It was a sunny day in the middle of the night and there were no people on the street. Occasionally, two or three carriages would slowly pass by the car window.

"Take a midnight taxi home after get off work. Being a psychiatric nurse is really profitable." Ford said slowly.

Norma smiled slightly and said, "You still remember me."

"You are the only alpaca around here." What Ford said made Norma cover her mouth and laugh. "What's so funny? Is it just a joke? I really don't understand what you young people are thinking."

"No need to emphasize the generation gap." After saying that, Norma smiled again.

As the car gradually drove on, rain clouds slowly accumulated in the sky, and it began to rain lightly. The road surface quickly became dark and wet, and the last few illuminated signs on the roadside also dimmed one after another.

At an intersection where Ford had just driven his carriage, there stood a burly man holding an umbrella. He held a thin, half-burned cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He slowly watched the carriage go away from him, and with all his strength

He took a sip from the cigarette in his hand and immediately threw it aside. He had a vicious look and a scar at the corner of his eye.

He was the wanted criminal who was questioned by the two brothers on the street during the day. The wanted criminal was standing in the dark, holding a paper bag in his hand, waiting for someone.

The person who walked out of the alley near the wanted criminal was Webber James. He held a short wand in his hand and an umbrella in the other hand. When the two of them saw each other, they speeded up their pace in unison.

The two looked at each other in tacit understanding, passed by each other without saying a word, exchanged the things in their hands, and left without looking back.

For the psychiatrist, it is already time to get off work. He told Olivia that he would go to a tavern for a drink and some simple barbecue as usual. This barbecue restaurant is not far from the magic materials store, a short walk away.

It's just a few steps away.

This hotel is probably the last tavern to close in the Vatican area. The things bought there are affordable and the baked goods are delicious. The magic tent in the tavern is showing three girls jumping on the stage.

In the picture, the song they sang was exactly what was played on the radio when Ford took Merlin and the two on board today.

A thin man sat in front of the counter, holding a shiny piece of paper on which various beautiful girls flashed, and "like" and "dislike" patterns appeared next to him. He

In front of me is a female boss, talking to the man in front of her.

There were only three of them left in the hotel. The three of them looked at each other in tacit understanding. The proprietress turned her head to prepare drinks and food. The thin man waved to Robin and immediately looked at the shiny paper in his hand. Although he

He couldn't make this interesting gadget himself, but he could at least buy this paper called "Yueyueyue".

This kind of thing is called a blind date tool, and it is usually invented for those who can't find a partner. If you want to enter the game, you have to fill in your personal information completely, otherwise you can only be here like this short man.

Judge whether these women are good-looking or not in front of a thin piece of paper.

This man's name is Goran Murray, who works as a cleaner in a small chamber of commerce. He needs to work to this point every day before he can be released from duty.

"My back pain has been severe recently." Golan sighed and scratched the paper with his fingers.

"Oh, are you okay with the cleaning job?" the landlady asked while preparing the meal.

Without raising his head, Golan took a sip of the wine in his glass: "Even if I'm not here, someone will do the work for me. From a social point of view, I should be the kind of person to be cleaned up. From an employer's point of view,

From my perspective, I should be better off as a younger person. Even if I ask for leave, no one will say anything to me."

The landlady laughed loudly, and Golan frowned and said, "This is not the place to laugh."

"Isn't it?"

"You should help me smooth things over." The paper in his hand jumped to the column of personal information. He held his breath and read his own information column by column.

Place of birth...education...annual income...body shape...height...whether you are married...everything.

He stared blankly at the fact that his annual income was less than two hundred gold coins, and pursed his lips tightly. He took a deep breath and like a thief changed it to one thousand five hundred gold coins. One thousand five hundred

One gold coin can be regarded as the annual income of the boss of a medium to large chamber of commerce.

Robin sat next to Golan, and the boss lady's dishes had just arrived. He glanced at the paper beside him, raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, eating a little bit and it was still steaming.

of kebabs.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, doctor."

"Another glass of beer." The doctor drank all the wine in the glass in a blink of an eye. "Thank you. How are you? Golan?"

Golan did not order any other dishes. He watched the doctor eat the dishes on the table and said, "Everything is good except the waist. Thanks to your help."

"Ford said I was a quack."

"Ah ha ha ha!" Golan grinned.

“I feel like that’s what Ford would say,” the boss’s wife said.

Robin squinted his eyes and said, "You should also advise Ford and persuade him to go to a big hospital."

"Is there something wrong with him?" the landlady asked.

"Don't you think he's weird?" Robin said.

"That guy has always been weird. He hates others and is sarcastic. He was abandoned by his parents. He will definitely have a twisted personality."

"No, it feels like something more fundamental."

"Ah, speaking of which, I met Weber some time ago." Golan said as if he remembered something. "He said some strange things, saying that Ford might be related to the girl's disappearance."

"How come?" The landlady didn't understand.

"No, he went to ask Ford's neighbors, and the neighbors heard Ford, who was living alone, talking to people."

"Aren't you on the phone?" said the landlady.

The doctor spoke: "I heard that people from the Security Department are tracing the whereabouts of the sewer."

The landlady clasped her hands together and said with a serious look: "The gutter is the bad guy, right?"

"Boss, you also know, what's the bad idea?" Golan asked curiously.

"It is said that he beat up a group of young gangsters who were drinking and causing trouble in a nightclub by himself, and even knocked out an underground fighter with one move."

"It's all a bit magical..."

"Then the underground fighter's group said they wanted to deal with him, but he counterattacked and killed him. It is said that only powerful magic weapons can kill that person. I don't know what his magic level is."

"Although I don't know which ones are true or false, I don't want to have anything to do with him."

"In any case, such ridiculous things cannot be believed." The doctor said with a straight face.

"Seriously, boss lady, I really only say this here, and I won't feel hurt, so please tell me honestly...can you consider me as your marriage partner-"

"--Can't."

"So fast!"

"Hahahahahaha!" the doctor smiled relaxedly.

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Money? In the end, it's still because of money!"

"Wealth can also prove a person's ability, which is of course very important."

"You don't even know what true love is!" Golan raised the knife and fork on the table and pointed at the landlady and said unconvinced.

"Then let's talk about the benefits of marrying you." The doctor turned around and chatted.

"I...I won't hit anyone."

"Why do you say that such a natural thing is the same as the three original arts?" the landlady said half jokingly, half angrily.

However, as soon as these words were said, the three people laughed in unison.

"Don't say that...what's the matter!"

At this moment, the doctor's chest pocket began to buzz. Robin took out the communication device and pressed it open.

Olivia's voice came from the other end of the communication device: "It seems that the medicine is missing a little."

"Since when did it start and how much less?" The doctor suddenly frowned.

"I can't remember. But it's less today. About 6,000 tablets of second-class psychotropic drugs are less. The person on duty today is..." Olivia looked at the duty card in her hand and frowned.

Muttering.
Chapter completed!