imperfections

There are three men and one woman getting on and off the high-speed locomotive.

Among them, the three men may have debuted as a group. The three heads were dyed red, green and yellow respectively. Standing together, they are a set of standard traffic lights.The lady clashed with the young lady just now, and also wore a leather jacket over her underwear. It seems that this outfit may be the winter fashion of local female hooligans, which is quite popular.

The four of them descended from the sky, and they didn't look like good citizens, but they stood in a row behind the crumbling black bar, but all of them hung their heads and dared not make a sound.

Several people shoved each other underneath for a while, and finally, the "traffic light group" made a concerted effort to push the only woman among them out.

The female motorcyclist who wants to be graceful but not warm has survived the harsh winter, but did not bear the cold face of the gentleman at the back door of the bar. She shivered firmly, and said with some hesitation: "That person has a strange shield on him. lost……"

The man looked at her expressionlessly, and the female biker sneezed so hard that her lungs almost spewed out.

The little boy who had just stopped sobbing was startled by the ferocious sneeze, sat down on the ground like a frightened bird, groaned, and cried again.

The man holding the cigarette lowered his head, and the little boy exchanged a glance with him. After the glance, the boy's sobs were choked in his throat, and he didn't dare to howl anymore.

"Ask a policeman to come here. Don't stand in line here. Come in." A man who stopped the child's night crying picked up the little boy with one hand, turned his head and nodded at the motorcyclists, and caught a glimpse of the messy man in the corner from the corner of his eye. The girl also said something to her, "You too."

The motorcyclists filed in as if they had received an amnesty.

The girl got up and hesitated for a moment, but the heat from the bar quickly disintegrated her will. She rubbed the scratch on the back of her hand, picked up her luggage, and followed in.

The decoration in the bar is very retro, a kind of shabby chic, there is a sweet smell of rum floating in the air, and jazz is playing on the bar.It should be closed at this time, the waiters and bartenders are not there, only the man who opened the door just now, maybe the boss.

"A guy who runs a tavern, dragged like this?" The girl thought suspiciously. At this moment, she vaguely felt something moving on the shelf next to the table. At first, she thought it was a flickering light. With a pair of small cold eyes, she leaned back, startled, and then saw clearly that there was a big green lizard lying there.

"It's okay, this thing is very lazy and doesn't bite." The boss conveniently put the little boy on the high stool opposite the girl, and asked her, "What do you want to drink?"

The girl came back to her senses: "Beer."

The boss glanced at her: "How old are you?"

At this time, the girl saw the boss's appearance clearly through the light - the man had black hair, and although his facial features were quite deep, he could still see that he was of oriental descent.The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbows, and his arms were open, revealing his strong chest and well-defined belly. He noticed that the girl was looking at him, so he casually fastened the two buttons.

There was an old scar on the man's neck, from his Adam's apple down to his shoulder, which was hidden in his shirt, making him a bit more dangerous for no reason.He is smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes slightly in the smoke, and there is a bit of unshaven stubble on his chin. It can be said that he is very unkempt, but even if he is so sloppy, he does not look frivolous. The reason , probably his dark gray eyes.

Those eyes are very special, reminiscent of a canyon with thick fog for no reason, deep and cold.

As soon as the girl's eyes met his, she subconsciously looked away and replied briefly: "Fifty."

The boss rolled his eyelids: "Speak human."

This girl is a little rascal who is not under control. She has always been fearless, but for some reason, she can't hold her head up in front of the bar owner. Those gray eyes make her nervous—not the way a woman sees a handsome man. This kind of tension is the nervousness of truant children looking at the dean, and late rookies looking at their immediate boss.

So she lowered her head and folded herself flexibly: "25."

At this time, a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and the girl reacted slowly, covering her face belatedly: "What are you doing!"

An invisible personal terminal floated on the boss's wrist, and he swept it over the girl. An identity file immediately floated in the air. Two puffs of smoke came out of his nose, his long eyebrows raised slightly, and he read out the girl's name: " Huang... Jingshu?"

The girl frowned: "Why do you look at my ID card?"

The boss ignored it, and said to himself: "Your name is Jingshu too? That's a good name. It's the same name as the wife of the secretary-general of the alliance."

What is the "wife of the Secretary-General of the Alliance"? To the little sister of the eighth galaxy, it sounds similar to "Scientists named the black hole outside the domain Pixiu Xiaochang"-I haven't heard of it, so I don't know what it means.

But not everyone can look up other people's information casually. She still has this common sense. The girl stared at the man in front of her guardedly: "Did the old lady meet the police?"

The boss ignored her rude words: "Born in August 259 in the new star calendar, little brat, just sixteen?"

The girl with a stiff neck was swept away by his gaze, and she became three inches shorter for no reason.

The boss reached out and wiped it, and the identity information floating on his wrist dissipated immediately. A robotic hand took out a bottle of milk from the freezer of the bar, poured two glasses, and placed it in front of the girl Huang Jingshu and the little boy opposite her. Touched the lizard's head humanely.It's a pity that the large lizard itself is a cold-blooded animal, and it doesn't care about another cold claw, so it shrank its head indifferently and crawled away slowly.

"A minor, what are you meddling in?" The boss said, "You don't come home in the middle of the night, just make a funny face and hang around here. What about the adults in your family, no one cares about you?"

"What's wrong with Shiliu, what's bothering you? I'm from 'Black Hole'," the girl slapped the table sternly, "What's so much nonsense, I want beer, why don't you pay me!"

As soon as the words fell, even the music at the bar stopped intelligently, and everyone's eyes were strangely focused on the girl. The red-haired motorcycle driver in the "traffic light combination" spit out the wine in his mouth and coughed Earth-shattering.The green-haired man next to him tremblingly raised his sleeves, wiped his sprayed face, turned his head and asked, "What do you say you are?"

As we all know, the democratic government barely established in the eighth galaxy is like a disposable lunch box. By analogy, the governments of the planets are simply not as good as straw paper, and the police station is mostly only a signpost, and no one takes them seriously.Since the government does not count, someone has to have the final say. Over time, it has created a situation where gangsters are rampant.There are many gangs in the eighth galaxy, each with its own territory, and they are the "invisible governments" of the major planets.

And the "invisible government" entrenched on Beijing's β star is called "black hole", the source of income is protection fees, and occasionally does some murder and arson business.

There is a mysterious person in power in the black hole named Lin. Whether it is "Lin" or "Lynn" is unknown, but they all call him "Fourth Brother".There are different opinions about the origin of the fourth brother. Some people say that he is a wanted criminal, while others say that he is an interstellar pirate who went ashore.In just a few years, this person has become famous in the "black hole", first becoming the confidant of the former head of the family, and then the current head of the family.

How did the fourth brother climb to the top of this food chain?There are many legends full of intrigue and blood in the folks. It is not known whether they are true or not. Anyway, such stories have a vast market in the eighth galaxy, and are suitable for all ages and tastes.

All the hooligans and little sisters on Beijing β want to become the next fourth brother. Their longing for the "black hole" is as pious as the rich and powerful children of Watto's longing for Ulan College.

The girl Huang Jingshu said without shame: "Black hole, haven't you heard of black hole on Beijing Star?"

The female motorcycle driver listened to her nonsense, and looked at the girl's childish face that couldn't be concealed by heavy makeup, and was amused: "Fourth brother is poor and crazy, even recruiting child labor?"

The girl raised her eyebrows, and was about to retort, but before she opened her mouth to spit out a stream of miasma, the boss wiped her hands and told the robot next to her, "Call Lu Bixing."

The robot hand made an "ok" gesture, and said in a flat voice: "Call Principal Lu——"

The girl was shocked: "You..."

"How do I know which school you are from?" The boss finished asking for her, and then asked and answered by himself, "The minors in the entire eighth galaxy pretending to be black holes are all students of that grandson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical hand trembled, and the call of "that grandson" was connected.

The flat, cold electronic voice of the manipulator changed into a man's voice, and a low and soft voice came out from the palm of the manipulator: "It's rare, why do you think of me?"

The boss replied briefly: "Come over here, the lost and found."

"Huh?" Principal Lu asked with a smile, "What did I miss?"

He spoke lazily, like singing, but he uttered words clearly, with a bit of nasal ending, which seemed extra tender, and he didn't sound like a serious principal.

"A brat named Huang Jingshu, check to see if he's from your school."

The manipulator paused, and then, the voice of the "host of the midnight program" immediately became serious three octaves, and switched to the "news network" mode at the speed of light: "Why, what happened? Where are you?"

Before the boss could answer, a small silver sword flashed across the wrist of the manipulator. The boss stared at him, and immediately got up and put on a coat. Hurry up and take them away."

After speaking, he ended the call involuntarily. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the mechanical arm behind the bar immediately fell off the base, shrank automatically, and clasped the boss's arm like an armband—like a well-trained live parrot!

The girl Huang Jingshu grew up in the mountainous corner of the eighth galaxy since she was a child. She has never seen the world, and she was stunned for a while.

The boss said "Petunia, take care of the house", and hurried out through the back door.

As soon as he left, he heard a "ding dong". A sleepy middle-aged man in a police uniform poked his head in and smiled politely at the monster-like motorcycle drivers: "Why, I heard There's something trivial I need to take care of."

"That's it," the female motorbike driver named Petunia raised her chin at the little boy in the corner, "The lost child, you take it away."

"Okay, okay, no problem, don't worry, Miss Petunia," the policeman who is like a younger brother enthusiastically took the little boy away, patted the child's back skillfully, and quickly coaxed the little boy who was a little scared To be honest, afterward, he glanced around mischievously, and asked with a smile, "Then what...was fourth brother here just now?"

The bad girl Huang Jingshu yawned and was suppressed alive, her jaw almost dislocated.

Petunia gave her a half-smile.

"Unfortunately," she pulled the toothpick out of her mouth, and the corner of Yan Hong's mouth twitched, pointing to the open back door, "I just left."