On the night of September 3rd, at 8:50, Longjun Shanghai, Temple Bar.
The name of this bar is very resounding, and it definitely seems like selling someone else's meat. Although the name "Temple" can't help but make people think of Nordic or Greek myths and legends, the decoration style of the bar is a formal Chinese style. Not only that, this bar is not following the most fashionable theme bar route at the moment. There is definitely no cosplay here. The bartenders and waiters are all ordinary white shirts and black vests, and the guests don’t know how to dress up. Become a monster to consume.
To sum up, this is an ordinary bar. Maybe its owner is a deep chuunibyou. This is also a good explanation for the origin of the name of the bar.
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If the above text looks familiar to you readers, and the sense of déjà vu is very strong... then you are right, because I copied and pasted these two paragraphs from the prologue of this work, and changed the time.
At around eight o'clock, this time belongs to the "nightlife hasn't started yet" period. Many urbanites are still working overtime. General bars will not be officially open at this time, and the same is true for Temple Bar... But this does not hinder Bi Yan ignored the "Closed" sign hanging at the door of the store and stepped into the bar with ease.
As soon as he sat down at the bar, a glass of wine was pushed in front of him. Naturally, it was Bi An's usual drink. Along with the drink came the bartender's non-malicious sarcasm: "Bi An, do you know? You Every time I open the bar door, I feel as if I’m back home.”
"Humph, that's because every time I come to the temple, I'm either full of ambition or come back victorious." Bi Yan is undoubtedly very familiar with the bartender, and he always makes jokes.
"Well, my dear Lord of War God, since you are invincible in every battle, can you please pay for the drinks over the past few years?"
The speed at which Bi An's expression changes from triumphant to sullen is comparable to the face-changing in Sichuan opera: "You...this..."
"Okay, okay, I don't intend to ask you to actually pay." The bartender was estimated to be around forty years old. He was a mature and gentle middle-aged uncle, but surprisingly he liked to make fun of young people: "Di Ting has been with me a long time ago. I told you, you don’t have to pay out of pocket when you come to drink.”
"Huh? Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Can I tell you? I'm afraid that if you find out about this great benefit, you'll make the temple your home and hangovers will become your daily routine."
"I'm not the kind of drunkard with a bad personality who beats his wife and kids after three drinks. I've always been very measured in my drinking." Bi Yan raised his glass and took a sip: "By the way, I've killed that kind of scum before. There are several, and the first one is my biological father."
This filial son's speech did not arouse the bartender's slightest touch: "I admit this, but to be honest, I don't think there is much difference in your behavior between drinking and not drinking."
Biwan thought for a few seconds before he understood the meaning of these words: "He Bo, are you saying that my usual words and deeds are crazy?"
"No, you are very normal now. But whenever you go on a mission, your mental state is like being drunk, but not completely high." It took He Bo a long time to find a suitable adjective: "Almost equivalent to Tipsy."
"What's the specific performance?"
"You talk a lot, you talk nonsense, and you love to cause trouble. It's obviously a simple killer mission, but you have to go and chat with the target on your own initiative." Hebo once also partnered with Biwan on a mission, but only It was just that one time, and the reason... I understand.
Bi Yan raised his glass again to cover up his embarrassment. When he put down the glass, he was ready with his words: "It's not that difficult to understand, right? Many killers have their own ways of doing things, such as leaving a message or carving a word next to the body, or Remove a specific organ. Chatting is also my style."
"You are talking about the Ripper and the Zodiac. They are fundamentally different from you. Although you are both killers, you are more like someone who will use all means to arrest them."
"No, no," Biwan said, shaking his head, "There are no arrests here, only justice on the spot."
While Biwan and Hebo were chatting, the door of the bar was pushed open again.
The second guest who came to the temple tonight is a woman. She has a pretty face, a hot figure, and a lot of charm in her movements. She is a beauty of the level of a big star.
"You two, am I late?" The woman sat down on the empty seat next to Biwan.
"That's not true. The appointment time for Di Ting is exactly nine o'clock in the evening, and you're still early." Bi Yan looked at the time: "But you usually like to arrive ten to fifteen minutes early, but today you arrived a little earlier. .Did something happen to delay you? Tamamo-mae."
"Are you concerned about me?" Tamamo Mae didn't answer, but responded with a smile that could make any man in the world, and maybe even a woman, fascinated.
"Tamazaumae, give up. I've tried it countless times. Your powers are ineffective against Bian." He Bo turned his head and spoke. He was not immune to Tamamomae's temptation.
Biwan proudly took out a few packages of nut snacks from the bar, threw half of them to Tamamo Mae, and opened the other half himself: "Hebo is right, after all, I am the incarnation of justice."
"Hey," Tamamo-mae tore open the snack bag unhappily: "If I hadn't known that my ability could ignore sexual orientation, I would have doubted whether you were gay."
"Hahahaha, I'm so sorry." Bi Yan smiled nonchalantly and brought the topic back on track: "Is the plane delayed?"
"The flight was very punctual," Tamamo Mae also asked Hebo for a drink, "But I ran into a little trouble when leaving the airport. Most of my itinerary was leaked by people from the company, and the fans were too enthusiastic. .”
He Bo inquired with great interest: "Okay, Tamamo-mae, you have gained so much momentum not long after your debut, and your stardom has been shining brightly all the way."
"Anyway, I feel uncomfortable. If it weren't for the arrangement of Ting Ting, I would never have entered the entertainment industry." Tamamo Mae spit out one word: "Dirty."
Bi Yan nodded in agreement: "You're right, if you're dirty, why would Diting make you a popular little girl? If you break into Vanity Fair, the organization can get information from you and kill all those fat pigs."
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Tamamo Mae didn't want to talk about this topic anymore: "How did you complete your last mission?"
"Hardy Hurd is dead, and the two target persons were successfully brought back. The two of them had woken up before I set off here, and Master Lu should be communicating with them at this moment."
"Do you think Zhong Yi and Caiflin Alice will agree to join the temple?"
Biwan and Hebo looked at each other. The former shrugged, saying it was difficult to say; the latter thought about it and gave the answer: "Yes."
"What's the reason?"
"After the coup in Southeast Asia, security officers like Cavelin who were loyal to the Chapman family became homeless dogs. Although the food she works for in our temple is not royal food, for a person with abilities like her who has a criminal record in IOS It’s a very good choice.”
He Bo's analysis was always calm: "As for Zhong Yi...he is half one of us who listens, so it will be easier for him to accept it."
Biwan stretched out: "From my personal point of view, I don't have a good impression of Caiflin, a serial murderer. Zhong Yi is okay. As for Yu Gong, I do hope that the organization can recruit people. Just rely on it." Me, Wu Chang and Yun Zhongjun, the three of us are almost too much to kill."
"We'll talk about complaints later. It's nine o'clock." He Bo kept paying attention to the time with the corner of his eye. While pointing his short needle at the word "9", he took out two pieces of paper from the drawer and handed them to Bi An and Tamamo Mae: "It's your mission."
Within the temple organization, the leader Di Ting's method of keeping secrets to pass on messages and arrange tasks is primitive and effective: Di Ting first sent a few lines of garbled numbers to He Bo, who then used the master code book to decipher and could only decipher the first one. The meaning of a line of numbers is basically to tell the selected organization members to come to the bar to receive the task.
Then, the next few lines of numbers were printed out by Hebo and handed over to the designated person. The executor selected by Di listened to the code and translated it using the master code book to learn the content of the task.
The key to confidentiality is that in the entire temple organization, everyone has a different master copy of the codebook, and it is still changing.
Take the three people present tonight as an example. Currently, He Bo's original copy is an economics book "Currency and Finance", Bi'an's original copy is a certain issue of a military magazine, and Tamamo Mae's original copy is an article. Bo's travel brochure for a place in Long County.
In as short as a week or as long as several months, Listen will change everyone's password book. It is possible to replace it with recipes, textbooks, and even excellent composition selections for primary school students.
Bi'an and Tamamo had both received memory training, and they memorized the dozens of numbers on the note in a matter of seconds. Of course, their memory is far from photographic memory, and it is impossible to memorize the entire master copy of their respective code books, so they still have to wait for the two of them to return to their residence and use the master copy before they can decipher it.
He Bo supervised them to burn the notes after reading them, and then he completed his duty: "Okay, are you going to go back and translate the code immediately, or are you going to drink for a while?"
Tamamo Mae stood up and said, "I'm leaving. The company is keeping a close eye on me. I used counter-reconnaissance techniques to escape tonight."
"I'll give it to you." Biwan was an idle person and had no worries.
"Okay, then I won't keep you." He Bo expressed his understanding. After thinking about it, he rushed to the two people who came to the door and shouted: "Bi'an!"
"ah?"
"Help me turn over the "Closed" sign at the entrance of the store. The temple...it's business hours."
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