[Comprehensive Yingmei] Really nothing happened

The answer may come as a surprise: no, not at all.

Let me use a computer as an analogy: Dalia's initial layout is like performing batch operations on several files in a folder, adding some information corresponding to the file name one by one; the subsequent operations It is to delete most of the newly added information in batches, but still leave some trivial but effective content.As for Jormungandr?

Well, she's in another folder that the computer's owner doesn't know about... So, no matter what Dalia does, it can't affect Jormungandr, and she doesn't even know about it at all - because she doesn't realize that there is A file of unknown origin is intermingled in the file list.

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Rusty Lake Theater, according to the address written on the leaflet, is located in the northwest of the United States, on the shore of a lake called "Rust Lake" (nonsense, why would it be called this name), very remote and uninhabited.However, as stated in the leaflet, it is precisely because there are few people here and only a few areas have been developed. Its natural environment is very intact and the scenery is beautiful. It is very suitable for the elderly, depression or other mental illness. A great place to recuperate.

Of course, the program of the Rusty Lake Theater, according to its introduction, is also very distinctive, which makes many tourists here linger and forget to return.

It's a pity that these days, there are too many self-proclaimed advertisements. This place is boasted so miraculously, but isn't it buying some fame? !Anyway, Jay and the others drove to this place with a dubious attitude. "The air here is really good." After getting out of the car, Lauren took a deep breath, showing a somewhat comfortable expression.

The other two followed suit and stretched their stiff bodies vigorously.

Yemengard put his hands in his pockets and looked at the beautiful scenery of Rusty Lake in the distance.

Although there is "Rusty" in the name, at first glance, the lake has nothing to do with this strange word placed in the place name.The water in the lake is very clear. Although you can't see the bottom at a glance, you can clearly see the mud and stones beside the lake.There are no trees by the lake, but the green grass grows lush and lush, which can easily cover people's legs and feet.

But...Ye Mengjiad blinked slowly, but didn't say a word.

It seems that this is not really a "good place" for people to cultivate themselves.

……

"Welcome to Rusty Lake Theater." When they walked to the door of the theater, they saw a man wearing an owl mask standing there.

"I'm Mr. Owl (Mr. Owl). Please allow me to take you to the bar to rest first." The man introduced himself and led them towards the interior of the theater.

After entering the gate of the theater, several people looked around.

The scale of this theater is very small, and it can only seat about 100 people in total, but the relevant equipment is readily available.In addition to the "bar" mentioned by Mr. Owl, there is also a not-so-large study room and a dessert shop. Regardless of the quality, it seems that it can relax the waiting guests anyway.

Along the way, because they had to drive, none of them had drunk alcohol.Now that I came to such a beautiful, comfortable and pleasant place, I felt that all the heavy burdens in my heart disappeared in an instant. I just thought about taking a good rest and throwing all my troubles away.

They discussed it for a while, and soon decided to sit in the small bar for a while.

It is said to be a "small bar", but it is indeed very small, with only a few tables and a few chairs on each side.The bar counter is also small, but it was wiped clean and looked comfortable.

The bartender looks a bit old, but the bartender uniform is meticulously dressed. At first glance, he feels that he is a very professional person.Through the glass door of the wine cabinet, which has been wiped clean, you can clearly see the neatly arranged wine bottles, juice bottles and soda bottles inside.The bar is not big, even with the wine cabinet, but most of the drinks commonly used to make cocktails can be found here.

"What do you want to drink?" The old man looked at them kindly and asked.

Yemengard glanced at his badge, which said "Mr. Crow", stared at the other's face for a while, and did not speak.

Jay thought for a while and said, "Then give me an Olympic cup."

Holly said, "An Alexander."

Lauren: "A glass of screwdriver."

Ye Mengjiade looked at the people around him expressionlessly, without speaking.

It took Jay a few seconds to realize what the other party meant (how could people who lived at the end of the nineteenth century know so many types of cocktails_(:з"∠)_), after thinking about it, he said to Mr. Crow: "Here She has a glass of rainbow wine."

Ye Mengjia thought about the taste of the rainbow wine, but did not raise any objections.

She had indeed had cocktails, and knew the names of some, but she did not know, nor did she know which cocktails were invented after the twentieth century (the earliest cocktails appeared around the late eighteenth century), which In this case, it is easy to make mistakes if you say more (it would be embarrassing to say something that has only been invented for more than ten years), so it is better to directly hand over the decision-making power to others.

As for when did Yemengard drink a cocktail... it was actually when he was still in the SCP Foundation.

Due to the nature of the foundation itself, its employees are not allowed to go out in most cases (except for the part responsible for transporting resources. The resources of the foundation are in great demand, and they will not casually send immature The space transfer technology is used in this way, what if something goes wrong and the existence of the Foundation is exposed), so they can only entertain themselves.

Watching horror movies as mentioned before is a kind, and when they are free, they will also have some supper together.

Bartending is a technical job, there are seven or eight ways of bartending, and the drinks needed are countless, but anyway, in terms of their salary, this little money is nothing, and it is nothing to play.

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"Drinking alone seems a bit too monotonous. There is a dessert shop here. Let's go buy some desserts." When the bartender was mixing drinks, Lauren suggested.

Normally, cocktails and desserts are never meant to be eaten together in the same meal, but no one here cared, so no objection was raised.

Speaking of which, this dessert shop is quite authentic, and the desserts they sell are very good, and there are not too many kinds of desserts.Logically speaking, due to cost reasons, a dessert shop of this size would not sell many types of desserts, otherwise it would be easy to lose money, but judging by their attitude... it seems that they don't care about the cost at all.It's a bit weird, but few people care about it.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, and no one cares about the frost on others' tiles.While it does sound terribly indifferent, this is the norm everywhere.The work and rest of ancient people is the so-called "work at sunrise and rest at sunset". It is conceivable that no matter how heavy the workload is, it will not go anywhere; but as modern people, in our lives, in order to complete the tasks at work , often need to work overtime to complete, do not need very exact comparison to draw the corresponding conclusion.When it is difficult to guarantee one's own livelihood, where is the time to help others?

The development of the times brings not only convenience but also burden.In any case, since we accept the former, we should not imagine that the latter does not exist.

"For dessert, I'll pay for it. What do you want to eat?" Jay took out his wallet and looked at it, then turned his head and asked the other people (snakes).

Holly: "Then I want lightning puffs."

Lauren continued, "I want a pineapple bun."

Ye Mengjia stared at the counter for a while: "Half-cooked cheese."

Jay nodded, and went to find the clerk by himself.

……

"Um……"

"Uh……"

"...It turns out that you also like sweets very much." Yemengade looked at the dessert in front of Jay and said tepidly.

Generally speaking, most of the dessert lovers are women, but it's hard to say that men don't like this kind of dessert.And Jay is obviously an exception.Just look at the tempting piece of opera cake in front of him.

Jay: "..." What should he say?

At this time, just smile (*￣︶￣).

Yemengard took a bite of the half-cooked cheese and put down the spoon.She looked down at the program list in her hand.

In about half an hour, the show will begin.

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"It's almost time, let's go." Lauren glanced at her phone and said.

"Okay." Jay put down his knife and fork—his Opera House cake was the largest of the few (snakes), and he ate the slowest—and stood up.

Although Holly had already finished eating the dessert in front of her, Holly seemed inexplicably hesitant.

She doesn't know what's going on with her, but she always feels that if she leaves this door, she will definitely encounter some bad things.

Jormungandr also stood up.She looked down at Holly, who was still sitting in the chair.

Holly pulled the chair away very slowly: "It's nothing. Let's go."

Originally, it was just an illusion.Others had already exhausted their minds to investigate those things, how could she trouble them with these unnecessary feelings?

Yemengard saw the strange expression on her face and didn't speak.

Apart from those weird guys, she probably knows the horror of this place best.

What theaters, hotels, fishing places, sanctuary... just...

Ha ha.