The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Pushing open the sliding paper doors soaked in kerosene, we walked side by side into a small nondescript shop on the street.

A five-meter-long bar, a few dirty tables and chairs, a transparent cabinet full of oddly shaped glasses, the boss with gray hair is looking down to wipe a goblet.

Several drunks fell asleep on the ground, the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of vomit filled the air, the floor was littered with mutilated bottles and shards of glass, and the hooded man in the corner was dancing with his blade-wielding hand, his red face full of alcohol.

The boss quietly did what he was doing, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere seemed to isolate him from his surroundings

, she approached the bar, and knocked on the table rhythmically, the boss's eyebrows moved slightly, his hand slidied, and a bottle of cocktail with half a slice of lemon floated down the table

, she held her head, shook the wine glass back and forth, and looked at the crystal clear water droplets on the wall of the glass, thoughtfully.

After a while, she suddenly stood up and walked out silently.

A few drunks who had just slept and snoring shook their heads up and stared straight at us.

"Well, I didn't drink the wine or pay the money, what are you doing?" I chased after her, and asked breathlessly

, she didn't answer, but grabbed my left arm and hugged it tightly in her arms, with a sweet smile like a girlfriend next door on her delicate little face, she didn't care about my surprised expression, her steps were fast, and she forced me to turn a corner

until I was sweating profusely, and the warm body temperature and soft touch did not leave my body.

It's another gloomy alley, only about two meters wide, and it's so narrow that you can walk side by side.

"That's my informant, the axe is in J3, Doctor, give me the map. I

took out the yellowed paper from my backpack

and saw her take out a marker and draw a few circles on it randomly.

"Let's start looking for these places. Before he

could finish speaking, a noisy voice could be heard not far away.

Although there is still some distance from the end of the alley, it is not impossible to run, and looking at her confident appearance, I think I probably don't need to run.

A frightened man rushed towards us with his teeth and claws, wearing a brown apron similar to that of a coffee shop, with blood on his head, chasing a group of thugs with sharp knives behind

him, "Don't kill people" "You

know, I know, I'm measured."

She waved the staff in her hand with a relaxed face, the black and white staff swirling and whirring, her long hair curling in the air, a puff of sand and dust rising behind her, and a huge object slowly emerging above her head.

From her point of view, the movements of the men, including me, were extremely slow at this point, the raindrops falling from the eaves stayed in mid-air, and the clouds drifting in the sky followed suit, and she gently gave the guys their hand knives, and when the spell was lifted, they collapsed like marionettes.

She rushed out at an unbelievable speed in front of my eyes, the wind blowing as fast as a full-powered sports car speeding in front of you, and she passed past several people, leaving behind several afterimages that were difficult to discern even their shapes, followed by another wind pressure, and by the time she came back to her senses, she was already standing where she had just stood.

The man stared blankly at the thug who was foaming at the ground, and then at the huge phantom behind her, completely stunned.