Alice's Dream Club

When Lynch changed his clothes and came to the wooden door leading to the reception hall, he saw a pistol hung on the key hook that was supposed to be used to hang the key but had never been hung. With a glance, the bullets inside gave Lynch a little understanding of the identity of the guest he was going to meet next.

There are a large number of complex lines engraved on the bullet, and the texture of the bullet is not difficult to see from the glossiness to be silver.

He had never eaten pork but had seen a pig crash into a tree. The style of the bullet told the guest opposite the Lynch Gate that he was a member of the extraordinary race: vampires.

Lynch didn't know that the extraordinary races in the world he lived in were as bloodthirsty and difficult as mentioned in movies, TV dramas and novels, but he still prepared for the worst, adjusted his mentality and pushed open the wooden door.

When he came to the reception hall, the member of the extraordinary world seemed to be an "acquaintance" of him and Alice.

The woman in black who had followed the two of them before.

She was sitting at the bar at this time, while Alice continued to play the role of the waiter. The difference from before was that she could clearly feel the vigilant aura emanating from her.

Seeing Lynch coming to the reception hall, Alice quickly came to his side. It was also at this time that the woman was able to detect Lynch's existence.

"It's really hard to find, this club."

The woman's voice was full of indifference and dead silence as always, which made Lynch feel very uncomfortable.

Her dress was still the same as when they first met, with sunglasses and a mask covering her face, and she was wearing a long black dress.

Lynch didn't know whether the micro-movements of the extraordinary race would reflect the current psychological activities like humans, but he was still observing the woman's every move as much as possible.

"Welcome to Alice's Dream Club. If it's a transaction, please move here."

Lynch made a please gesture.

The woman also knew that the bar was not a good place to talk about serious matters. After being invited, she raised her glass and followed Lynch to a place where she could discuss face to face.

He even took the liner of the wine glass, which made Lynch slightly raised his eyebrows.

"My guest, what commodity do you want to trade...?"

Lynch's inquiry did not get a response from the woman immediately.

She just looked at Lynch, the young boss. Even if his eyes were blocked by sunglasses, Lynch could feel the burning gaze.

After a long time, the woman let out a helpless sigh: "It's a pity."

Lynch didn't speak, because he felt that the woman would explain the meaning of this exclamation by herself.

"If it's more mature, it's my dish."

Lynch was so eager to let the phrase "there is something wrong" out.

"This guest, please turn left when you leave the dating agency, Alice, let the guest go out."

At the first meeting, I wanted to give myself and Alice a bad start, and Lynch would naturally not let it go when he could save face. Of course, Lynch was fully sure that the vampire had a trade request and would not leave easily. Yes, otherwise he wouldn't be so stupid that he would throw away the club's reputation when he took over the second business.

"Guest, this way please."

Alice didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction with Lynch's decision, as if she didn't care if she lost this business.

The woman didn't get up and leave, she was still sitting there, looking at the two of them with great interest.

"I heard that the club won't reject the trader so obviously. Now it seems that the name doesn't match the truth."

Lin Qi crossed his fingers in front of him when he heard the words, and the smile on his face was indescribably dangerous in the woman's eyes.

"The club just treats traders equally. If they come to cause trouble maliciously, the club will naturally not welcome them."

"Do you know who I am?"

The woman's voice suddenly became a little lower, and the temperature around her also dropped a lot.

Under the sunglasses, a little scarlet light flickered, and Lynch's eyes just reflected the light that controlled his thoughts.

"Does it matter who you are?" Lynch's rational answer let Alice know that she didn't have to worry about him, but the next words made Alice twitch her mouth, "Or, a person who is down and out Who is the vampire who can't even afford new clothes and has great conflicts with his family, does it matter to me?"

"..."

The surrounding temperature became much colder, and the shadow beside the woman also boiled like boiling water.

"I guess you should be a member who was expelled from the family because of certain things. Are you having an affair with the current patriarch? Or are you falling in love with the dead enemy werewolf?"

The sunglasses had cracked slightly at this time, Lynch smiled and snapped his fingers.

"I see, it turned out to be..."

"you wanna die!"

The woman slammed the table and stood up, but Lynch disappeared before her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a soft sound behind her, and the smell of gunpowder was poured into her nostrils along with the feeling of a hard object pressing against the back of her head.

"A silver bullet soaked in holy water, with stigmata engraved on it. I think it would be difficult for any vampire to take a shot at this distance without getting hurt."

Alice was holding up the sign in her hand at this time, which was filled with questions about whether Lynch had overdone it.

To this, Lynch's response was just an innocent look, which probably meant something like this: Don't worry, the business won't run away.

As Lynch expressed, after a brief silence, the woman finally took a step back.

The cold breath suddenly subsided, and the boiling shadow also calmed down.

She slowly took off the hat on the top of her head, and then took off the sunglasses and mask. Lynch tilted his head to look at it, and conveyed the customer message of "this person is not a rip girl" to Alice with his eyes.

Alice swung the board and smashed Lynch's dog's head so fast—what time is it and she's still so sloppy!

"I hope your club can understand my caution, after all..."

"It doesn't matter, you're not a vampire anyway," Lynch put away his gun, and returned to the opposite side of the woman, "at least not the kind of vampire you usually recognize."

It has to be said that the woman showing her face in front of her has a delicate face that is not inferior to Alice's, and she is a year or two older than Alice.

Of course, the real age of this extraordinary race cannot be studied as deeply as Alice, so in simple terms, just look at it.

Revenge on the previous dismounting, Lynch asked again: "Okay, now that the guest, now that I have the desired understanding of the club, can I talk about your deal now?"

The woman sat down and sighed softly.

"I want to be a member of the real blood family."