It was a very strange feeling when Luo Qiu faced this new guest.
He was sober and clearly aware that he was probably not suitable to face guests these days, but he almost instantly found his previous state or was given his previous state.
Because he was sober and clear, Luo Qiu didn't even feel any awkwardness about this. Instead, he felt that it was natural. That's why he thought it was a strange feeling rather than an awkward feeling.
The degree of assimilation with the club far exceeded his estimate of himself. He looked at the customers in front of him, and a sense of comfort seemed to arise spontaneously, gradually making him feel that this was where he finally belonged.
In an instant, the boss's change was not hidden from Dazhe.
The Black Soul Messenger is almost equivalent to the boss's possessions. The Black Soul Messenger's perception of the boss is naturally very strong. Even so, there is no need to say more about the maid.
Dazhe saw that from last night to now, the maid suddenly had a beautiful smile on her face.
Suddenly, Dazhe frowned, maybe it was just an instinct, he himself couldn't tell why.
The new customers were not as flustered as the usual customers. They were calm and composed, and it was easy for people to think that they might be regular customers, or they might be people with certain extraordinary powers.
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. All he can say is that he has a cold temperament.
Gray eyes.
Boss Luo looked at the other person's eyes. The pupils of these eyes were black as ordinary people, but the boss thought that gray is the kind of gray-white that is forcibly mixed with black paint by squeezing out a large amount of white paint.
The new guests fell into silence after listening to the maid's remarks about the club's rules and regulations. From the beginning to the time when they fell into silence, the new guests only asked three questions.
"Where is this?"
"Why am I here."
"who are you."
"Mr. Chen Mingming, I wonder if you still have any questions." The boss first spoke about the new customer's name, which was Chen Mingming.
However, he did not introduce himself. The boss directly called out his name.
Chen Mingming just glanced at him in surprise. He relaxed himself, and from now on, he began to look at everything around him.
There are all kinds of weird things placed on the display shelves. Behind the counter not far away, there is the rich wine collection, as well as the old record player and desk clock in the corner.
"Do you know why it's called Mingming?" He suddenly looked at the boss, his eyes expressionless and his lips moving slightly, as if his face was divided into a composite painting with the upper half being static and the lower half being dynamic.
Luo Qiu shook his head slightly because he knew that Chen Mingming might like to say it out loud.
"When they gave me this name, they wanted me to be able to understand it clearly." Chen Mingming raised his hands and put them on the table. "Being a person is clear, doing things is clear, and living is clear."
"Them?" the boss asked suddenly.
"Besides them, who else has the right to name the child?" Chen Mingming said calmly.
Boss Luo nodded and got back to business. Boss Luo smiled slightly and said, "Well, guest, you already know the rules, but you have already thought 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."
His request moved Dazhe quite a bit. However, in this transaction, the Black Soul Messenger was not qualified to speak because this was not a task to find the financial owner, and the financial owner had already arrived in front of the boss, which was the final step.
Boss Luo suddenly changed his sitting position, put his hands together on his legs, and looked at the small tattoo pattern exposed on the collar of Chen Mingming's clothes.
It's just that too little is exposed. Under normal circumstances, it's difficult to know what the complete pattern is.
"Mr. Chen, is there someone you want to kill?" The boss asked softly after a while.
Chen Mingming shook his head, his eyes still gray, "No. I just thought that if there was a time, I would have such a method on hand right away."
Boss Luo nodded, "Mr. Chen, anything is sold here, but there are prerequisites. We need, at least, something of equal value. For us, Mr. Chen's own abilities, combined with all, you are just an ordinary person." category. But, as you can see, the existence here also means the existence of an extraordinary gun. We can give it, but Mr. Chen cannot pay the price of this gun."
"This is normal." Chen Mingming was not disappointed, but nodded as if it was very reasonable, "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 and said: "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 and saw a silver pistol. Starting from the handle of the gun, the silver color gradually appeared. It was just the luster when it was formed. When it was completely formed, it became silver. Got to be dim.
Boss Luo placed the silver pistol on the table and said slowly: "This gun is not finished yet. It needs to be injected with your soul before it can be considered complete. And it cannot be used." Ordinary bullets can only use bullets made with your own life, Mr. Chen."
"Use my life as a bullet?" Chen Mingming seemed a little moved.
Boss Luo said calmly: "We know that if you really want to kill someone, what I mean is that if the individual strength is not much different, as long as you are willing to put in the effort and time, you can always find the opportunity and time to kill him. Dead man, will Mr. Chen deny this statement?"
Chen Mingming shook his head slightly.
"Then use your time as a bullet to kill the people you say you have the power to kill."
"How do I determine how long my bullet will take?"
“This gun will tell you when it’s time to use bullets.”
"How to sell it?"
"Mr. Chen, when you can no longer inject bullets into this gun, we will collect this gun and your soul at the same time. What do you think?"
"All the bullets will kill everyone."
Boss Luo smiled slightly and said: "Theoretically, as long as Mr. Chen does not shoot the first bullet, your life will only 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 Boss Luo, Chen Mingming never said a word again.
Dazhe frowned at this time, walked to Luo Qiu's side, and couldn't help but said: "Boss, this guy seems to be very dangerous. If you gave him this gun, aren't you afraid of him messing around?"
"We will sell whatever the customers want to buy." Luo Qiu said calmly, "Isn't that the way it is?"
Dazhe opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nodded and slowly stepped back. Since Luo Qiu, as the master, felt 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 mark that has been engraved when he became a black soul.
Youye started to clear the table at this time, "Master, what did you want to do just now?"
Luo Qiu shook his head, "I originally planned to go to the altar, but suddenly, I didn't want to go. Well, I suddenly want to eat the dinner you cooked."
"I'll get ready right now."
The maid girl left with a smile, her footsteps seemed cheerful.
The car slowly drove into the parking lot of the community. After parking the car, Zhou Yusheng did not get out of the car immediately, but sat in the car alone.
He adjusted the seat back, lay down on the driver's seat, closed his eyes and kept the engine on.
It took about half an hour before Zhou Yusheng got out of the car.
He suddenly heard Ma Houde's words, and began to smell his clothes. There was indeed a not so good smell. How long had it been since he took a shower?
"Officer Zhou, are you here?"
In the underground garage, a middle-aged man just walked out of the elevator. He seemed to be planning to drive out. He was probably Zhou Yusheng's neighbor, otherwise he would not have greeted him warmly.
"Yeah." Zhou Yusheng nodded.
Although he remembered his neighbor's name, his appearance, some conversations he had had in the past, and all the impressions he had, Zhou Yusheng felt uncomfortable with the neighbor's warm greeting.
He quickly got rid of the neighbor's greetings, walked quickly to his home, and opened the door.
"I"
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, closed the door, and casually left the key in the cabinet on the wall beside the entrance. Without changing his shoes, he walked straight to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't been here for a long time. The moment he sat down, the fabric sofa suddenly raised some dust.
He turned on the TV and it happened to be the evening news.
"Now a special news report. This morning, a shocking murder case occurred in a self-built house in the Longhua section of our city."
Zhou Yusheng didn't listen anymore and turned off the TV.
He suddenly remembered that the goldfish he kept at home did not seem to be fed, and the water had not been changed for a long time. Zhou Yusheng stood up quickly and walked to the fish tank. He found that the silver arowana that had been well raised at first had turned its stomach and floated to the surface. out of the water.
Zhou Yusheng quickly reached out to pick up the body of the dead fish, but when he reached into the water, he remembered that his sleeves were not pinched, so he had to take his hand out again.
But the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt were not as easy to undo as usual. Zhou Yusheng worked hard for a few times, but still couldn't undo it. He suddenly gave up, resting his hands on the edge of the fish tank, and immersed his wrists in the water.
Suddenly, Zhou Yusheng pushed the fish tank to the ground.
The glass shattered, and the water in the fish tank spilled on the ground, making his body wet. The silver arowana didn't make any movement because of this, they just lay motionless on the ground.
Zhou Yusheng suddenly squatted on the ground and just looked at it. Then 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 then looked at the indoor environment, which seemed to be even worse, and threw the mop away. He stood there and watched the wall clock on the wall of the living room turning little by little.
After a long while, Zhou Yusheng gently hammered his forehead, then wiped his face, then turned and walked to the door, grabbed the key, went out, went all the way to the garage, and drove out.
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 near the artificial lake in the community and rang the doorbell. Soon after, the gate opened and an elegant man came out.
The man seemed a little surprised when he saw Zhou Yusheng's arrival, and said in surprise: "Yusheng?"
Zhou Yusheng looked at the man in front of him and sighed, "Captain Gao, can I go in and sit for a while? I have a headache."
Gao Duigao opened his mouth, then nodded, "You come in first."
Gao brought Zhou Yusheng into the room and asked him to sit on a recliner. Then he moved the chair and sat next to Zhou Yusheng.
"Yusheng, haven't you stopped having headaches in recent months? Why did you suddenly have them again?" Gao asked with a frown at this time.
Zhou Yusheng was lying 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 for me 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, it felt like you were about to collapse from exhaustion. Yusheng, what you need is not some medicine or my treatment. What you need is Just resting.”
But Zhou Yusheng smiled bitterly and said: "Ma Houde and I almost had a quarrel today. He asked my family to rest at home? His family is resting, but my family is just suffering, which is boring."
He patted Zhou Yusheng on the shoulder, "As for the medicine, I don't recommend that you continue to take it, but the wine is okay. Drinking some red wine will help you sleep. Someone just gave me a bottle of good red wine. I have been My wife is not at home either, so I have nothing to do. How many drinks can you have with me?"
"Okay." Zhou Yusheng's tense face relaxed a little.
Watching Gao start to open the red wine to sober up in the small wine room in the room, Zhou Yusheng suddenly asked: "By the way, how has Mingming been doing lately?"
"If you care about your son, why don't you go and see it yourself?" Gao shook his head and said, "I'm just his teacher, not his father."
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, "No more red ones, some white ones."
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