The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

At the end of the dance music, Mr. Fein was very interested in letting little Alice try out the instruments just mentioned.No matter what kind, the girl can make it make a sound according to the standard requirements. It cannot be said how amazing it is, but at her age and the environment she is in, she can be sure that she is indeed a genius that is rare in a century.

"Congratulations, lovely Miss Vergent. You have got a ticket. Madam will hold a party in Berlin. I look forward to your performance at that time." He took off the flat lenses used to cover up, wiped them, put them back on, Nodding in satisfaction: "Leave the rest to me and Mrs. Wilgent to discuss. Hurry back and change into thick clothes. Don't catch a cold. Ladies and gentlemen don't like sick children."

"Thank you very much, sir."

The little girl happily wrapped herself in the cloak, blew a kiss back, and ran away briskly.The butler was silently satisfied with her brilliance and wantonness in his heart, and turned to Mrs. Wilgent and said, "Please, respectable lady, I think you will definitely not refuse an afternoon tea."

The old woman's lips trembled, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded cruelly: "Thank you."

She's old, has a crazy daughter, and needs more money for Big Alice.The family support that man entrusted someone to send every month is only enough for the whole family to eat beans to barely survive. According to the current price level, if this continues, one day they will not even be able to eat beans.

If her granddaughter had been as naive and weak as her daughter, perhaps she would have sent her to a convent mercilessly.Although life is hard, life is worry-free and respected.But little Alice is as ambitious as her father. Instead of watching her capsize in a wave one day and be caught and hanged by the police, it is better to send her to Vanity Fair in advance. Even if the future is bleak, at least she has enjoyed the world True wealth and luxury.

Mrs. Wilgent really didn't like her granddaughter, but she was her own daughter's own daughter after all, and her mother's love could only go so far.

While her grandmother was negotiating the price, little Alice had already run back to her home from the Bercy Theater.The open door gave her a bad premonition, and before she stepped up the steps, the man's rough panting and the woman's hoarse cry for help were mixed together, and spread from the attic to the living room.

Alice's eyes sharpened, and anger rose from the bottom of her heart.

This unyielding stinky pig!

She closed the door, took out the hollow blowing stick from the fireplace, threw down her cloak and walked to her mother's living room in two or three steps.The dilapidated wooden door was wide open, a few clothes were thrown on the ground, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

The pajamas on Big Alice's body were hanging randomly on the edge of the bed, and her white and slender body was stretched out, crying and struggling while vomiting.The fat pig Shaw Belsey was pressing down on her as eagerly as he was slicing through a garbage heap.

She didn't have any fear of the white body and soft rotten flesh. Little Alice walked forward through the clothes with a calm face, and only poked a stick on the back of the theater owner when she reached the back: "Do you want to die?" eh, Fat Belsey."

Originally, he and the coffee lady were going to be dog-eat-dog. Although it was not time to collect the net, it seemed that he had to spend time finding another toolman.

The cold voice seemed to come from hell.

Mistakenly thinking that it was at least the barrel of the gun that was poked in the back, the restless thing in Belsie's mouth quickly shrank into a ball.While he was thankful that the belt hadn't been untied, he raised his hand and smiled flatteringly: "Honey, I just want to help Big Alice, she accidentally fell down just now. Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

"Oh, so that's the case." Little Alice was also laughing, but the laughter was full of murderous intent: "Would you like to go downstairs to have something to drink? I think grandma will come with guests soon."

Belsy nodded hastily: "That's really great, my dear."

She still had to ask herself to make a bridge, which was Belsey's greatest confidence in daring to attack Big Alice at this time.

Letting go of the fire stick let the fat pig cover its own rotten meat, and little Alice took a step back to hide the stick so that no one could see what it was.Boss Bercy hurriedly dressed as fast as undressing, and quickly rolled downstairs and sat on the only sofa that was in good condition: "The wine last time was really unforgettable, how about some more?"

Alice suppressed her anger in her eyes, and lowered her head with a smile: "Of course, please wait a moment."

Mother was still crying in the attic.

With a vulture like Shaw Belsey waiting around, sooner or later he'd have to bully him.

Since the problem cannot be solved anyway, it can only solve the person who caused the problem.

The quaint cup that was cooled like volcanic magma reappeared in the palm of my hand, this time it was no longer a clear mountain spring.

The liquid inside shone an ominous green.

Uncharacteristically, she filled the glass to [-]% full, and poured the water into it, using the strong color of the wine to hide the luster of the poison.

【Ability·Cup】

"Mr. Bercy, your wine."

After Boss Belsey calmed down, he salivated at Big Alice again, but considering what little Alice reminded just now, "the guests will come soon", he finally suppressed the itch in his heart: "Thank you, dear."

He took the wine glass and was immediately surprised by the generosity of the other party.Barely turning the rusted gears in her brain, Belsy attributed all this to little Alice's silent pleading and showing weakness.

——He could report the child to the police station and let her stay there for a few years, that's the real viciousness.

"This cup, to Almighty God." He drank a third of it in one gulp, and then raised the cup again: "This cup, to beautiful big Alice," he drank another third, and for the third time Raise the cup: "This last cup, toast wealth."

The spicy wine immediately warmed up his body, and Shawn Belsey blushed, leaning against the back of the sofa in a daze: "Hi~"

He hiccupped, and at this moment, Mrs. Wilgent really came back with the guests.

Alice's cry in the attic has changed from howling to sobbing, and Mrs. Wilgent, who doesn't know what's going on, is immediately distracted.She bent down to the respectable buyer behind her, and hurriedly ran upstairs while holding on to the handrail of the stairs: "Honey, I'm here, what happened?"

The drunk Belsie glanced up guilty, stood up and stopped Mr. Finn: "Our big Alice just fell down accidentally, haha, there is nothing to do about it. She is like a child, and everything will happen to her." Gotta cry a lot."

"Oh……"

Finn knew this slippery broker very well. He raised his head and pretended not to notice anything. "Then, I should leave too. Someone will come to pick up Miss Wilgent, don't forget."

Mrs. Vergent in the attic also found out what happened, but due to the "business" that had not yet been settled, she had to hold back her anger and yell at her granddaughter: "Go see the guests, you lazy bastard!" !"

There was no time to change clothes, little Alice picked up the cloak and wrapped it in silence, and opened the door to see the guests: "Please."

Shaw Belsey was so "drunk" that his face was flushed from the smell of alcohol, and his footsteps were so sloppy that it was disgusting.Apparently he couldn't control his obese body smoothly, and Mr. Finn had to help him half-support and half-drag him, just like dragging a fat pig with difficulty.

"My God, how much did Bercy drink?"

Little Alice lowered her head uncharacteristically: "He drank more than half of the bottle of ten-year-old Bordeaux wine in one go. It is said that the wine is older than my mother."

"Really? Oh my god, what a reckless waste." Mr. Finn struggled to support Belsie out of the Wilgent house, and suddenly found a layer of snow on the ground: "This damn weather!"

There's nothing more frustrating than helping a drunk man walk in the snow, and Finn almost wants to throw Belsey into the water so he can sober up and walk on his own.

"Please allow me to contribute a little bit, sir."

The girl raised her head, her purple eyes were full of pious, gentle and pure light.Even the housekeeper who has seen all kinds of things in the world can't help being fascinated, and there is no way to refuse.

- How nice of someone to offer to share some of Bercy's weight!

They wobbled Boss Bercy along Kloster Street to the Flood Bridge, and the three of them had to walk close to one side to avoid traffic jams.Little Alice was on the outside, with gurgling water under her feet.

Going all the way to the apex, I saw snowflakes that were getting denser and denser, so big that they almost covered people's eyes.

Gusts of biting cold wind made one's scalp numb, butler Fein couldn't help but loosen his hand a little so as not to feel so uncomfortable. He had to take another step to the outside.

It was at this step that Fatty Belsey, who was drunk, suddenly became drunk for no reason.He waved his arm and gave Mr. Finn a hard blow, throwing away the screaming little Alice who wanted to reach out to rescue him, and then spun twice on the spot like a spinning top—everyone who was knocked back by him with one punch could only I watched helplessly as the owner of the song and dance theater slipped and fell off the bridge in embarrassment.

The warm sunshine of the past few days has melted the ice on the river, and now the snow on the ground has just buried the upper of the shoe, which is not enough to refreeze it.The thin ice layer obviously couldn't provide any support and protection for Seam Belsey's weight.Not to mention the coffee lady's butler and Alice Vergent, even other people who watched the "accident" only reacted after ice splashed on the water.

In just a few seconds, the dust settled.

"My God! Boss Bercy has fallen into the water!"

One person yelled, and countless people came out from the corners of the street and surrounded the Manshui Bridge completely.Soon both ends of the bridge were full of onlookers, Mr. Butler called for the police, while little Alice knelt on the snow and stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to pull the owner of the song and dance theater up with her own strength. .

It was hopeless, she knew, it was the cup of poison that really worked.

After the fuss, the police had no choice but to turn to other departments for help.In the end, another person was sent to inform the fire brigade to rush over with a raft and a long pole. Everyone kept busy until night fell, and then managed to get the frozen fat boss out of the bottom of the water.

Wrapped in a scarf, Mrs. Bercy, who was invited from the cabaret theater, fell to the ground and cried bitterly—it would be very troublesome if the cabaret troupe lost its boss. Would she have to deal with tax officials, the police station, and even big and small door-to-door hooligans alone? Are they?