Zombies don't need to rest

There are neither exaggerated ornaments of pure gold nor curtains strung with various jewels.

There are some calligraphy and painting photos on the simple white walls, and some ornaments are placed on both sides of the corridor.

It looks like a very ordinary museum or exhibition hall.

However, those unique ornaments make the whole space look a little weird.

The door of the innermost room was closed tightly. After walking slowly, the woman raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly, then stood at the door and looked at the special ornaments on both sides.

Standing on the exquisite black marble round platform is a girl with an exquisite face, standing on the round platform with her hands behind her back and her feet resting on her feet.

The black marble contrasted sharply with the white and slender feet, and the toenails were decorated with lovely patterns and sparkling diamond fragments.

Her white and tender calves are straightened with the movement of stepping on her feet, her hands are crossed behind her back, her upper body is raised while her chin is slightly lifted, there is not a single hair on her delicate face, her pink lips are slightly raised, she looks like a proud and charming girl. Delicate girl appearance.

A palm-width white ribbon spiraled down from the top of the head, blocking the important parts just right, and finally fell on the round platform.

On the opposite side was another girl with a slightly different posture, less coquettish and arrogant, and more dignified like a lady.

Presumably anyone who sees them will admit that this is a kind of delicacy and beauty that can be directly used for modeling.

The eyes of the two girls happened to be on the center line of the corridor, and it was impossible for anyone standing outside the door to ignore them.

It looks like a life-sized figure carefully crafted by an artist.

But the woman knows very well in her heart that their owner is not some rich homeboy with unique hobbies.

If someone cuts it open with a knife, it will be found that the inside is not the silicone and metal skeleton commonly used in figures.

Because these are not decorations at all, but two real ones.

specimen!

The door was slowly opened, and a man wearing only a nightgown frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

There was a faint cry for help in the room, and a movie was playing on the TV near the door.

In the picture, a girl in a white dress is struggling to move with a leg that has been pierced by a bullet.

The boss has been trying to find the heroine since he watched this movie, but the other party is in the NO.11 base city after all, so he can only find some substitutes to vent.

The woman looked away calmly and said, "Someone in the box downstairs claimed to be from the Crystal Palace, and asked us to send someone to Wu'an Street to find Mr. Lu."

The man frowned tightly: "Have you confirmed their identities?"

life friend. "

The man threw away his nightgown, took a cigarette from a cabinet behind the door, lit it, and held it in his mouth.

After thinking for a while, he said:

"You invite it yourself, but when you see Mr. Lu, tell me that I invited him to visit the new specimen, and at the same time discuss the details of the opening of the Four Seas Casino tonight.

Then you mention the matter of these two people by the way. If the two of them really have something to do with Mr. Lu, you will send them to the world at night and prepare a suite for them by the way. "

He directly flicked the ash on the ground, thought for a moment, and added: "Tell the people below to take care of these two people. If Mr. Lu doesn't know them later, chop them up directly. In addition, let the people below send some A different style of fresh goods came, washed and waited.”

The woman nodded, while the man had already put on his pants and leather shoes while speaking.

After holding a shirt and pressing the pause button on the TV screen, he directly closed the door of the room and walked out.

Satisfied, he looked at the two "decoration" men at his door and said while buttoning his jacket, "How about the news I asked you to find?"

The woman followed behind him and said softly: "Now we only know that Zhong Lanyin is preparing a new movie in the No. She's coming."

The man shook his head and pressed the elevator button himself: "That's not what I'm talking about, have you figured out her identity yet?"

The elevator door opened slowly, and after two people walked in, the woman said: "I'm not sure if the person I investigated is the one in the movie, but there is indeed a nightclub called Muse down there. The girl named Zhong Lanyin, who is not on stage, is just a singer. Not long ago, she took a loan to buy a ticket to the No. 11 base city, and now all the bank debts have been paid off, and her household registration has also been transferred."

The elevator descended steadily, and the man nodded silently and said, "Then it's probably her. I didn't expect it to be from us. I just said it looks familiar."

The woman took a deep breath and said: "Two years ago, Master Guo Yu once mentioned this girl to you. At that time, he contacted Muse Nightclub to buy Zhong Lanyin, but Zhong Lanyin refused. Back then, she was a poor girl who sang, and she was far less famous than she is now, so let's forget about it."

The man casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, saying: "Then I have an impression. At that time, I said that she was a bit too old to be a specimen, so I didn't go into it. I didn't expect such a canary to come from us. She flew out, does she have any relatives or friends here?"

Kneeling down to pick up the cigarette butts and throwing them into the trash can next to her, the woman shook her head:

"The latest news I found is that she came back before the movie was released, and held a funeral for her mother, but no one attended. Her relatives have long since stopped communicating with her family. If it is friends, it is estimated that except for the nightclub I don’t have any friends other than colleagues.”

"That's difficult. It's hard to control people who have nothing to worry about. Remember to organize a copy of her relatives' information for me when you have time."

The man adjusted the position of his belt while talking, and said seriously when the elevator reached the first floor:

"I'll talk about this later. You go and come back quickly. I'll wait for you in the lobby. It just so happens that I also want to see who these two friends of Mr. Lu are."

"Ding"

The elevator door opened, and when the staff in the lobby saw the man, they collectively stopped and turned around, bowed in unison and said loudly:

"Hi boss."

"Busy, you should be busy, I'll come down to get some air." The man waved his hand and walked directly to the rest area on the side of the hall, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flipping his phone casually.

In the box, Jiang Yang's ears moved, and then he said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat, we will have guests later."

Qi Pei looked at the exquisite plate in front of him and the dish that was only about one mouthful in it, and carefully picked up the chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

"sucking"

Just when she squinted her eyes, she felt the taste that she had never eaten before, and it broke through her imagination with just one bite.

Jiang Yang next to him was already holding a big bowl and started sucking noodles.

A spoonful of lard and a little soy sauce, combined with a simple bowl of noodles, even Feng Wenbin couldn't understand why Brother Yang had a soft spot for such a simple food.

But in fact, when Jiang Yang was still a human being, this was what he ate every day as a migrant worker.

Qi Pei looked at Jiang Yang and Feng Wenbin's simple food and said a little embarrassedly: "Boss, would you like to try this dish? It's delicious."

A simple bowl of noodles was eaten by Jiang Yang after a few mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth casually and said, "You can eat more if it tastes good, but remember to save some stomach for the tonkatsu later."

Feng Wenbin, who was eating fried rice, raised his head in surprise and asked, "Such a boss really knows how to cook?"

Jiang Yang pushed the noodle bowl aside, lit a cigarette and said, "No one is born to be the leader of any society, just like not all girls have to enter the red-light district. There are many roads ahead, but in fact, there is little choice for individuals.”

Qi Pei, who had decided to let himself go in front of this kind boss after eating delicious food that she had never eaten before, nodded:

"The boss is right. In fact, it will be discovered at the end that there are actually no choices at all in those key nodes of life. It is indeed spacious and bright, but before going on that road, you have to climb over a natural barrier."

Feng Wenbin shrugged his shoulders: "What about you, you have already reached this road, what are your plans in the future?"

Qi Pei squinted his eyes after eating a fish he didn't know and said, "My dream was to open a flower shop, but now, maybe I want to be a chicken head?"

Jiang Yang, who was smoking a cigarette beside him, suddenly said, "Has anyone ever told you that when you lie, you tend to tilt your head to the right unnaturally?"

Qi Pei stared and turned her head: "Ah? Do I have it?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "It's quite obvious."

Feng Wenbin ate the last bite of rice on the plate, lit a cigarette and said, "So what is your real plan? Maybe we can help you, just like Zhong Lanyin."

Qi Pei shook her head with a gloomy expression: "Farewell to the boss, she has her own persistence and ideals, even if she sacrifices her life, it is for her family."

Jiang Yang helped her peel the shrimp on the plate and handed it over. Qi Pei lowered his head and took it and continued:

"I'm different from her. My father is a gangster. When I was three years old, he was beaten to death because he owed money to the casino. My mother is a nightclub makeup artist."

Although the taste of high-end dishes is good, the quantity is very small. After eating the shrimp on the plate in one bite, Qi Pei muttered:

"She taught me the methods and skills of the nightclub since I was a child. Other children after school are either making up lessons or having fun. Every day when I get home, she puts me on the bed to practice postures and open my ligaments. She also asked Mr. Xu from Muse Nightclub to give me I took the first lesson in my life, and when I was dying a few years ago, I was sold to Boss Xu for a sum of money to buy a cemetery."

Before the next dish was served, she stopped and waited for the serving staff to go out before looking at Jiang Yang and whispering:

"I have learned a little knowledge in class since I was a child, and everything else is related to night shows and beds. I don't know anything else, but I can confidently say that my skills in this area Really strong, and, and..."

She paused, and found that Jiang Yang was just listening calmly without any special expression, gritted his teeth, and said in a not very loud voice: "I'm good at this, and now I kind of like this."

"Oh..." Feng Wenbin sighed.

Qi Pei lowered her head tightly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really different from Xiao Lanyin, I'm dirty from the inside out."

Jiang Yang said suddenly: "Eat vegetables, don't just chat, the fried pork chops won't arrive until later, eat first and then chat."

Qi Pei raised her head cautiously, but she didn't see any look of contempt or disgust in Jiang Yang's eyes.

It was as if he didn't hear what he said.

And like, he thinks this is normal?

Picking up a fork to eat the meat with only one bite on the plate, Qi Pei said after the service staff replaced the new dishes and left the box: "My next plan is..."

While talking, she stared at Jiang Yang, intending to shut up as soon as she saw any impatience in his eyes.

But Jiang Yang didn't, he seemed even interested.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Pei blushed and said, "I think one day I won't have to make money by doing this kind of thing, and then I can do it with the people I like at will in the way I like."

It was the first time she confided her true thoughts in front of outsiders, her face was terribly red, but at this moment she suddenly heard Jiang Yang beside her laugh.

"puff"

Qi Pei raised her head blankly, she thought Jiang Yang was laughing at herself, but after a closer look, she found that he was not, he was just very happy.

Feng Wenbin also looked at Jiang Yang with some incomprehension.

Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, Jiang Yang explained with a smile: "I know a friend who is very similar to you. Her dream at that time was to be able to meet two hundred strong and handsome guys from different countries in Times Square one day. go crazy, it would be better to broadcast live globally.”

"Cough cough cough" Feng Wenbin coughed violently a few times.

Even Qi Pei was shocked by such "crazy words".

Jiang Yang just said calmly: "Is there any problem? This is just her dream. It's probably the same as when you wanted to fall in love with your idol when you were adolescence."

Feng Wenbin rolled his eyes and didn't know how to answer.

When he was a child, brother Yang told many stories about this kind of lunatic, but until this morning he always thought that those were just stories.

Who would have thought that Brother Yang couldn't make up stories?

Is it okay to tell kids this?

Then just when he was about to interrupt the topic, he saw Qi Pei who was sitting next to Jiang Yang clenched his fists with bright eyes and said:

"Amazing!"

???

Slowly playing three question marks in his mind, Feng Wenbin felt that he had to stop this conversation.

Before he could speak, Jiang Yang said to Qi Pei: "So your dream is to have greater control over your own life, right? You want to decide your own life?"

Qi Pei nodded: "Yes, boss."

Jiang Yang patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go make tea first, and after the business is done, let's talk about your problem."

There were dense footsteps outside the door, and Jiang Yang said with a smile: "I don't know if the cook still sells fried pork cutlets. Back then, the fried pork cutlets he sold every day were more than the pigs killed every day in the slaughterhouse." Much more."

Qi Pei, who was stuffing tea into the teapot, didn't pay attention to this sentence at all, but Feng Wenbin's eyes widened suddenly when he realized it.

89 Little girl, where is your father?

When the door of the box was pushed open, Qi Pei had just put the kettle on the heating base.

Hearing the voice, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced, and then saw an old man in his 80s standing at the door.

His hair and beard had turned a mottled white.

Strong muscles still make him look like a bodybuilder.

The tattoo inside was exposed at the neckline of the shirt. He was frowning and looking at Jiang Yang and Feng Wenbin in the room with displeasure.

Fortunately, he didn't look at himself, Qi Pei was slightly relieved.

She didn't know this person, but there was a tall man standing behind the old man, and she knew that face very well.

I'm afraid there is no one in the whole No. [-] base city who doesn't know him.

Not just because this face is often on the local news, but also because it is often seen in various entertainment venues in the city.

The Shengshi Hotel where they are now is owned by the other party, and even the owner of his own nightclub, Xu, has to kneel and lick the character, the younger brother of the current mayor, Guo Wu.

With such an identity, he could only stand behind. One could imagine how high this old man's status was.