Alice's Dream Club

It was a huge palace full of magical style. It was difficult for Lynch to describe its characteristics in detail in words: because it almost mixed the architectural styles of castles and palaces of all eras, making it extremely indescribable or even indescribable.

To give the simplest example, under the front eaves of the palace, you can see the delicate structure of mortise and tenon joints. This is the most exquisite bolt-free architectural structure that has been handed down since the Han Dynasty. Stone Age.

What you see above the eaves is the spire-style architectural decoration of the Gothic era. What connects it is the flying buttress structure of the Victorian era. …

Yes, to put it simply, the representative architectural features of these eras were forcibly kneaded together.

Lynch believes that the most popular and intuitive description is this: giant ugly, not as good-looking as that haunted house.

Then the palace in front of him changed back to the dilapidated western-style building in a haze.

Lynch: "..."

To be honest, the uncontrollable horror in his heart has been completely dispelled by these changes, and now his only thought is that even if he bumps into a ghost, that ghost is also a brainless existence.

What and what is this!

On the contrary, if those contemporary master architects had the opportunity to gather here, maybe they would really make a very tacit decision for the palace just now—the kind that could not be suppressed when the coffin was unveiled on the spot.

Just when Lynch lamented how wonderful the world is, the voice on the phone finally rang again.

The woman's tone was a bit strange, as if she was curious about what Lynch had just seen.

"Let me tell you, what you saw just now is one of our company's employee benefits," but the woman quickly changed the topic, "Okay, anyway, you will have a lot of time to read it after you join the company, so don't just stand there It's over, come in and go through the entry procedures..."

The woman's voice brought Lynch's thoughts back to reality.

Let's be realistic, because Lynch knows very well that he is probably already in another dimension.

After thinking about it, Lynch asked, "Is it too late for me to leave now?"

The woman is quite open-minded: "You go, I don't believe you can go out after you come in."

As soon as the words fell, the road behind Lynch fell apart like shards of glass. Not only the road, but the entire space was also shattered.

Outside the crystal fragments, there is an indescribable thing inhabiting, even if you look at Lynch's brain one more time, it's like a needle prick.

Seeing this, Lynch hurriedly ran into the courtyard of the western-style building.

Just like what the woman said, everything has come, let alone the road behind her, even the whole "world" is gone, so if I run, I will definitely not be able to run.

So the only thing Lynch can do right now is to bite the bullet and walk towards the dilapidated door.

After crossing the not-so-long cobblestone road, Lynch came to the dilapidated gate.

"Should I still knock on the door?"

"...Huh?" The woman on the other side of the phone froze for a moment.

"I think the door is pretty broken, and I'm afraid I'll lose money if I don't knock it hard enough..."

"I can't see that you have a big heart," the woman chuckled a few times after hearing the explanation, "If you were an ordinary person, you would have been scared to pee when you encountered the situation in front of you."

"Honestly, if I hadn't gone to the toilet before going out, I'd probably be peeing by now."

"...so much nonsense, the door is very strong, just push it, come in and go up to the second floor, the room on the right hand side at the end of the corridor is looking for me... By the way, don't touch anything, if something happens to you, you will die Get in and don't blame me for not warning you."

After speaking, the woman hung up the phone.

Having seen the scene just now, even if he didn’t need a woman to tell him to enter the door, he wouldn’t dare to touch anything except the floor. However, when he entered the door, he found that there was actually nothing for him to touch: inside the door was a standard European-style hall, The stairs on both sides extend down the wall to the floor. Except for a huge picture frame on the front wall, there is no carpet in the hall except for the lamp.

The chandelier on the roof also uses energy-saving light bulbs...

Following the woman's instructions, Lynch cautiously went up to the second floor.

The corridor on the opposite side of the hanging platform is unexpectedly normal. It can even be said that the appearance of the entire foreign-style building is significantly different from its appearance. The outside is very dilapidated, but the inside is very clean and tidy.

The only strange thing is that there is a picture frame without a portrait hanging between the doors of each room in this corridor.

Arriving at the end of the corridor, looking at the unpretentious wooden door in front of him, Lynch raised his hand and knocked lightly a few times.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

This voice is obviously the voice of the woman on the phone, and without the signal loss of the communication equipment, that voice sounds much more pleasing at this time.

Pushing open the door, Lynch saw a round table full of food, and the steaming heat told Lynch that these were just out of the pan.

Lynch: "...What is the situation..."

"Of course it's a staff meal tasting," the woman also came into Lynch's sight at this time. She was wrapped in a pink apron, and her long black hair was simply tied into a loose ponytail—she now Just as he was bringing the last dish to the table, "I told you that the employee benefits of our company are better than you can imagine. It's just in time for the meal, so let's eat together and talk while eating."

The woman's appearance was enough to make Lynch stunned for a moment, because he always felt that if this person didn't use the knife, he must have jumped out of the painting.

It's a bit hairy to see.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lynch was in a daze, the woman forced him down on the stool.

"You eat first, I will briefly tell you what you need to do after joining the company." The woman took off her apron, and her temperament changed from a gentle housewife to a capable strong woman. For some rare devices, such as lifespan, luck, a choice of fate, etc., the guests also have all kinds of things, so you need to strengthen your fragile nerves, and then your basic job is to communicate with those guests and weigh the payment of the guests. Whether something is valuable, whether it can be used as a price tag for exchange, in simple terms, it is a shopkeeper..."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Lynch felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, "Why is your table full of potatoes?"

At that time, the woman looked at Lynch in shock.

"Your brain circuit is quite exquisite. I thought you were going to shock the products our company sells. This tough and strong three-dimensional view has a bright future."

Was Lynch shocked by the type of merchandise? Ever doubted the authenticity of what a woman said?

The answer is of course yes.

Not only was he suspicious, but the moment he heard it, he also felt that this woman might be mentally ill.

But combined with everything that happened just now, he had to admit that at least what he saw was real: he twisted his thigh just now to confirm that it was not a dream at all.

So what Lynch can do now is to wait for the woman to finish speaking first.

"The braised potatoes are a bit salty for me... so you continue?"

"It's over," the woman seemed quite satisfied with Lynch's reaction, and she took out a stack of A4 papers out of thin air like a magic trick, "This is our company's employment contract, do you need to read the content first?"

Lynch squirted juice on the contract.

"No, I haven't accepted the job yet!"

"The staff have eaten all the meals, are you embarrassed to just refuse?"

Under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for someone to accept this kind of job so easily. The woman naturally knew it in her heart, so she immediately analyzed the current situation for Lynch.

"And look, you almost have no money to eat now, and you don't even have a place to live. There are two elderly people who have cared for you in your hometown. You don't think about those two at all. Think? Our company can provide board and lodging and the salary is generous. As long as you join the job, you can advance this month's salary. Not only can you repay the rent owed, but you can even send the rest of the money back to the old man to enjoy..."

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by a woman that Lynch knows the predicament he is facing, and he doesn't wonder why she understands it in such detail - because it is written on the resume, and the whole article highlights a key point: horrific.

So Lynch is now considering another question: whether he wants to accept this job and open a world line that he never dared to think about before.

"One question, if I say now that I don't want to take this job and want to leave, how will you deal with it?"

"I thought you had already accepted it," the woman put away the stack of contracts stained with juice, "It's very simple, erase your memory about this place, and then let you go back."

"Let's sign the contract then."

"Huh?" The woman was taken aback by the sudden agreement, and then she took out a clean contract, "It seems that I figured it out, I like smart and cheerful people like you."

"Just sign here and put your handprint on it." Turning to the last page, the woman pointed to the signature column at the end, "Do you want to take this opportunity to repay your grandparents? Or are you unwilling to be so ordinary in the future, and want to experience more exciting things?" life?"

"Both." Lynch signed his name. It was a bit strange to say that when he pressed his fingerprints, his fingers felt a slight tingling for a moment, "Hiss... what is this..."

Before he finished speaking, Lynch saw that the contract that should have been on A4 paper had turned into an ancient parchment scroll at some point, and the woman was carefully putting the scroll into her arms—like a hidden treasure.

After confirming that there was an inexplicable small wound on the finger that made the fingerprint just now, Lynch twitched the corner of his mouth with an uncontrollable inner impulse.

"Mom... Did I get on a thief ship..."

Ignoring Lynch's words, the woman clapped her hands, got up and came to Lynch.

She twisted up her skirt and bowed slightly to Lynch, then said with a smile in a subtly respectful tone.

"From now on, you are the official owner of Alice's Dream Club, Mr. Lynch."

"Alice's Dream Club?" Lynch repeated in a low voice the name of the place where he would spend his youth in the future, "By the way, I have a lot of questions, don't you..."

"No hurry, no hurry, you are the owner of this place, of course I will tell you everything about this boss, now..."

The woman paused for a moment, and continued when Lynch was hairy from laughing.

"After the job entry is done, let's move on to the next step. You come and change your clothes with me. You are the owner of the club anyway. The image must be acceptable. After changing the clothes, let's take a photo and round up—— There are 256 pictures, because I can’t repeat it, so I suggest you think about the pose and expression first.”

Lynch: "...???"