Alice's Dream Club

As an institution for saving lives and healing the wounded, the hospital naturally does not close at midnight like a department store, but at night, there are far fewer patients who come to see the doctor to get prescriptions than during the day.

Alice originally wanted to put another appearance bag on the two of them to facilitate their actions in the hospital, but the reason why they failed was all due to Lynch's clever mind.

—he hit Alice directly in the face with a fumbled cleaner's outfit.

"God knows what weird look you'll have to give me again, with this."

After changing their clothes, the two came to the door of the ward with cleaning tools.

Through the window of the ward door, by fate, I saw the doctor's back.

He sat beside Zhang Han's wife's hospital bed, and seemed to be talking softly. Lynch glanced at Alice, but the latter returned a distressed look at a silly roe deer.

"I'm not Tinker Bell, I can't hear the content with such a good soundproof door."

Lynch: "..."

To be honest, after so many mysterious unfoldings, Lynch instinctively regarded Alice as that kind of omnipotent existence.

However, now it seems that what abilities Alice has, it seems that she needs to find a time to ask clearly.

"In short, it is basically certain that there is something wrong with the doctor." Alice put her chest on her chin and put on a big detective look, "In the evening, it was confirmed that Mr. Zhang Han's wife was indeed brain-dead, so... "

Having said that, Alice suddenly paused.

She put away that posture in embarrassment, and tried her best to look like a servant.

"Sorry...I pretended to be the boss for too long before, and I can't correct it in a short time. I..."

It can be seen that Alice's apology was not meant to be polite, and she really puzzled Lynch by putting herself in a lower position than him. It was hard for Lynch not to be surprised in this situation, but right now This is not the time to dwell on this matter.

"What are you doing!"

Stern questioning came from one end of the corridor. The owner of the voice was wearing a uniform and holding a walkie-talkie, as if he was a security guard from the central hospital.

Lynch straightened up slowly, and pointed to the employee badge on his chest: "Then what, we are cleaning."

Alice also echoed: "Yes, we are here..."

"Our hospital has never seen cleaners in work clothes like yours," the security guy picked up the walkie-talkie after finishing speaking, "There is love on the third floor... huh!?"

Before the situation was reported, the two men were no longer in sight of the security guy. If there were no cleaning tools there, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Or hit a ghost.

The captain's inquiry was still echoing in the walkie-talkie, and the security guy cautiously approached the two people who suddenly appeared and disappeared, trying to confirm that the scene just now was his hallucination.

In fact, Lynch, who was standing there, gestured to Alice, which meant: Can I speak?

Alice nodded, ignoring the trembling security guy, kicked the bucket first, and then pulled Lynch up to the stairs.

"Wow--!"

The sudden movement of the bucket successfully scared away the security guy. Lynch thought about it seriously, and felt that the guy might never work in the hospital again.

Especially the night shift...

After leaving the hospital, he stopped a taxi on the road. When he wanted to talk to the driver about his destination, Lynch fell into a very embarrassing predicament: Taking a taxi back was basically a matter of course, but he suddenly remembered that he had better not Expose the location of the club, otherwise it will easily cause unnecessary trouble if it is really found out...

"Go to Biting Park."

While Lynch was still pondering, Alice opened his mouth to help him out.

The driver drove very fast and got out of the car at the gate of the park. Lynch finally got out of the chaotic state and thought of the setting of the club.

——Only those who meet certain conditions will see the existence of the club.

Walking side by side with Alice in the park, after thinking for a moment, Lynch couldn't help showing a self-deprecating smile: "It's still not calm enough..."

"Strictly speaking, I haven't gotten used to my identity, nor am I familiar with the club itself," Alice knew why Lynch sighed so much. Boss, do you have the habit of eating late at night?"

"This is not..."

"People always have a process of growth, I believe you will become a qualified club owner."

The smile on Alice's face was very sweet, and her words were full of trust in Lynch.

this warm feeling...

"So I don't have the habit of eating supper because I lived very poor before?"

Lynch: "...If you know this kind of thing, don't use a questioning tone."

"Oh, then boss, you had a really miserable life before."

"There's no need for an exclamation... No! You can't help but mention this!?"

With a sweet smile, Alice pulled Lynch to the entrance of the public toilet deep in the park, and opened the door with the heavy impact of the soles of her shoes. What caught her eyes was the lobby of the club and a huge bust of herself staring at the main entrance.

Subconsciously turning his head to look outside, Lynch thought that he urgently needed a usage rule that explained the basic functions of the club.

"Does our club still have any door function..."

"Yes," Alice nodded, and at this time she had already put on the apron she had brought from somewhere, "I'm going to make you some supper, by the way, you are the boss here now, so don't worry about touching What will cost your life."

Considering the fact that there are only energy-saving light bulbs for the ceiling lights in this hall, Lynch closed the door and sat down on the floor.

Alice mentioned a "neutral way of thinking", which means that no matter who is the person who comes to trade or what life is like, he needs to face it with an outsider's attitude.

Although Alice has not told herself that there will be any punishment if she does not follow suit, but thinking about the developments in various novels, Lynch will not believe that he does not need to pay any price for excessively intervening in the lives of traders.

So since "vegetative" is an established fact, Lynch has no reason to refuse this deal.

Similarly, for the details of this club, it is time to find some time to learn more about it.

With a decision, Lynch got up and looked at the hall again. Unlike the previous two times, Lynch observed it very seriously this time.

So serious that he actually found that the eyes of TM's own bust seemed to move slightly at a certain moment!

"Fuck!"

Goosebumps immediately covered his whole body, and he stared at the bust with wide-eyed eyes. Even after Alice pushed the dining car to his side and watched with him for a while, he didn't notice Alice's existence.

"Boss, do you still have the attributes of narcissism?"

"No... when did you come?"

Alice put down the teacup she was holding, and refilled a cup of hot tea: "When the cup of tea was still hot."

Lynch: "..."

After taking the teacup and thinking about it, Lynch first told Alice about his decision just now.

"Then I will contact Mr. Zhang Han tomorrow to complete this transaction."

Alice indicated that there were still desserts to eat in the dining car, and Lynch glanced at those desserts, and actively blocked the weird feeling and desire to complain about why there was still a plate of potato chips.

"You asked me to know everything about this club by myself, so can you tell me what you know first? At the very least, you have to give me the instructions for using the basic functions and my professional principles, otherwise I'm sure to make more jokes in the future."

"I thought you would give up continuing to manage the club because we had to maintain an outsider's attitude." Lynch found that as long as it involved serious things about the club, Alice would become a very different personality from usual, "but you I'm the owner of the club, so..."

"Can we chat without this mode? It feels awkward." Lynch interrupted Alice with a wave of his hand.

"You are the boss, you have the final say, because you have never had a master before, so you have to find out the price of getting involved too deeply, anyway, I have never done anything to death before."

Alice thought for a while, then added.

"I really don't know what the price is. I can't even get in touch with the truth of 'why the club can achieve the buyer's dream' because of my status as a servant, so everything still needs to be understood by you as the owner, and I just A servant who takes care of, guides, and protects three things in one person..."

"Hmm..." Lynch can roughly tell that Alice is not lying, unless she is a master deception who can control subconscious movements, "Okay, then the last two questions."

"What?"

"First, you said that you have pretended to be the boss for a long time, so what kind of existence are you?"

Alice's answer was very straightforward: "I don't know, maybe I am also an alchemy puppet that sealed someone's soul."

"Okay, the second question," Lynch touched his nose, "how old are you...?"

This time Alice was not so straightforward, and even changed the subject directly.

"Speaking of understanding the club, I think boss, you can go to the rooms on the second floor and have a look one by one. Not all the rooms on the second floor are guest rooms."

After speaking, Alice planned to push the dining car away, obviously because she didn't want to continue Lynch's questioning about her age.

Lynch didn't ask, but just cast a meaningful look at Alice.

After a few seconds of silence, Alice took out a small seasoning jar from the front pocket of her apron. She unscrewed the jar and poured the white powder inside into Lynch's teacup.

Although the bottle is small, there are quite a lot of things in it, directly covering the tea with a white hill.

"Snow top black tea, please taste the master slowly."

"……what is this?"

"Arsenic."