Alice's Dream Club

Although there are many doubts in my heart that need to be answered by this woman who cheated herself into a thief ship, that sentence alone is enough for Lynch to condense all the puzzles into one core idea.

"Are you poisonous?"

His mouth was protruding a little bit.

The woman didn't care about Lynch's complaints, but took it as a compliment.

"Haven't you heard that the more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous she is?"

"I've never heard of it being explained like that!" mumbled while holding his head, Lynch forcibly pulled back the topic, "First of all, I think you should tell me your name, at least let me have a title, and then I I hope you can explain to me in a serious and detailed manner what is going on right now, including the sheepskin scroll with bloody fingerprints on it and what kind of club this is, and finally, are the potatoes on your table real?"

"I can answer this last question for you clearly: it's definitely not an urban legend like the Lost House, and there will be no weird talk about waking up and eating stones—these potatoes I just dug out of the backyard in the morning, Self-grown, pollution-free and pesticide-free, it’s fresh.”

The woman was writing something on the board in her hand while talking, but Lynch couldn't see what was written on it because of the angle.

"You come with me to change clothes first," finished the record, the woman forcibly lifted Lynch up from the stool, in heaven, Lynch couldn't believe that a woman who was a head shorter than her could lift him like a chicken Yes, "The second question is more troublesome to explain, let's talk about it while working."

"Then this beautiful lady full of mystery, dare to ask your name?" Lynch who was dragged away asked expressionlessly.

"Although I really want to say that you have a sweet mouth." When I came to the door of the next room, considering that I was holding the recording board in one hand and Lynch in the other, the woman raised her leg and kicked at the door, "But I More used to saying 'what's your name'."

Lynch: "...so what's your name?"

Being dragged into the room, Lynch first saw a pure white windowless space.

This space seems to have no boundaries, at least visually it creates this illusion.

Then he saw several rows of hangers in the room, on which were a set of brand new formal suits and dresses, the styles of which covered almost all occasions and all ages.

Lynch curiously looked at the rows of clothes that he knew were high-end clothes at a glance, but before he could take a second look, his hands suddenly pinched his buttocks.

"Lying..."

"What a fuss." Obviously the hands came from the woman, and she was holding a tape measure in her hand at this time, and the recording board was floating beside her and recorded something automatically, "It's just measuring your figure, young man The ass is quite upturned~ By the way, my name is Alice, it doesn’t matter what you call me, anyway, you are the owner of the club.”

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Lynch suddenly felt that the amount of information in this sentence was a bit large.

"Alice? This club is called Alice's Dream Club. Are you the founder of the club?"

"If it's my turn to be the owner of the shop?" After measuring her figure, Alice picked out a set of retro formal suits corresponding to her figure and handed them to Lynch. The job is to take care of the club and guide the owner on how to become a qualified club manager, and then take care of the club owner’s daily life, which can be regarded as a servant in simple terms.”

After thinking about it, Lynch asked tentatively, "Then you...are you a puppet? The one with Joan's soul inside?"

Alice also thought about it, and then pushed Lynch towards the fitting room that suddenly appeared behind him: "You have read too many novels, go change your clothes."

After changing his clothes, he got out of the fitting room, and Lynch suddenly found that the clothes in the whole room seemed to have changed to a certain extent.

This change is reflected in the model, which seems to have become a size that fits his figure.

"Hmm, it really depends on clothes." Alice, who reappeared in front of Lynch, also put on a set of photographer's equipment, she tilted her head to look at Lynch, and then clapped her hands, "Let's say less What."

As she spoke, she came to Lynch, stood on tiptoe and spat in the palm of her hand.

And start combing his hair...

"Can't you use hairspray!" Several hashtags popped out of Lynch's forehead.

"I forgot to buy it, just let it go." After finishing her hairstyle, Alice signaled Lynch to stand still, "First, take a picture that can be used as a facade for others to see. At least it is the owner of the shop, show some dignity... That's right, it's this kind of feeling of not being angry and arrogant, okay, let's have another one full of anger..."

After a burst of shutter sound, Lynch confirmed at least one truth that has existed since ancient times.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more unbelievable she is: Damn, when she said that she took one picture, she forced herself to take the remaining 255 pictures on the way, it would kill her!

Following Alice's lead, the two came to the hanging platform of the club.

Alice looked at the empty hall downstairs, her whisper was full of happiness.

"I finally have a master..."

"What did you say?"

"I said, the parchment scroll just now is actually a house deed. After you sign the contract with the club, this club will be yours." Alice didn't put away the excitement on her face, "I know what you want to ask—before Where has my master gone—there has been no master before, so boss, please take care of me in the future!"

To be honest, the first job I just entered the society was as a store manager, so I feel a little embarrassing when I say it.

But if the store manager runs a weird store, then this identity may not be so reassuring.

"So... it's a club, and it's still a business, so where are the facade and merchandise?"

"Downstairs, the store manager, please follow me."

Lynch also asked this question to confirm whether this club really sells those mysterious and mysterious things, but the sudden change of Alice's address and attitude still made him a little uncomfortable.

"Then what, you still call me... what the hell is this!"

When he came downstairs, he saw that the originally empty photo frame was strangely filled with his half-length photo. Lynch not only successfully surprised himself, but also perfectly aroused Alice's dissatisfaction.

"It's not a joke, it's you, the store manager. Also, boss, you are the head of a store, and your prudence is..."

"You said that you are like a servant, right?" The club revealed all kinds of cognitions beyond common sense from the beginning of receiving the call, so Lynch felt that he needed to use a calm attitude for everything that happened afterwards. He interrupted Alice's correction, and he sighed helplessly, "Since I am the owner here, can I ask you not to talk in such an awkward tone? It sounds exhausting..."

"Hey, I'm just waiting for your words. Sure enough, I saw the right person."

Alice's face-changing speed can be called flipping an e-book.

"Behind this door is the official operation of the club, please follow me."

Lynch: "..."

Opening the seemingly ordinary wooden door, the first thing that comes into view is a counter that is somewhat similar to a bar counter. Lynch can't tell the good from the bad for a while, but judging from the interior and exterior decoration, even if it is a receptionist The counter used should be as good as golden nanmu—because the style of the whole hall can only be described by the word "luxury", whether it is the crystal chandeliers hanging on the glass ceiling or the exquisite works of art All show a sense of luxury.

Lynch stood in front of a delicately framed oil painting, raised his head and sighed softly: "This is a true imitation of the Madonna of the Rocks."

Arriving at Lynch's side, Alice smiled lightly and said, "This is the real work."

Lynch: "..."

Alice: "Not only this one, but all the oil paintings used for decoration are authentic."

Glancing around the hall full of money, Lynch sighed deeply: "I suddenly understand why the inside and outside of the room are so... well, plain and unpretentious-you spent all your money on it?"

"First of all, the appearance outside the room is determined by each person, so everyone will see it differently," Alice rolled her eyes at Lynch, "Then don't worry about the source of these authentic works, boss, these are all from the past. Items that guests use to exchange..."

It seems that I accidentally learned some mysterious history...

"But didn't you say that there was no store manager before?" Lynch had long been confused about the management of the club, "I thought I needed to start from scratch to solicit business."

"Because it's a dream club, new and old customers will come without publicity." After thinking for a while, Alice decided to tell the truth, "I used to pretend to be the store manager... because I feel that it doesn't matter if there is no store manager... "

"And then?"

"So I later discovered that some transactions can only be completed by the identity of the owner of the club. When I encounter too many, I think of finding an owner."

When the topic came to this point, Lynch's doubts also emerged: "Then you never thought of being the owner of this club?"

"I'm just a servant, and I can't be recognized by the contract," Alice could see that Lynch still had doubts about her answer, but she forcibly changed the subject, "Because of my identity, it's actually about this family. I don’t know the specific details of the club, such as why lifespan or fate can be exchanged, so if you want to know more information, it’s up to you, the boss, to investigate~”

Every time I can guess what I think in my heart, Lynch acts as Alice with a mind-reading setting: "Then the most core question, is there any price setting for being the master here? For example, how much life do I have left?" Tian needs to complete the transaction to continue life or something."

Alice raised her head and looked directly into Lynch's eyes, that serious look immediately made the latter's heart beat.

"I told you that you have read too many novels, so there are no such strange things, but..." Before Lynch could breathe out, this turning point made his heart hang back again.

jingle--

The crisp bells echoed in the hall, and Alice's chuckle was like that sweet silver bell.

"A guest is coming!"