Ghost Shelter System

After listening to a song, I was inexplicably transported to 1983 and took on a bullshit mission. Qin Kun had enough.

Fortunately, there is no penalty for failure when a mission suddenly appears, so just treat it as a trip here.

The ugly hunchback Quasimodo was very familiar with the terrain of the church. When he heard that Qin Kun was leaving, he enthusiastically led Qin Kun to take a trail and get out smoothly from here.

He didn’t understand French, he had no money, and he couldn’t sleep on the street like the homeless people under the bridge or in the alleys during the long nights. Qin Kun walked on the street, found a T-shirt in the flexible space, tore it off and covered his face, and walked towards a Walk down the dimly lit alley.

The French people have a romantic nature. The Moulin Rouge nightclub is the largest red light district landmark in Paris. There are many equally romantic and charming places in the surrounding blocks, which seem to bring warmth to the whole world. The lights in the alley were dim, and where there were prostitutes, there were gangs. A few drunken and vain gangsters were rubbing their crotches, smoking cigarettes and leaning against the wall, seemingly talking about their affairs.

Qin Kun appeared next to them like a ghost. They didn't notice Qin Kun's presence at all, and then found that one of their companions suddenly disappeared from the place.

When words are blocked, fists are more effective than anything else. The gangster who was kidnapped by Qin Kun covered his mouth and got a nosebleed with one punch. The next thing about making tea was much easier. Qin Kun drank the silent tea and fiddled with his wallet there. He took out 1,000 francs and walked away.

"Who are you!!! We are the disciples of the 'Light of Marseille', you will be retaliated against!"

"Does the Holy Soul Religion know? Revenge is welcome."

Qin Kun patted his butt and left after speaking French with a clear accent.

France in 1983, as a fashion capital, would never lose to the world a few decades later. The beautiful women were sexy and enthusiastic, the prices were fair, and there was no place more comfortable than spending the night in Gentle Country.

With a tip of 100 francs to clear the way, Qin Kun was immediately regarded as a stupid tourist with a lot of money in such a small alley. Several French girls stood in a row, and some took the initiative to come directly to hold Qin Kun's arm.

Qin Kun chose a slightly indifferent girl. She smoked a cigarette and took Qin Kun to her room.

The fishnet stockings at this time were far inferior to those a few decades later, but they were even more itchy. The woman took a bath indifferently and signaled Qin Kun to take a bath too.

"No, I won't sleep with you in the bed, just leave the house to me." She took out 500 francs, and the woman was startled for a moment, thinking that this man was very strange.

However, she has seen many strange guests. Men are all wolves, and gentlemen are just appearances.

The woman chuckled lightly and sat next to Qin Kun to read a book. She wanted to see how long Qin Kun could endure it.

The Taoist priest slept and the prostitute read. This kind of situation was very strange. Qin Kun took a shower and lay on the bed, looking at the apartment-like room. Perhaps it was more tainted with Yin Qi. Qin Kun had no impulse and some insomnia. After all, the surrounding sound insulation is too poor.

At 1 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was yawning widely. The indifferent prostitute was reading a fashion magazine with great interest. Someone would take care of her tonight and she wouldn't have to worry about it. To be honest, she thought about this kind of life every day.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Kun glanced over and saw a little boy with blond hair running in.

"Maceline, is someone trying to steal you from me again today?"

Qin Kun squinted his eyes. The little boy, who was five or six years old, looked at him with hostility. Qin Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The little boy fell into the prostitute's arms, and the prostitute rubbed his head helplessly: "You will be a Marseille lion in the future, how can you come to a place like this?"

"I don't care! Who are you, get out! Otherwise the disciples of the Light of Marseille will not let you go!"

The blond boy looked at him eagerly. Qin Kun pinched it with two fingers, and a piece of yellow paper appeared on his fingertips, which he pinched into a ball. He sighed and hit the blond boy in the eye.

The little boy covered his tearful eyes and looked at Qin Kun. Qin Kun said, "Kid, it's 1 o'clock and you sneak out to visit a prostitute. Doesn't your family care about you?"

The blond boy was furious, but he looked at Marceline with a straight face, and begged for mercy: "Meseline, you said you would marry me in the future."

Marceline's cold expression melted, and she said helplessly: "Your father will kill me. Go back."

Marceline pushed the little boy out and closed the door cruelly, feeling a little depressed.

Qin Kun watched this scene from beginning to end and sighed, illicit love, it is indeed a romantic city, there are such dramas.

"You should go too, he just saw your face clearly, you will make him angry."

Marceline returned the 500 francs, "His father is the godfather of the largest gang in Marseille. He has been very popular in Paris recently and has hundreds of desperadoes under his command."

Qin Kun didn't answer, and smiled slightly: "It would be too embarrassing for me to be scared by a child."

"Believe me, he is definitely not as simple as a child! If you ask about their family name, you won't laugh."

"What's his last name?"

"Robert! Naland Robert. His father is the Lion of Marseille - Wayne Robert!"

When Marceline saw Qin Kun become silent and petrified, with a strange expression, she was extremely confused. Were you...scared?

After a while, Qin Kun suddenly got out of bed, grabbed Marceline and asked, "You mean, this kid is Naland Robert?"

Qin Kun looked at the apartment and asked why it was so familiar here. If the neon signs were removed from the decoration outside the apartment, how would it be different from the Golden King's apartment? ! ! Although the apartment is older than the Golden King's apartment, the structure is exactly the same!

That boy just now was actually the Golden King?

In other words, the string played by the old man from Death Palace is the causal line of the Golden King? !

My day...

I remember meeting the Golden King in England last time. Who knew that his childhood experience would actually be here!

Marceline was stunned. What happened to this oriental man? Are you confused?

boom--

The door was kicked open, and a blond boy shouted childishly: "That's the man inside, take him away!"

Six or seven gangsters poured in, including the one Qin Kun had just blackmailed.

"It's you!" When the gangster saw Qin Kun, he was furious. "Young Master, he robbed my money and claimed to be from the Holy Soul Cult. You have to make the decision for me!"

Qin Kun breathed a sigh of relief. For the sake of the Golden King, it was not appropriate to go on a killing spree today.

Pushing the chest of the leader of the thugs with one hand, Qin Kun suddenly exerted force. Six or seven thugs were pushed out with huge force and crashed directly into the opposite door. Screams erupted from the opposite house.

The blond boy looked at Qin Kun blankly, a little scared. Why did the person he brought with him turn upside down when he met him?

Qin Kun squatted down and touched his head: "No wonder you are so lustful when you grow up. Don't disturb me tonight. Go back."

The little boy's head was twisted by Qin Kun, and he was kicked on the buttocks. He staggered away and saw Qin Kun closing the door, and Marceline inside suddenly gasped.

The little boy came angrily, and Qin Kun's warning voice came from the door: "If you don't leave, even the light of Marseille can't protect you! Do you think no one here dares to kill you?"

I……

Uncomfortable tears flowed down, and the little boy clenched his fists and swore that he would cut Qin Kun into pieces!

Hearing the little boy walk away, Qin Kun yawned and lay down on the bed again.

"How can you thank me for helping you?"

Seeing Qin Kun regain his gentlemanly appearance, Marceline was startled. She thought that Qin Kun finally couldn't help but attack her. Who would have thought that he was putting on a show in front of Robert.

"Why...why do you think you helped me!"

Qin Kun sighed: "There is a little lion who interferes with your business every night. Who dares to prostitute you? I gave him a warning today, and his father should let people take good care of him in the future. Right?"

Marceline was extremely surprised. This oriental man seemed to be able to see through everything. His guess was absolutely right! She hadn't received any business for a long time since she met little Robert a few months ago. He always found a way to run out of the house and come to her at night. Several of her regular customers were beaten several times by his father's men.

Qin Kun paused and said: "When I just picked you, I was puzzled that no one picked such a beautiful girl. It turns out that no one dared to pick you."

Marceline's cheeks turned red, and Qin Kun said: "Well, I should still have some money in Hong Kong to help you study fashion design."

Marceline was startled: "How did you know I wanted to learn this?"

Qin Kun saw all the content of the book she had just read through his clairvoyance. In addition to basic fashion magazines, they were also introductory books on design. How could he not know this.

Qin Kun said: "You only need to do one thing, which is to tell that little lion that I am a member of the Holy Soul Sect and make him an enemy of the Holy Soul Sect as much as possible."