Alice's Dream Club

In fact, Lynch felt that if Alice said it was arsenic trioxide, at least she should be able to take one step closer to the achievement of "successfully poisoning the boss on the first day of work", because Lynch really planned to bear the principle of not offending her. He should take a sip before talking, and he felt that he might not be able to respond to the scientific name directly.

However, Alice didn't really intend to poison her boss. After she finished speaking, she poured the cup of tea into the trash can under the dining car.

"So those white powders are really arsenic!?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise it's still white sugar?"

Alice didn't take Lynch's shocked reaction seriously, even a little disgusted.

"I'll prepare a room for you. Well, the bathroom is on the left at the end of the corridor. You can take a shower first."

After speaking, Alice pushed the dining car and left the hall.

Lynch originally planned to go back to the place he rented to sleep overnight. Apparently, Alice told him to stay here. Considering that Zhang Han might come to trade early in the morning in response to the notice, he finally Still came to the opposite door of the interview room at the end of the corridor.

To be honest, although the corridor is only a short ten meters long, Lynch still felt an indescribable sense of strangeness and shame along the way.

——The original empty photo frames are now framed with my own photos, with various expressions, all the "Lynches" are looking directly at this corridor, the combination of every two pictures plus a door is quite interesting So the sense of sight of exorcising evil spirits.

Damn it's poisonous...

But this time, Lynch found something different from the previous visits.

All the doors are now pasted with a piece of paper that looks like it was rushed out, with the function behind each door written in beautiful handwriting.

——Except for the door in front of you that says bathroom, the rest of the rooms are all written "bedroom"...

Alice appeared on the hanging table at the opposite end of the corridor holding a quilt ball bigger than her. She tilted her head to look at Lynch, and then asked softly.

"Do you need to be served in the bath?"

Lynch almost choked himself to death by spitting.

He glanced at Alice, and shook his head seriously: "No... I feel like I'll go to jail if I use it..."

This is the truth. Alice's figure is actually more like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old at most. Although it feels like a mature woman, it is hard not to have "she is actually quite mature" after careful observation. under the age of eighteen".

In order to avoid accidents, and also to prevent Alice from having a biased impression of her new boss, she got into the bathroom on the spot.

Seeing Lynch get into the bathroom with embarrassment, a meaningful smile gradually appeared on Alice's face, that feeling... like a child who discovered a new toy, but mixed with praise for the child's understanding.

After taking a shower, Alice was already waiting for Lynch outside the bathroom door. She led Lynch along the side of the hanging platform to another corridor. Behind the very luxurious door at the end was Lynch. The living room of the owner of this club.

The layout and style of the room are very similar to the hall that receives traders—the word luxury is almost brought to the extreme. Alice saw Lynch sighing about the layout of the room, and quietly exited the room.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a muffled sound outside the door, followed by Lynch's collapsed complaints.

"Oh my god, does this bed just look soft! Hiss... my waist..."

"Oh, it hurts to hear it~"

Early the next morning, Lynch woke up a little thankful that he had not had a good life before, so even if the bed looked soft but was actually hard, he could still guarantee a sufficient and peaceful sleep.

It's just that the waist is still a little sore.

"Looks like I had a good night's sleep. Good morning, boss."

"Morning, thanks to you, I slept soundly..."

The abnormality of the bed Lynch thought it was revenge for asking Alice's age yesterday, and expressed his inner dissatisfaction by staring. He pointed to the wooden door leading to the reception hall.

"Is the trader here?"

"If there are no accidents, we are already on the way," Alice poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Lynch. "I have already prepared breakfast. Should I eat first? Or take a bath first? Or..."

"Stop it, if the following content is said, it will not be for all ages."

There is a place to wash in the living room, so Lynch was already packing himself up when he came to the Xuantai.

When he came to the lobby, he drank Alice's carefully hand-ground soybean milk while looking at the parchment with the transaction content laid out in front of him.

"This is the medium of transaction?"

Alice nodded.

"Do you need to sign with blood or something? I always think that drawing an inverted five-pointed star on this thing can be used as a contract with Satan..."

jingle--

The crisp ringtone echoed in his ears again, and when he raised his head, what Lynch saw was the picture of the trader rushing in anxiously.

Unlike yesterday, today Zhang Han's eyes no longer have the numbness of giving up hope.

Alice led him to the previous seat, motioned him to wait for a while and returned to Lynch's side.

"Just let the trader sign the name. The next thing we need to do is to wait for the completion of the transaction, and there will be pigeons to notify us."

Lynch nodded, and let Alice hold the parchment to hide her own figure first.

Came to the opposite side of Zhang Han, taking advantage of the time when he lowered his head, Lynch motioned to Alice to reveal himself, so, the moment he raised his head, Zhang Han really felt the mysterious feeling that did not belong to the human world.

"You, hello..."

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to the club. According to our assessment, we believe that this transaction can be completed, but here I still need to ask you in advance, are you sure you want to do this?"

Although it is a polite question, it has another meaning in Zhang Han's heart.

Alice's Dream Club can satisfy all the people who come to trade, but never show the slightest hesitation during the official transaction.

If the trader is hesitant and has concerns about the deal he proposes, then the club will reject this deal and will never appear in front of those who still hesitate about their decision.

So after getting the question from the young boss, Zhang Han nodded seriously.

"My wife is my world. Since the first time I stepped into that door, I have abandoned the word regret."

"Very well, then please sign your name here."

Following Lynch's voice, a piece of parchment appeared in front of Zhang Han out of thin air, and a large section of obscure text was clearly recorded on the parchment-these are the prices that Zhang Han proposed yesterday and what he wanted. wish to be fulfilled.

Things have come to this point, Zhang Han didn't hesitate, and directly wrote his name on the signature column.

After the signature was written, the parchment floated up by itself, and suddenly burned into pieces in front of Zhang Han and Lynch.

"Then, this transaction has been completed, and time waits for no one. Next, sir, please arrange it yourself."

As he said that, the young man in front of him clapped his hands lightly, and Zhang Han felt the scenery in his sight spin wildly as if distorted.

Is this the scene before life is exhausted...

Although he was unwilling, and although the only thing he wanted to see at the end of his life was the moment when his wife opened his eyes, he still closed his eyes and waited for death to come.