Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Yumekawa Yuri was very sure that the man was waiting for him.

There will be no second possibility.

If a person visits the same bar at the same time for several days in a row, orders a glass of wine every day in a daze, rejects seven or eight beauties who come to strike up a conversation and then goes home, everyone will know that he is waiting for someone.

What's more, he unfortunately chose to be near the place where she often sat, and ordered her favorite drink.

There are countless types of bars in Italy.How does a foreigner stumble into this unassuming lounge at the end of an alley?

"Are you satisfied with your appearance this time?" Biyangqi, with her long pink hair entwined between her fingers, giggled beside her, and raised a slender calf wrapped in pointed leather boots.

Yumekawa Yuri held a single photo between her fingers.

The bar, profile, was taken 10 minutes ago.

"...It's not bad, just barely." Yuri Yumekawa deliberately replied in a nonchalant tone, forcing himself to look away from the photo, so as not to let his female partner see the clue.

Maybe it's just the angle and lighting... who knows.

Calm down, think that the other party is only 1.6 meters.

Biyangqi scanned her face with profound eyes: "So you like Japanese handsome guys more? I should have proposed to transfer you to Tokyo. In that case, maybe you would have..."

No, don't mention that shameful wish, she already regrets saying it.

Under Yumenekawa Yuri's glance, Biyangqi stopped her mouth knowingly, patted her shoulder with a smile, and then stood up and left gracefully.

"Enjoy~" Her ending voice was still echoing in the empty room after the door was closed.

The name is written on the back of the photo.

In the Central Plains.

Yumekawa Yuri sat up straight, the photo was thrown on the glass coffee table casually, and slid forward smoothly until it hit the ashtray.

She raised her wrist, pressed the cigarette butt into the exquisitely decorated crystal ashtray, and watched the last trace of smoke dissipate.

There are many people who deliberately approach her for various purposes, and he will not be the last.

But to be able to find a place for her private activities, he is somewhat capable.

However, only ignorant little girls who believe in love at first sight, or players who love to chase excitement by nature, will step into this clumsy trap.

She is the latter.

The white gauze curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows fluttered in the breeze.Yuri Yumekawa stepped barefoot on the fading rust-red sunlight on the carpet, and walked to the vanity mirror.

Her fluffy long hair and slightly tired face were reflected in the mirror.

This will not work.

Apply to mobilize logistics reserve materials for this operation.

Specifically, there are lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara, curling iron, and so on.

……

Meng Chuan Yuri looked at herself in the mirror and sipped her upturned lip line that had just been painted with gorgeous colors, and closed the lipstick cap with a snap.

She wants to see what the port mafia is up to.

In the Central Plains, there is no dream.

So it must not be a dream.

He opened his eyes, his eyes fixed on the ceiling out of focus.

Sequences of scenes that seem like rough-edged clip art haphazardly cut out of everyday life have appeared several times.

"What? Did you order this rose? It's too tacky. Change it."

"I second, someone like Yuri would definitely not like such a petty scene."

"Huh? Ah? I carefully selected this."

"Did you hear that, pay attention to the opinion of the guy who talked to eight girlfriends."

"Isn't it because of bad negotiations that we changed so much?"

... this time too.

Discussion sounds chaotic, quarrels on strange topics.

And those familiar figures that I haven't seen in six years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his hand, and the sun passed through his fingers tamely, landing on his face and neck, shining on the tangerine-colored hair.

Only then did he dully realize that the warm and warm feeling rising from the bottom of his heart did not come from the morning light entering the room, but from the gap that opened to him in the parallel world.

Since he accidentally touched the "book" during the last fight, this phenomenon has happened to him every now and then.

Somewhat disturbing, but not the bad kind.

Zhong Yuanzhong also considered whether this inexplicable memory fragment might be a trap for the enemy.

As far as he knew, the female number one in the memory fragments, Yuri Yumekawa, happened to be an illusionist with the ability to sneak into other people's dreams.

Does this ability also work on him?

But even the enemy should not be so powerful that they can restore the scene of Leibo Street seven or eight years ago, not to mention vividly portraying the voices and smiles of the mafia members who died six years ago, and by the way Out of their appearance six years later.

It should not be.

The Central Plains also expected the same.

He sincerely hopes that his former partners can still meet in the billiard bar in the parallel world as shown in the memory fragments.

When the fog in his mind cleared, he got up, took a shower, and started to deal with the newly emerging stubble in front of the large mirror table of the luxury hotel.

The sharp edge of the razor rubbed against the skin of his chin with a slight sting, and Nakahara stared at himself in the mirror.

Chuya Nakahara, one of the five cadres of the port mafia known for his firm conviction and vigorous actions, showed an expression of anxiety that could be described as uneasy when facing himself in the mirror.

But that shaken look disappeared in a blink of an eye, submerged into an oppressive and indifferent look.

White high-end shirt buttons from top to bottom, gray vest, short jacket, and then a coat.

After spending more time than usual arranging his hair and dressing, Nakahara put his hat on his forehead and prepared to go to the planned location.

Some things need to be confirmed.

The soft and dim backlight of the wine cabinet and the cozy and lazy bossa nova jazz music merged in front of the bar. Under the slightly drunk atmosphere, the conversations of people in the distance seemed unreal from the fog.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Looks like it won't be happening today.

The sound of high heels came from far and near, swallowed by the suede carpet.

He raised his head, his Adam's apple twitched, and he took the last sip of the dry martini, the spicy taste rolling on the tip of his tongue.

The moment he put down his wine glass, Yuri Yumekawa arrived at the bar.

One seat away from him.

The hand that Nakahara just put down the cup froze.He lowered his gaze slowly, paying attention to the movement over there from the corner of his eye.

She turned sideways and whispered something to the bartender, who nodded and turned to walk away.

Then, seemingly inadvertently, he turned his gaze to this side.

And his line of sight just swept over at this moment.

Cobalt blue and azure, the two blues interlaced and paused for a few seconds.

At that moment, like gin and absinthe collided and dissolved in a shaker and then rolled into the glass, the ice cubes fell along the wall of the glass, and the bubbles slowly rose.

From Nakahara Chuya's point of view, the other party's long sky-blue curly hair hangs casually on his bare shoulders, and the shoulder straps hang loosely on his slender arms with slightly undulating muscles.The light traced along the straight nose tip and rounded lips, illuminating the curved corners of her mouth and slightly hazy eyes.

Although he had no experience in striking up a conversation, Nakahara suddenly realized that there were as many possibilities as beer foam in the development after the eye contact ended, and the responses he had imagined were the most boring ones.

The pre-prepared scenarios suddenly no longer apply, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent, thinking about the next step.

...It is unscientific that he is more handsome than the photo.

Under the brim of the hat, between the slightly curly hair, the raised eyebrows look heroic and sharp, but the cobalt blue eyes are inexplicably gentle.

Is wearing a choker a bit foul?

Before Nakahara Chuya thought about the next step, Yuri Yumekawa had already taken a step forward.

From this distance, you can already smell the bitter orange perfume on her body.

"Have you finished your drink? Do you want another drink?" She said, the corners of her mouth still hooked.

The car key turned at her fingertips, drawing a shining track.

"How is my house?"

Hearing this sentence, Nakahara Chuya's calm expression faded away, revealing a rich and vivid expression.He stared into her eyes and asked without answering: "...Have you had a drink before you came?"

Are you sure you're not drunk?

"No. But I may go to a friend's new bar later, and I won't come here in the future." The car key turned around again.

Whether to start directly or to end immediately, why don't you choose?