Super Trick or Treat System

"I have never seen you so quiet, Freddie," Dale said, jumping into the flames happily. "What's the matter, doll? The cat caught your cock?"

Bellmer shook a well-groomed finger at the two men vigorously. "I have prepared something special for a lot of people. Now you are all on the list. An idiot like you goes straight to the ground. I will let you dig your own hole. Then I will kick you and cover you. Neat. Cheap. Anonymous. "

"Christ Almighty," Dell said. "Where did that come from?"

"You already wanted to kill me once," Li Huai said. "If I try it again, I might not like it."

"Lee Bad will see how you like it when you eat dirt, bastard. Take my advice. Go home fucking."

"Freddy?" Solomon said. "what happened to you?"

Solomon came out of the kitchen with an unopened bottle of vodka and four shot glasses, and caught the end of the speech. Freddie turned around and saw the disappointment on the face of her old friend.

Fred tried to make up his mind. "I'll warn you. This man is dangerous. I think-"

"I think you should leave," Sol said.

Freddie Bemer took some time to digest Solomon's words. Obviously, when he didn't want to undo them, she whipped her long straight hair on the shoulder and checked the watch, which looked small on the wide and thick wrist.

"Look," she said, trying to keep a little calm. "My next patient is late."

And, without saying goodbye, she came out of the door. There was a moment of silence, and then Dell spoke.

"I always knew he was a bastard..."

The next day, Li Huai took off from New Orleans at noon. He tried to offer some money to Solomon and Dale to thank them for their many kindnesses, but of course they wouldn’t spend a penny, and Li Badi knew that clicking on them would only cause discomfort, so he thanked him and went out. The former gave him a card back to rainy gray New York.

After returning home, he was very happy to find everything he liked. His apartment is messy, and his kitchen is full of beer cans and boxes of Chinese food. These dishes have become mold. He kept all this for one day. What he wants most is to sleep for a while, and this time he hopes that there is no dream that he can only dream of. He staggered onto the bed, took off his coat and shoes, and fell off. When sleep overwhelmed him, he barely lifted the bed cover, and he sank ruthlessly into it.

After sleeping for nearly 26 hours, Li Huai slowly familiarized his sore body with the state of awakening. After a healthy inner debate, he got up and got out of bed, dazzled and walked into the bathroom.

When the water was poured on him, Li Huai imagined that it could not only remove the oil collected naturally on his body, but also remove the events that occurred in the past few days. As Shui tried his best to erase Li Badi's memory, his thoughts hurt his wound deeply. He looked down and his thigh was almost completely healed, although he knew he would have some shiny new scars to show. He wants to work all day.

An hour and a half later, he was wearing a raincoat, wearing clean clothes, and carrying a comfortably hidden, fully loaded revolver. He went out on the street toward Mai Xia's place. He has a lot to tell her. The torrential rain continued, and the late summer sun shining on the city.

He is in a good mood, even optimistic, which is rare. Goode may have lied a lot, but at least the money in his password box is real, so Li Huai can finally repay the rent owed-at least three months, maybe four months-and even buy a pair of shoes that have not leaked. But after that, he will return to the topic.

The problem with being a detective is that his career is often hijacked by forces beyond his control. It's not because unnatural forces make him dusty. It's a fact that they usually don't pay much. Having said that, it is an undeniable honor when people learn about the secret life of his beloved city, but others do not; those expensive beauties who make him feel cold, if they are attracted by his admiration , Or high-octane executives, these are undeniable fun. With a haircut of a thousand dollars, they will live forever.

New York is not the only magical city in the world. All big cities in Europe and the Far East also keep their secrets-much older than New York can boast-but no place in the world has such supernatural activities as Manhattan. For people like Li Huai who have trained themselves to be able to overcome the distracting distractions provided by the city, evidence that the island is a battlefield can be seen almost anywhere, where the good angels of human nature are always in harmony with discord. Desperate forces fight. No one is immune.

If Li Huai was born under an unfriendly star, he might end up as a nomadic visionary in this city. His days are full of begging for enough money to buy some liquid oblivion. He has been looking for one all night. His opponent sang while struggling in the dark where he could not hear. They only sang one song in Li Huai’s ears, that is, "Blessing". This song praised the **** of death, and it was so disgusting that Li Huai often heard it, so that he understood these words in his heart. .

On the way to Maisha, he stopped at Ruft's deli and bought the breakfast he had bought every day in the city for 25 years. Jim Ruft always put Lee Bad's coffee into the cup, added sugar, and then waited until he arrived at the counter to add a little more cream.

"Li Huai, my friend," Jim said, "I haven't seen you for at least a week. My wife said, "He is dead," and I said, "It's not Li Huai. no way. Li Nei is not dead. He goes on forever. is not it? "

"It must be that way sometimes, Jim."

Li Huai left some money in the tip jar as usual, and then went out. When he left the store, he collided with someone who seemed anxious, even though he didn't seem to know where to go. The man grunted, "Not here," and then secretly slipped the piece of paper into Li Badi's palm. Then the man dangled around Li Huai, and then continued walking down the street.

Li Huai listened to the advice of the stranger and moved on, curiosity quickened. He turned a turn and walked to a quiet street. He didn't plan a specific route, but wanted to know where to watch him and who the messenger should warn him. Li Bai checked the reflection on the window across the street to see if anyone was following him, but he did not see it. He continued walking, crumpled the paper with his left fist.

About two-thirds of the block is a flower shop called Xiangkou. He walked in and took this opportunity to look back at the street. If he didn't follow him, his ink and intuition would tell any half a dozen people walking towards him.

The air in the flower shop is cool, humid and heavy, with dozens of mixed perfumes of flowers. A middle-aged man with his beard trimmed neatly appeared from the back of the shop along his mouth like a third lip and asked if Li Badi was looking for anything special.

"Just browsing," Li Hao said. "I, uh, love flowers."

"Well, let me know if you decide."

"you bet."

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