Chapter 3

Three men and one woman got off the high-speed locomotive.

　Among them, three men may have debuted as a group. Their three heads were dyed red, green and yellow respectively. Standing together, they looked like a set of standard traffic lights. The lady wore matching clothes with the little girl just now, and also wore a leather jacket hanging outside her underwear. It seems that this outfit may be the winter fashion of local female gangsters, which is quite popular.

　The four of them fell from the sky. They didn't look like good citizens, but they stood in a row behind the crumbling black bar, but they all had droopy heads and didn't dare to say a word.

　Several people pushed each other underneath for a while. Finally, the "traffic light group" worked together and pushed the only woman among them out.

　The female motorcycle rider, who was more elegant than warm, could withstand the harsh winter, but could not withstand the cold face of the gentleman at the back door of the bar. She shivered and said hesitantly: "That person has a strange shield on him. We are following Lost it..."

　The man looked at her expressionlessly, causing the female motorcycle rider to sneeze so hard that she almost blew out her lungs.

　The little boy who had just stopped sobbing was startled by the ferocious sneeze. He sat down on the ground like a frightened bird, howled and cried again.

　The man holding the cigarette lowered his head, and the little boy looked at him. After one look, the boy's sobs were stagnated in his throat, and he was so stunned that he didn't dare to howl anymore.

　"Please get a policeman over here. Stop lining up here and come in." A man whose eyes stopped the child from crying at night picked up the little boy with one hand and turned to nod at the motorcycle riders. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the embarrassed man in the corner. The girl also said to her, "You too."

　The motorcycle riders filed in as if they had been granted amnesty.

　The girl got up and hesitated for a moment, but the heat in the bar quickly broke her will. She rubbed the scratch on the back of her hand, picked up her luggage, and followed in.

　The decor in the bar is retro and shabby chic, with the sweet smell of rum floating in the air and jazz music playing on the bar. It should have been closed by now. The waiter and bartender were not here. There was only one man who opened the door just now, probably the boss.

　"A man who runs a tavern, dragged like this?" The girl thought doubtfully. At this time, she vaguely felt something moving on the shelf beside the table. At first she thought it was a flickering light, but when she looked carefully, she saw something moving. With a pair of cold little eyes, she leaned back and was startled. Then she saw clearly that there was a large green lizard lying there.

　"It's okay, this thing is very lazy and won't bite." The boss put the little boy on the high stool opposite the girl and asked her, "What do you want to drink?"

　The girl came back to her senses and said, "Beer."

　The boss glanced at She glanced at him: "How old are you?"

　At this time, the girl used the light to see clearly the appearance of the boss - the man had black hair, and although his facial contour was quite deep, he could still tell that he was of oriental descent. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and open, revealing his strong chest and chiseled belly. He noticed the girl looking at him, so he casually tied two buttons.

　There was an old scar on the man's neck, from his Adam's apple down to his shoulders, hidden in his shirt, making him a little more sinister for no reason. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinting slightly in the smoke, and there was still some unshaven stubble on his chin. He could be said to be very unkempt, but even though he was as slovenly as a bear, he didn't look frivolous. Here's why , maybe it's his dark gray eyes.

　Those eyes are very special, reminding people of a canyon filled with thick fog, deep and cold.

　As soon as the girl's eyes met his, she subconsciously looked away and replied briefly: "Fifty."

　The boss raised his eyelids and said: "Speak humanly."

　This girl is a little gangster who has no one to control her. She has always been fearless. But for some reason, she couldn't hold her head up in front of the bar owner, and those gray eyes made her nervous - not the nervousness of a woman when she sees a handsome man, but the nervousness of a truant kid looking at the dean, or the late rookie looking at the head. The boss's nervousness.

　So she lowered her head and folded herself in half: "Twenty-five."

　At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. The girl reacted slowly, and then covered her face: "What are you doing? !"

　An invisible personal terminal floated on the boss's wrist, and he scanned the girl's body. An identity file immediately floated in the air. He blew out two puffs of smoke from his nose, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and read out the girl's name. : "Huang...Jingshu?"

　The girl was furious: "Why do you see my ID card?"

　The boss ignored him and said to himself: "Your name is Jingshu too? It's a good name. It's the same as the wife of the alliance's secretary-general. Duplicate name. "

　What is "Madam of the Alliance Secretary-General"? To the little girl from the eighth galaxy, it sounds similar to "Scientists named the extraterrestrial black hole Pixiu Xiaochang" - I have never heard of it, so I don't know what it means. .

　But not everyone can check other people's information casually. She still has this common sense. The girl stared at the man in front of her with caution: "Did I get a scam?"

　The boss ignored her rude words: "Born in the new ephemeris August 259, little bastard, you're just sixteen?"

　The girl with the stiff neck was glanced at and became three inches shorter for no reason.

　The boss reached out and wiped it, and the identity information floating on his wrist disappeared on the spot. A robot hand took out a bottle of milk from the freezer of the bar, poured two glasses, and placed it in front of the girl Huang Jingshu and the little boy opposite her. He touched the big lizard's head in a humane way. Unfortunately, the big lizard itself is a cold-blooded animal and does not care about the other cold claw, so it shrinks its head indifferently and crawls away slowly.

　"You're a minor, why are you meddling in your own business?" the boss said. "You don't go home in the middle of the night. You just hang around here making faces. Where are the adults in your family? No one cares about you?"

　"What's wrong with Sixteen? What's in your way? " "I'm a member of the Black Hole." The girl slapped the table with an inward look, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? I want a beer, why don't you just give me money!"

　As soon as he said this, even the music at the bar paused intelligently. , everyone's eyes were strangely focused on the girl. The red-haired motorcycle rider in the "traffic light combination" spit out the wine in his mouth and coughed earth-shatteringly. The green-haired man next to him raised his sleeves tremblingly, wiped his spray-painted face, turned his head and asked: "What do you think you are?"

　As we all know, the democratic government barely established in the eighth galaxy is like a disposable lunch box , and by analogy, the governments of various planets are simply worse than papyrus, and the police stations mostly only serve as road signs, and no one takes them seriously. Since the government has no say, someone has to have the final say. Over time, this has resulted in a situation where gangs are prevalent. There are many gangs in the eighth galaxy, each with its own territory. They are the "invisible governments" of the major planets.

　The "invisible government" entrenched on Beijing's beta star is called the "black hole". Its source of income is protection fees, and occasionally it also engages in murder and arson.

　There is a mysterious leader in the black hole named Lin. It is unclear whether he is "Lin" or "Lynn". Anyway, they all call him "Fourth Brother". There are different opinions about the origin of Fourth Brother. Some people say that he is a wanted criminal, while others say that he is an interstellar pirate who has landed ashore. In just a few years, this person has become famous in the "black hole". He first became a confidant of the previous head of the family, and then became the current head of the family.

　How did the fourth brother climb to the top of this food chain? There are many legends full of conspiracy and blood circulating among the people. I don't know whether they are true or not. Anyway, such stories have a vast market in the eighth galaxy and are suitable for all ages and both refined and popular tastes.

　All the hooligans and little girls on Planet Beta in Beijing want to be the next Fourth Brother. Their admiration for the "black hole" is as pious as the children of Watto's rich and powerful have their admiration for Wulan College.

　The girl Huang Jingshu said boldly: "Black holes, haven't you heard of black holes on the Beijing star?"

　After hearing her words, the female motorcycle rider looked at the girl's childish face, which could not be covered by heavy makeup, and was happy. "Fourth brother is so poor that he even hires child labor?"

　The girl raised her eyebrows and was about to retort, but before she could open her mouth and spit out a stream of smoke, the boss wiped his hands and ordered the machine next to him. The hand said: "Call Lu Bixing."

　The robot hand made an "ok" gesture and said in a tablet voice: "Call Principal Lu——"

　The girl was shocked: "You..."

　"How do I know you are From which school?" The boss asked for her, and then asked himself, "The minors pretending to be black holes in the entire eighth galaxy are all students of that grandson."

　As soon as he finished speaking, the robot hand trembled, "that grandson's" The call was connected.

　The cold electronic sound of the robot hand just now changed and turned into a man's voice. A low and soft voice flowed out from the palm of the robot hand: "It's rare, why do you think of me?"

　The boss replied briefly: "Come here. "Lost and found."

　"Huh?" Principal Lu asked with a slight smile, "What did I lose?"

　He spoke lazily, like singing, but his pronunciation was very clear, with a nasal sound at the end. Lingnuan doesn't sound like a serious principal.

　"There is a naughty kid named Huang Jingshu. Check to see if he is from your school."

　The robot hand paused, and then the voice of the "Midnight Column Host" immediately became three octaves serious, and the "News Network" mode was switched at the speed of light. : "What, what happened? Where are you?"

　Before the boss could answer, a small silver sword suddenly flashed from the wrist of the robot hand. The boss's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stood up and put on a coat. At the same time, he said to The robot said: "In the 'broken tavern', stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take the person away."

　After that, he ended the call without explanation. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the robot behind the bar immediately fell off the base, automatically shrunk, and the armband The same thing is clasped on the boss's arm - like a well-trained live parrot!

　The girl Huang Jingshu grew up in a mountainous corner of the eighth galaxy. She had never seen the world and was dumbfounded for a moment.

　The boss said "Penny, you guys are looking after the house" and hurriedly left through the back door.

　As soon as he walked away, he heard a "ding-dong" sound. A sleepy-eyed middle-aged man in police uniform poked his head in and smiled politely at the monster-like motorcycle riders: "Why, I heard There are some trivial matters that I need to deal with."

　"That's it." The female motorcycle rider named Petunia raised her chin at the little boy in the corner, "You can take the lost child."

　"Okay, okay, no problem, Petunia. Don't worry, Ms. Ni." The policeman, who was like a younger brother, warmly picked up the little boy and patted the child's back skillfully. He quickly coaxed the slightly frightened little boy to be honest. Then, he looked around slyly. He glanced down and asked with a smile, "What... was the fourth brother here just now?"

　The delinquent girl Huang Jingshu's classmate stifled a yawn so hard that her jaw almost dislocated.

　Penny gave her a half-smiling look.

　"What a coincidence." She took the toothpick out of her mouth, moved the corners of her bright red mouth, and pointed to the unsecured back door, "I just left."