Ember Gun

  Chapter 646 Alcoholics

   "The weather today is terrible."

   "Yeah, yeah, to be precise these days."

  In the tavern, the two old guys were sitting by the window, drinking and talking. The two seemed to have drunk too much and looked drunk.

  Probably because of the bad weather, and few people come to drink during the day. The tavern is empty, except for the bartender who is still wiping the glasses, only these two guys are left.

   "But why are you thinking about drinking with me?"

  Oscar looked at him suspiciously. The two hadn’t been in contact for a while, but it was here when they contacted.

   "Because drinking alone is too boring."

  Buscarlo thought for a while, and then said that he seemed very worried and didn't know what was hiding.

  Oscar didn’t ask too much, the two got together, drinking from the morning to now, chatting in the meantime, from the recent trivialities to the bad weather.

   "Oh, this horrible place of old Dunling...In other words, I always think I might have some supernatural power." Oscar scratched his gray hair.

   "Huh? Tell me a little bit." Buscalo asked curiously.

  "I’m not too good to say, anyway, every time before it rains, my knee will feel a pain, sometimes it will be particularly painful, until the end of the rain."

Oscar rubbed his knee vigorously. With the palm of his hand, he could easily feel the pain under it, just like the gears are covered with rust and messy dust. Every bend will bring clarity. Pain.

   "Although it is painful, the predictions are very accurate every time. Do you think my ability is very practical in Old Dunling?"

  Buscaro heard this, his expression a little sluggish, he thought about it, and then said slightly embarrassed.

   "I think you should be rheumatism."

   "Huh? Rheumatism?"

   Oscar cried, he had never linked this situation to rheumatism.

"Well, really, I have lived in Old Dunling for a long time. Many people have this kind of illness. I generally recommend them to take painkillers or leave Old Dunling and find a sunny and warm place to live." Luo said solemnly.

   "This sounds pretty professional." Oscar's words were muddled, probably after drinking too much.

  "Professional? I have always been professional."

  Hearing this, Oscar looked at Buscarlo, his expressions wrinkled together, thinking hard, and then exclaimed.

   "Yes, you are a doctor!"

  Oscar looked at his old friend. It was probably that Buscarlo had been decadent for too long. For a long time, Oscar had forgotten that this guy was a doctor.

   "Well, yes, doctor, it's just past tense." Oscar repeated.

Hearing this guy’s words, Buscalo was heartbroken. From the doctor to the alcoholic, it took less than a year. Even he himself didn’t expect that he would have changed so much, so decadent. thorough.

   "Are you still in touch with your wife?" Oscar asked again.

"Besides."

  Buskalo spoke weakly, drank alcohol, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

"I guess so."

  Oscar looked up and down Buscarlo's clothes.

  Today’s Buscalo is not embarrassed. He wears a neat suit and has his bald hair well managed. If he throws away his alcohol, he will dress seriously as if he is going to an important meeting.

   "You don't look like you are here for a drink at all."

Oscar opened his robe, and saw that under the coat, he was actually wearing a pajamas with slippers on his feet. Since he hugged Stuart’s thighs, this guy’s attitude towards life has become more and more bold. .

"Why, do I think your wife is back?" Oscar analyzed, "She returned to Old Dunling because of something, and you want to take this opportunity to redeem this relationship. You not only clean up, but also want to buy one. Bunch of flowers..."

   glanced out of the window, Oscar continued, "But it seems that the flower shop did not open today."

"How did you know?"

  Buskalo was completely hit, and his eyes looked a little flustered.

   "Guess, I'm a famous writer, using the existing elements to conceive the plot, it's too simple, it's basic professionalism." Oscar said.

   "Writer? Sometimes I always think you are joking."

  Buscarlo looked at Oscar's terrible look, reminding him of his profession, and couldn't help but said.

   "It's like you used to be a doctor, who doesn't have a glorious past? Right." Oscar smiled and shook his head.

  "A writer, would you like to have a drink here with me? Or this kind of place."

Buscarlo’s words are messy. This tavern is very partial, small, and not well known. He came here because the drinks here are cheap, but what he didn’t tell Oscar was that he was actually a frequent visitor here... He just didn't want Oscar to know his fall.

"You asked me to set the place, why do you blame me again?" Oscar said, "No matter what, this is my friend's shop. We come here to drink free, right! Hercules! "

Oscar yelled to the bartender behind him. Hercule gave him a blank look and drew another stroke on the bill without saying anything. Anyway, the Stuart family will pay the bill in the end, and Hercule will take care of it. Oscar drank it.

   "However, you should have gone to see your wife, but now you are drinking with me here," Oscar was keenly like a sly fox, "Are you afraid? Afraid to face her?"

   "Think about it, you have fallen for so long, even if you wake up temporarily, the alcohol on your body can't go away."

  There was no mercy in Oscar's words, which caused Buscalo's heartache.

  In fact, he also understood that his endless drunkenness really angered this friend. In the face of his ridicule, Buscalo could only accept and drank sullenly.

  Human, I drank more when I was sad. Under the numbness of alcohol, Buscalo became more and more drunk, with a sad expression, and then wept with tears.

   "She left me and took the child away..."

  Buscalo’s true feelings are revealed, his expression is sad, the listener sheds tears, and the viewer sorrows, with alcohol and the heavy rain outside the window, it is almost like a stage play.

   "Ah this..."

  Listening to Buscarlo’s confession, Oscar started to be confused. He just wanted to tease him by routine, but he didn’t expect the effect to be surprisingly good.

   Then Buscalo grabbed him, snotting and tearing.

   "I said a great writer, can you understand it? Suddenly it was like the sky was falling. The motivation for my work was for them. As a result, there is nothing left."

  Oscar's expression became extremely embarrassing. He tried to push Buscarlo away, but Buscarlo got closer. Under this eager gaze, Oscar could only talk dryly.

  "This...this is a bit beyond the scope of my knowledge."

"what happened?"

  Buscarlo stared at Oscar, now Oscar has regretted asking so much, is it good to drink honestly?

   "You know, I...I don't have a wife, and I've never been married."

  As Oscar finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into weird silence.

  Buskalo's face changed rapidly, and finally smiled from sorrow.

   "What are you laughing at?" Oscar asked.

   "I can't help but feel happy to see that you are worse than me in some way."

   "Are you gloating?"

"Roughly the same."

  The two looked at each other, then sighed together, looked at the rain and fog outside the window, took the wine glass and touched it, and drank it.

   "It seems that everyone does not have a perfect life." Buscalo sighed.

   "Perfect life? Does this thing really exist? I feel that it also exists in books," Oscar said. "It depends on whether the author will be compassionate to write a perfect life."

  "Would you write like this?" Buscalo asked.

  Oscar nodded, then shook his head, "Who knows?"

  The two were spitting out alcohol, and the situation felt good right now, peaceful and peaceful, it was raining and thundering outside, and they were warm and good wine indoors.

   "Sure enough, happiness is the result of comparison."

   Buscalo murmured, and then he looked at Oscar.

  "I...My wife recently returned to Jiudunling to visit a friend. I wanted to see her today to try to save this relationship." Buscalo said with a lowered head.

  Oscar's guess was right, and then he slapped Buscarlo's bald head with a slap, messing up his well-groomed hair.

   "Then you come in for a drink!"

  Oscar looks like he hates iron and good steel.

   "I don't count, can I be bold enough to drink?"

  Hearing this, Oscar became even more angry. It was exactly the same as his own guess. The idea of ​​this idiot, Buscarlo, was really easy to guess.

   "The stronger the stronger?"

  Listening to Oscar's scolding, Buscarlo didn't speak. After a while, he said slowly.

  "I was busy with work and neglected my family. When my wife left, her attitude was very tough. I think maybe I shouldn't be stalking...I don't care about the face, I just hope not to cause her any trouble."

   "So you are hesitant, don't know if you should go?"

"probably."

  Buscalo looked at the sky, his face was reddish, and his eyes were clear.

Oscar probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing, he also looked at the sky, the old Dunling sky was gloomy without sunlight, the streets were lit up, and then was diffused by rain and fog, like a different world in a dream. .

  There are still many ordinary people living in this city, who have no idea about the storm that follows.

   "Go ahead, Buscarlo," Oscar said suddenly, "time is running out."

"What did you say?"

  Buscarlo looked at the alcoholic beside him, and could clearly feel the change in Oscar's attitude. Before, he was like an embarrassed drunk, but now he looks like a wolf with a secret secret, waiting for the storm to come.

   "I said, let's go quickly, whether it's to ease the relationship or say goodbye to each other, let's go quickly anyway, if you hesitate any longer, there will be no time."

   Oscar stretched some of his body vigorously, making a skeletal sound, and then he said drunkly.

   "I have completed my mission, and now I have nothing to restrain me, even if I die here, it's nothing, you are different, Buscarlo, don't leave any regrets."

  Buscarlo didn’t understand what Oscar was talking about, anyway, he was all drunk crazy talk, after all, they had drunk too much, bottles and cans by the table, one after another.

  But he can definitely feel Oscar's emotions. He is holding a wine glass and leaning against the window, his expression full of melancholy.

   "You remind me of Lorenzo, I should say you are really your student, they are all the same."

  Buskalo said suddenly.

  Looking at the weird Oscar, there was a familiar face trying to crawl out of his memory. He tried to recall that terrible face, and then he remembered more.

  He still remembers that bad night. It was in this tavern that Buscarlo met the lingering guy again, and that guy and the boss here are still very familiar...

  Wait a minute!

  Buskalo thought of something, most of his drunkenness became sober.

   "You said, this is your friend's shop?"

"uh-huh."

  Buscarlo looked back abruptly, glanced at Hercule, then at Oscar, and asked with a trembling voice.

  "No, no, wait, you know him!"

  He drew his finger from Oscar's body to Hercule's body.

   "He knows Lorenzo again!"

  Probably the alcohol really paralyzed his consciousness, and at this time Buscarlo realized it all later.

Her drunkenness has always been in the eyes of Hercule, who knows if he would say this to Oscar... Buscarlo didn’t want to let his friends down, but he suddenly realized that all this was with Lorenzo again. The catastrophe is related.

   Just then the door was pushed open.

   "Ah! Saved!"

  Sao Liangxi shouted, in the heavy rain, it was lucky to find a familiar place. Although he is a stranger, he can somewhat save face under the name of Mr. Holmos.

  Thinking about this, Shao Liangxi looked to the side, his eyes staggered back and forth.

   "Yo! Xiu Liangxi!"

  Oscar greeted him. After handing over the identity of the country builder, he did not participate in the action to clean up the organs, but before that, he still met with the visitors of Jiu Xia.

   "Yo! Oscar!"

  Sao Liangxi’s channel is very aligned with Oscar, and she has the same respect for this former country builder.

Then came Rhodes and Buscalo. One night before, it was here. The two met. For some reason, they both read the same sadness in each other’s eyes, obviously. The second time I saw it, I felt like I was a fellow Daoist.

   "Herkeley! Serve these two friends with some wine to warm up."

   Oscar shouted to Hercule behind the bar, Hercule cursed.

   "This is all on the account!"

   said so, but he still took out the bottle of wine, took two glasses, and brought them to their table.

   "No...you just said that there is no time, right?"

  Buskalo's consciousness has been sober a lot, and because of this soberness, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and his eyes were full of panic.

  In his experience, as long as it has a relationship with Lorenzo, even with his friends, it is an extremely bad thing.

   "Huh? What did I just say?"

  Oscar began to pretend to be dead, but Buscalo grabbed him and he shouted loudly, with a strong drunken breath.

   "You said there is no time!"

  He looked at other people, and then at the old Dunling in the rain and fog outside the window.

   "Next...what will happen?"

  Buskalo's expression was stiff, and Oscar's previous words echoed in his ears. They were not drunken gibberish, but warnings.

  "Don't want to lie to me! I know what kind of guy Lorenzo is. With him, there are only one bigger trouble after another!"

  He almost yelled now.

  The rustling of electric current broke the silence. Buscalo looked at the source of the sound, and Liangxi picked up the communicator, only to see the light flashing above, and then a vague sound was heard in the wind and rain.

   "The war...began."

  At this moment, everyone in the room woke up with a torch and murderous look.

The transformation was so huge that Buscarlo was stunned for a while, Liangxi pulled out his weapon, and Rod also looked like the enemy’s current appearance, and behind the bar, Herkeri directly took up his gun and turned Different weapons filled the tabletop.

  Looking down, even the most rude Oscar condensed his mind with a serious face.

  "A war that took place in the old Dunling, a secret war that no one should have known."

  Oscar took Buscalo’s hand away, picked up the wine glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one fell swoop.

  "Fortunately, Buscarlo, you will witness this fate-determining battle with your own eyes."

  As the voice fell, a harsh alarm sounded on the street, and the rain became more and more intense, as if a thousand knives were bombarding the glass, the wind was blowing, and the noise continued, as if the whole house would be completely shattered in the next second.

   "I... my wife, he is in a hotel not far away, I want to find her!"

Drunk didn’t make him courageous, but now he was yelling, about to rush out of the tavern, Oscar stretched out his hand and grabbed him tightly. Buscalo tried to break free, but suddenly he found that he couldn’t move Oscar at all. I thought that the arm of this drunk was so powerful.

   "Shhh, be quiet, Buscarlo."

  Oscar smiled and whispered softly.

   "Listen, they are wailing."

  Thousands of crows swept overhead, singing eulogy for the chaotic opening.

  (End of this chapter)