Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

This seaside town is Pascal's hometown.

Although the area is not too large, although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs. It has all kinds of entertainment facilities and places to play.

So, we easily found a bar that is quite popular in the local area.

After entering, the bartender, wearing a group of checkered shirts and baring his chest, waved towards us and spoke in not very fluent English: "Hey, you are tourists who just came here, come here whatever you want. Jump, what do you want to drink?"

"whisky."

"almost there."

The bartender happily bent over and stretched his hands into the counter, pouring drinks for us, and said, "By the way, it's really rare to see passengers with a combination like you..."

This sentence is a chatterbox, and it can be said quite well.

But this is exactly what I want, after all, I can't ask a stuffy jar for news, right?

"I want to ask you something."

I sat in front of the bar, leaned forward a little, smiled, and said softly: "The manor at the northernmost part of the town, near the edge..."

Before I finished speaking, suddenly, I noticed a subtle change in the surrounding atmosphere.

In front of me, inside the bar.

The bartender's smile froze on his face, and the posture of pouring the wine seemed to be frozen at this moment. He looked up at me mechanically, and he didn't even feel that the wine in his hand was overflowing.

And the other drinking people sitting in the bar also stopped at this moment.

It's just that the difference from this bartender is that other people look at me more or less with a little bit of fear.

"Where's the wine?"

No. [-] and the other team members were not fools either. Of course they also noticed the change in the atmosphere, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

Especially No. [-], who took out a wad of dollar bills from his pocket and threw them in front of the bartender.

"Give me my whiskey, please, now!"

"Hey, good!"

After No. [-] finished speaking in a rough voice, Kubo came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and poured wine quickly.

then.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded behind us, and when we turned around, we saw those who were drinking at the bar, slipping away quickly as if they were going to take refuge.

really interesting.

I raised my eyebrows, unmoved.

Just now, I just mentioned the manor in the north of the city, but the reaction of these people is really too strange, right?

A few minutes later, the explosive DJ was still playing.

But the atmosphere in the bar was extremely cold, and the bartender serving us seemed to have thorns all over his body, standing in front of us, fidgeting.

"Snapped!"

Seeing the time passing by every minute and every second, my patience was exhausted little by little. After feeling that it was almost done, I took out two full stacks of US dollars and put them in front of the bartender.

Thanks to strong economic capabilities.

Dollar bills can basically be called the hard-core currency that is used all over the world.

"You are..." Money can turn ghosts around, especially for ordinary people, money is the goal they strive for all their lives.

These two wads of U.S. dollar bills cost over a hundred thousand dollars.

But in an economically underdeveloped place like South Africa, [-] yuan may be equivalent to the lifetime income of a family of three.

With such a large amount of money in front of the bartender, it would be a lie to say that he was not tempted.

"You just need to tell me everything about the manor in the north of the city, and then all these dollar bills will be yours." After I finished speaking calmly, I picked up the whiskey and took a sip.

"No, no, no..."

What amazed me was that the bartender turned down the chance to acquire such a large sum of money.

Amazing!
Is he a person who regards money as dung?I don't believe it, because I clearly saw greed in his eyes.

That is naked, the most basic desire of human nature.

But what was the reason that made him avoid talking about that manor so much?
"As long as you ask, these can also be yours." I shrugged extremely easily, and took out another 10,000+ dollar bill.

Money can make ghosts turn the millstone, but if the ghost does not turn the millstone, it proves that the interests are not enough. In the face of sufficient interests, I believe that he will be able to show his tools.

"Huchi...huchi..."

Obviously, seeing the huge sum of money that is about to be doubled makes me very excited.

He stared straight at the dollar bills on the table, his lips began to dry out, and he couldn't wait to take the bills into his arms, but his expression was still a bit tangled.

"All right!"

Finally, after a moment of struggle, he chose to compromise.

Fearing that someone would snatch him, he took all the banknotes into his arms, looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one else but us, he said cautiously: " That manor has a history of almost 20 years since its establishment."

"There was originally a family of four living there, but it's a pity that three of the four members of that family are monsters! They are not human at all!"

"Why are you not a human?" Driven by curiosity, I couldn't help asking.

"The father is a monster as strong as a cow, the daughter is a blind monster with a voice that can confuse people, and that little son, his belly is full of fish gills!"

Halfway through saying this, the bartender became agitated, as if he had seen all this with his own eyes: "You may not believe it, but in this town, most people have seen it all of these."

"Fortunately, a few years ago, the couple died in a car accident, and the little boy was also taken away by traffickers, and the daughter was taken in by well-meaning Catholics."

was taken in.

The bartender said so much, but in a real sense, there was only one sentence that interested me.

"Where is she now? Is she still alive?" I asked hastily.

"Of course they are alive! Although people in the town don't like their family, they have never done anything to harm us, so there is no need for us to kill them all."

The bartender shrugged, then dragged me to the outside of the bar, pointing to the clock tower two streets away, "Did you see that, there is a cross on the top of the clock tower, that's the church, and the female monster you mentioned is in the church to be cleansed by God."

It's just a way of wrangling and fooling people.

I laughed dumbfounded, and then I planned to take people to the bell tower immediately, but just as I was about to act, the bartender suddenly grabbed my arm and said in a low voice: "You must not tell others this is because I told you Yes, otherwise...you will kill me!"