Hula, pushing open the door of the "Three Cripples" bar, a warm wave of heat rushed in, mixed with the sound of squirming and the faint aroma of alcohol in the air instantly passed through the entrance, towards the street, and entangled with the noise and noise of the city streets.“…… Let me tell you, I'm very, very happy to see the real popularity of shadow art. ”"I tried it fifteen years ago.I'm not saying that they copied or plagiarized my ideas, but I had the idea when I was younger, and I was still in Tuno and I met a group of psionics with a myriad of ideas, and we tried to combine psionic energy with art, and we made some attempts to create superimposing shadows and phantoms and so on. ”"It's a pity ......"
"Hmm.Anyway, I just want to say that it's interesting to see the Ceylon Song and Dance Troupe go on to flourish and I'm really happy for them. ”It sounds like a lot of noise, but in fact, there are not many customers in the bar, the time of about ten o'clock in the morning, not embarrassingly in an intermediate node, the morning has just started a busy day, the bustle and crowding of lunch time has not yet come, plus today is Saturday, last night's carnival party has been continuous until the curfew, the sleepy bugs should still be resting in the dreamland, so the bar is rarely a little quiet.Most of the bustling sounds that my ears had caught just now came from the same person, standing in front of the bar, holding a glass of cheap gin, babbling to himself, showing off his former glory and glory.There was no other audience around, just a skinny little guy leaning against a barstool, nodding his head and dozing off for a while, but not knowing whether he was listening or not; But as soon as one person stood nearby, the man whose forehead was already showing signs of receding hairline was satisfied, dancing and telling his story."
Welcome!"
After the door of the bar was pushed open, the little guy stood reflexively and called out crisply, but when he noticed the figure coming, his expression was slightly awkward, and his uncertain expression seemed to be seriously thinking: Should he run away?
Guzmin, who was standing at the bar, also raised his head, his eyebrows leaned closer to the middle, piling up the word "Chuan", and his hands were wiping the wine glass that seemed to never finish, making people suspect that his feet were fixed in the same position at the bar, drawing the ground as a prison."
Hoden?"
Guzmin's gaze fell on Howlen's shoulder, and although he didn't explain too much, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through the protection of the skin, clearly and accurately expressing what he meant.It's just that Hodden doesn't care.Hodden showed a lazy smile, "It's not the busiest time, it's okay, I'm not going to let Pete drink."
You should trust me. ”In just over a month, Guzmin still has a "probation" attitude towards Hoden, and he has never been able to let down his guard, and Hoden can clearly feel this; But Guzmin never said anything, not even explicitly or implicitly, just silently watched.In turn, Horden has always been secretly observing Guzmin, except for the small exposure at the murder scene that day, strict discipline and rules and habits, etc., every corner can feel the traces left by the "past" on Guzmin's body, indicating that he also has secrets.However, Holden did not puncture, or even explore.In this way, there is a unique tacit understanding between Horden and Guzmin, who are not friends or enemies, but can live in harmony.How should it be described?
If it was a choice between Robben and Guzmin, Holden would believe in Guzmin more, probably this feeling.At this time, Guzmin was just a glance, and Horden immediately understood, he was worried that Pete, who appeared with him, was thirteen years old and had not yet reached the legal drinking age.Although Hoden said that there was no need to worry, Guzmin still stared at Hoden with a suspicious gaze and did not let his guard down at all.Hodden raised his eyebrows, his eyes glancing in the direction of Oliver, as if complaining: So what happened to this thirteen-year-old?
Guzmin didn't speak, but put his glass on the bar and expressed his displeasure with practical actions.The muffled sound of "bang" made the middle-aged drunkard who was talking at length startled, and his words were interrupted, and he prick up his ears vigilantly, probing left and right like a meerkat to make sure that there was no dangerous breath, and then he relaxed, and then continued to brag freely.Hodden led Pete to his familiar corner, waiting for Oliver to come and serve.But Oliver uncharacteristically didn't come.Oliver could be seen standing next to the bar, his steps a little hesitant and hesitant, his head lowered to hide his expression, and his obscure emotions could not be judged."
Oliver!"
Pete took the initiative to stand up and waved hello.Oliver didn't respond, and even turned slightly to the side, his tense muscles seemed ready to run away at any moment, and he was now in a deep struggle: escape?
Remain?
With his back to Holden's figure, he stood up stubbornly and stiffly, like a hedgehog with all his spikes erected, and his vigilant and fearful posture made him resist all creatures that approached, and even the drunkard who was giving a passionate speech next to him failed to infect the corner that Oliver had isolated."
Oliver."
Pete couldn't hold back after all, left his seat, and walked towards Oliver on his own initiative.No, Oliver was frightened by this action, and he jumped out like a bird in a flash, and escaped before Pete could get closer."
Hoden?"
Pete turned his head to look at Holden with a look of anxiety and dismay, he didn't know what was going on, they didn't even have time to explain what they meant, did they?
So what the hell is Oliver running away?
Holden stretched out his hands to show his innocence: I didn't do anything, I don't know anything, and then slowly picked up the menu: what food should I order?
I wonder if Guzmin updated the "Menu of the Day"?
Pete looked at Haddon who was reading the menu carefully, and only felt that such Hodden was a little unfamiliar, and that kind of calm and calmness emanated from the inside out; But Pete didn't think much of it, in his opinion, Hordon was originally omnipotent, even if he could control the overall situation, it would not be surprising.Sure enough, after a short while, Oliver, who had escaped from the bar, ran back again, panting and pushing open the back door, carefully scanning the room, as if worried about Guzmin's face.Pete, who was still standing in the clearing, helpless, called out, "Oliver, we've come here to help.Really, we have no ill will. ”Oliver looked at Pete warily and did not step forward.()