experience of taking a taxi home.

Thinking of the power possessed by the owner of the club, whether she was endowed with this false memory, or that she was the owner she met through ideology while taking a taxi home, Milin felt that it didn’t matter. Because there is no need.

After seeing off Milin, Alice, who came to clear the teacups, asked, "What does the master plan to do?"

"...Huh?" Lin Qi, who was stretching, was taken aback when he heard this.

"Whether to stick to the rules is the rules, or to smile like before and say 'I am the rules'."

"I haven't thought about it," Lynch replied calmly, "And I'm also thinking about the possibility that the second generation raised before: Can Su Sheng, the dead man, succeed? If he succeeds, will it lead to the 'Song of the Dead'?" 's concern."

"I don't think it's a problem about whether it will be successful," Alice returned the teacup to the back of the bar and said while scrubbing the cup, "It's just a matter of finding the spirit body of the trader's child, and it's very easy: let the girl The devil can do it."

"Oh, then?"

"And then the likelihood of concern, I think it should be minimal."

"How to say?" Lynch had already come to the bar, and he lay down directly on the bar, admiring the scene of Alice brushing the cup.

"Cultivators and the races in the other world often do this kind of thing, such as seizing houses, reviving corpses, and being guided by psychics. I haven't seen any of them who resurrected the dead and was taken care of by Death Song. Besides, if it really attracted attention, it would be that person. The female ghost has been paid attention to, and on the premise of providing her with protection, we can use this incident to observe Death Song in turn, so that we can learn more about him."

"Aw!" Lin Qi clasped his palms together, and Lynch's tone of admiration was full of surprises, "As expected of Alice, I don't have to use my brain anymore with you."

Suddenly stopping the work in her hands, Alice sighed and looked up at Lynch.

The expression on her face was very serious, as if she was about to say some very heartfelt proposals.

Or opinion.

"As expected of the master, except for 70% of the mouth, the remaining 30% are all irritating people - you have already had this idea and arrangement and asked me what to do."

"Of course because I insist on a democratic system."

Lynch started lying on the bar with his legs crossed to act like a fool. Anyone who saw him kicking his legs in the air would subconsciously yell at him, are you a child?

"How can you say that the three of you are members of the club, I can't deprive you of voting rights, okay," Lynch jumped off the bar, and walked towards the residential area, "I'll ask those two busy people What's your opinion, if everyone agrees with you, then this matter will be settled."

Looking at the back of Lynch's swaying uncle, Alice was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly as if talking to herself.

"Amendment, to squeeze out 10% strong words and 10% fallacies."

At the same time as Lynch went to get rejected by the two girls who had lost their files, Fu Shan also returned to Luo Lin's office.

He reported the so-called inspection to Luo Lin, and after learning that everything was fine, Luo Lin's frown gradually relaxed.

He was very satisfied with the attitude of this confidant, and when the branch left Fu Shan, Luo Lin's brows that should have been stretched were frowned. Not only that, but his eyes were still locked on the door of the office, which was Fu Shan just now. left position.

Although Fu Shan has always been loyal to him, as a confidant, he still knows too much.

Especially this time, my uncleanness in business before was at most the level of intimidation or bribery. Now that people are killed, He Shan, who knows the details, is equivalent to a bomb that can be detonated at any time. An untimely bomb, as long as his mouth is a little loose, then he will fall into a catastrophe. Not to mention inheriting that huge inheritance, it is impossible to save his own life.

Naturally, Luo Lin knows that those who do this kind of thing will leave a way out for him, or prepare to save his life, so if he wants to get rid of Fu Shan, he needs a more complete solution...

Thinking about it, Luo Lin thought of that place.

Recalling the previous transaction demands, he suddenly found that he seemed to be too anxious because of the time limit of inheritance, which led to his lack of thinking and the decision he made was very unfavorable.

Why didn't I put forward the appeal of "letting myself inherit the inheritance"?

Thinking of this, Luo Lin patted his forehead with regret, and sighed for a while, he decided to try to see if he could change the content of his appeal when he was notified of the assessment and went there again.

With a decision, his chaotic emotions finally eased.

It was also at this time that the mobile phone received an anonymous call.