Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"I'm done eating, Sister Nan." The young man wearing glasses walked to the bar with a comic book, handed the money to the waiter and smiled.

"Well, let's go." The waiter took the money and responded.

"Hmm." The young man with glasses nodded, opened the door and went out, disappearing into the night.

Isn't it, is it still raining outside?

The middle-aged man looked suspiciously at the young man who went out without an umbrella.

Only then did I realize that I had also been drinking for a while.

He looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I'm almost done too, thank you for your hospitality."

Put the money next to the wine glass after drinking.

"Well, thanks for your patronage." The waiter came up and put away the cup.

Picking up the coat hanging on the chair and putting it on, the middle-aged man gave the waiter one last look: "The situation on this street is very complicated, please be more careful."

After speaking, he took the umbrella and walked out of the tavern.

He glanced back at the tavern's sign.

Is it No. 110, Changchuan Street?

Nice tavern, take note.

In the tavern, the waiter poured out the ice cubes in the glass and cleaned the glass.

"What happened to the guy who talked a lot just now?"

She didn't look back, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

After a while, the somewhat slovenly uncle sitting by the window in the corner moved his hands and took the hat away from his face.

Squinting one exposed eye: "Well, I don't know very well about the people who just came to this city. The people in the police station, I heard that they are dispatched from outside."

"Still a good investigator."

"so."

The waiter wiped the washed glasses dry.

"Police."

"He thinks this place is dangerous."

The sloppy uncle said with a chuckle, as if feeling something, he turned his head to look at the rain scene outside.

"In fact, this street is just accommodating some people who have nowhere to go."

The waiter looked back at him.

"what."

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"Speaking of which, my beautiful Miss Gu Nan, for the sake of the valuable information I have provided you, can you let me rest in the tavern for one night? You know, it's raining outside, take a homeless It is a praiseworthy good deed for those who stay away from the wind and rain."

"No, the shop is closing."

"Isn't this open all night?"

"And if the boss sees you lying here tomorrow, he will be angry."

"Unlucky, that damned old woman."

Chapter 155: Contradictory People

The air in the morning is a little humid, perhaps because it rained last night.

"Ring bell bell."

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and the wind chime hanging on the door made a crisp sound.

The waiter came out and turned the sign at the door from open to closed.

"Meow."

A soft voice came from the side of the road.

The waiter looked sideways and saw a black kitten sitting behind a flower pot at the door of the shop.

The rain still hasn't dried off.

The waiter looked at the kitten indifferently for a while.

"In fact, this street is just accommodating some people who have nowhere to go."

She inexplicably remembered this sentence again.

Looked at the cat and asked, "Are you going nowhere, too?"

The cat stood trembling without making a sound, as if shivering from the cold.

She nodded her head, as if she got an answer.

Walked back into the tavern.When she came out again, she had a jar of yogurt and a plate in her hand.

Pour the yogurt into a plate and put it in front of the cat.

The cat strode up to the plate and eagerly licked the yogurt inside. It seemed that it had been hungry for a long time.

The waiter squatted in front of the kitten, hesitating for a moment and stretched out a hand to touch its head.

The kitten did not resist, and a rare smile appeared on the waiter's indifferent face.

"I said, what are you doing here." A voice suddenly sounded beside her.

The smile on the waiter's face did not go away, and he looked up calmly.

It was an elderly woman, or rather an old woman in her fifties, in plain everyday clothes, with an old-fashioned hairstyle tied on her head.

It feels a little oppressive, how should I put it, this kind of feeling is somewhat strange for a woman.

The waiter stood up, looked into the shop lightly and said, with a laziness in his voice: "Boss, I have finished the night shift from [-]pm to [-]am."