The last time Su Ming went to Greenwich in New York's West End, it was when he went to meet Tony's biological mother at Marvel, and in that special era, the streets and alleys of this area were full of hippies and poisonous insects, and there was a lively atmosphere of bars everywhere.Maybe Greenwich in DC Earth 0 had some glorious days, but now that it's the new century, it's become a much quieter place.Or rather, the form of art changed, and it became more bohemian, so much so that curtains with tassels hung in the windows of roadside bars and cafes.It's like an American replica of 'Left Bank', where the pace of life is slow, and the roadside shops sell a wide range of coffees, teas, and drinks, as well as simple meals and cakes.Literary and artistic youths are like this, even if they have a few coins left in their pockets, they are willing to look at the leaves on the side of the road and look at the day, as if they think that their sorrows and thoughts can shine like diamonds and what value they can sell.In fact, art is very similar to opening a bar, they have to have their own style, atmosphere and charm, otherwise they will not last forever.Deception is also an art, a dark art, so the various magic shops on Greenwich Street, apart from bars and cafes, are different in their own way, and they are therefore standing.Don't get me wrong, this isn't Diagon Alley in London, nor is it Huaxi Village at the foot of Kama Mahal, where the vast majority of magic shops cater to ordinary people who are full of fantasy and turmoil.They come here to enjoy avant-garde art and music, and then buy whatever souvenirs to go back and prove to friends and family that they're cool and trendy.Even at night, the magic shop is still open, and the lights are deliberately dimmed to create a mystical atmosphere.Su Ming walked by with a few people along the way, and after a few casual glances at the nearby situation, he had already seen a large number of fakes.For example, the 'cursed monkey's claw' is actually made of silicone, the crystal skulls of the Mayans are actually glass, and the ancient fossils dug up from Africa, I don't know where they came from, but the strangulation said that it smelled on the bones, it should have been last week.Even so, there are still people who buy it, and tourists still flock at night, what they want is not a powerful magic weapon, but a sense of curiosity and psychological sustenance.The earth is not in a good situation now, many people don't have enough to eat, but not everyone is miserable, there are always some people who have the capital to continue to enjoy life, what could be more attractive than a mysterious shopkeeper with a fairy wind and bones, or a gypsy witch with a face wrinkled like a walnut?
After people find that hanging crosses at home is not very effective, many people will come here to buy a Buddha statue or an Indian dreamcatcher or something like that, just to comfort them.Therefore, even though 99 of these shopkeepers who claim to be masters or immortals are fake magicians, they just make money.On the contrary, the only real shaman on the entire street, there is no business at this time.A faint mist drifted out from under the sewer fence and permeated the corners of the walls close to the ground, and an old three-story house with a small garden in front of the door seemed to be connected to the mist.Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see that the room is brightly lit, but there may be something wrong with the glass, because no one can see what's in the room.There was a small sign hanging outside the door, and there was no name or business scope written on it, just a purple X on a gold background."
I'm going to eat that cake!"
Hallie grabbed Deathknell's arm and shook it, desperately pointing the way the crowd had come.She had her eye on a shop window, a seven-tiered wedding cake pierced by a giant chainsaw, and a blood-like red liquid flowed all over the windowsill.When she saw that thing, she couldn't walk, and she had to eat the newlyweds standing on the cake, but that shop was not a cake shop, it was an art classroom, and chainsawing cakes was a kind of performance art that expressed the unstable prospect of marriage."
Didn't you say you had cake at Wayne's mansion?"
Su Ming pulled off the wig on her head, threw it into her arms with his backhand, and said speechlessly: "Besides, I don't usually do robbery, it's too styleless and untechnical." ”"But if you find Mrs.
Du for divination, just have you and go, isn't it okay for us girls to go to the cake shop?"
Harley tilted her head, stood still, and pointed at Donna, then at the raven.The raven was a little moved, although his face still looked like three nothing, but his eyes turned to the corner of his eye, stealing the way he came."
Let them go."
took a puff of cigarette and persuaded beside him: "Sannomiya is a voyeur, it is inconvenient for the raven to be present during divination, and Harley is noisy and gives me a headache." ”"Okay, I don't think it's worth it, but you can be happy."
Su Ming took out a pair of silver candlesticks from his waist bag and handed them to Harry: "I got them from a group of vampires, it should be an antique from the 15th century, I don't have a place to put it in my office or home, you can exchange it for cakes, artists should also like antiques." ”Harley smiled and took the candlestick and put it under her armpit, grabbed the other two women with her left and right hands and turned to leave: "You know where to find us when you're done, hehe, eat cake!"
”She scurried away, a visibly relieved sigh of relief beside Deathstroke, and the orangutan smacked her mouth: "Hallie seems to be a bit of a card allergy, and if you don't let her eat the cake, she'll find another reason to leave temporarily." ”"I know that tarot cards are still a little too similar to poker, and she gets angry when she sees that."
Su Ming calmly walked into the lower garden and climbed the stairs in front of the door: "But she will adjust it herself, let's go in." ”The door was not locked, and the small bell behind it made a crisp jingle when pushed open, which was not practical, because the owner of the shop was already sitting at the round table in the hall, waiting for the death knell and the orangutan."
Good evening, ma'am, here I go again."
Familiar with the way, he staggered into the drawing-room, bypassed the various gypsy decorations that glittered in the candlelight, and jumped into a chair.Lady Shangdu was veiled, and she removed the crystal ball in front of her."
I know you're coming, and I'm glad you didn't come with that scum Konstantin this time."
After speaking, her beautiful big eyes turned her gaze to Death Knell again, and stretched out her palm upward: "Death Bell, please sit down, I already know your intentions." ”Su Ming sat down and nodded with a smile: "This should be the first time we have to meet in the real sense, Ms.
Yin Wandu, you yourself look better." ”"Why?
Shouldn't you have seen me a long time ago?
”Under the purple translucent veil, the corners of the beautiful lips curled up a small arc: "In the mysterious house, under a certain tree, you will introduce yourself every time." ”"People may not know, but I know what's different, ma'am."
Su Ming took out a gold brick from his waist bag and put it on the table, and slowly pushed it over: "Why don't you explain, how did you open or appear in different places such as Greenwich, London, Los Angeles, and Dark Alliance Headquarters at the same time?"
”Mrs.
Shangdu touched the gold bricks, pushed the tarot card pile, and said with a smile: "This is a trade secret, the two detectives don't ask about the woman's secret, let's start doing business." ”