Chapter 2030: Light up the strange dreams in your heart (Twenty-five)
After the aliens of unknown origin left, a few people gathered around the bar and began to concentrate on drinking. The most unique thing about this pub is that the drinks cups come in many styles and look like they were bought at an interstellar garage sale.
Came back.
Some are wooden cups made by directly hollowing out a tree trunk, some are cups spliced with metal, and some even look like the head of a little monster.
The wine contained in it also comes in various colors, many of which are bright purple and blue that are somewhat unacceptable to humans, and some even have fluorescent colors. Stark stared at a glass of bright purple wine and hesitated for a long time.
I took a sip and tasted it.
Then I started to retching due to the strong floral scent.
"What the hell? I feel like I took a sip of Pepper's perfume." Stark grinned, and the real bartender who came back with a big beard said with a smile: "This drink is called Midsummer Poppy. It is made from pure natural poppy.
The pigment is mixed with gardenia for the floral fragrance. If you think the taste is a bit strong, I can change it to a glass of sparkling water."
The sparkling water that came out was green and looked a bit like it was freshly brewed in a witch's cauldron.
Stark took another sip, and this time he was a little relieved because it tasted like mint. Although the color was a bit weird, the taste was familiar.
Stark took a few big sips, and when he reached the bottom of the cup, he realized that there was a bunch of sticky green balls at the bottom, which looked similar to venom.
Stark covered his throat and started retching again. The bartender explained: "It is a kind of edible algae. It has been specially processed so that it does not have a strange taste. It tastes a bit like agar when chewed. You can try it."
Stark pushed the cup aside.
Schiller was holding a glass of orange fluorescent sparkling wine, and the gray fog screamed happily in his head, because Schiller hadn't drank for a long time.
As soon as he entered the mouth, Hui Wu groaned and said: "I don't like bubbles, I feel they will make me bloated."
Schiller had no choice but to order a glass of wine with the highest alcohol content. Steve looked at him strangely and said, "Are you sure you want to drink a strong drink at noon?"
"I think we should go eat something later and find a proper restaurant. I've been distracted by the purpose of those interstellar pirates. Maybe food can make me feel better."
"Auroro and I plan to go shopping again instead of dining. I think we can meet at the door of the last amusement facility. How about three o'clock in the afternoon?"
T'Challa looked down at his watch and said.
No one had any objections, so Schiller, Steve, and Stark went to the cabin restaurant together.
The decoration style here is more inclined to the metal punk style. Most of the furniture is made of old brass, and some decorations are made of extremely shiny copper plates, creating a punk-like contrast.
The specialties here are also alien-style food, such as fried onions deliberately cut into spiral cones, cucumbers cut into springs with special blades, and beef fillings piled into weird-shaped minced meat.
Schiller shook his head and sighed: "Human beings still have too little imagination about aliens. Although the aesthetics of intelligent life have their own characteristics, they do not all make their food look weird and ugly."
"Every civilization will feel that its art is unique and perfect." Steve cut a piece of onion and put it in his mouth and said: "We thought that our aesthetic style and that of aliens would be very different or exactly opposite, but as long as
The visual system is similar, and the beauty everyone pursues is also similar."
"It's nothing more than balance, symmetry, and regularity." Schiller stirred the mashed potatoes, and then said: "This is the inevitable path in the aesthetic development of ordered organisms, and the derived results are similar."
"I still don't understand what those aliens are here for." Stark turned to look at Schiller and said, "You didn't want them to look good. That's not like you."
Schiller showed a mysterious smile and reached into his pocket, but still didn't say anything.
After a few people finished eating the pile of weird-looking food on the table, they saw an even weirder beverage shop as soon as they went out.
This is an outdoor beverage store, but all the beverages are packed in spherical bottles. As soon as Steve walked over, he saw the classic packaging of Coca-Cola.
The cast member wearing a headscarf, or the aboriginal people here according to the plot, was a woman with a slightly weathered face. She adjusted her headscarf, folded her arms and said to Steve: "This is Batu
Star’s most famous energy drink, their pronunciation in Batuu is BB-8.”
"Originally, we used wooden bottles to fill them. Later, a human from Earth threw an empty red beverage can here. I heard that this brand of beverage is very popular on Earth, so we specially copied it with a similar color.
Bottles are used to sell to people on earth. Do you want a bottle?"
These small spherical bottles are thrown into a box filled with ice, which makes people feel a lot cooler on this hot day.
So Steve took out his bracelet and prepared to buy a few bottles of drinks, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of aliens wearing smuggler robes on the other side of the stall also planning to buy drinks.
Just as he was about to walk over, Schiller pulled him back. Several people listened carefully and heard the vendor say to the aliens: "The smuggling business has become increasingly difficult recently, right?
The legion's offensive is too fierce, and we can't get any good goods. If you have a way, go to the blue-haired woman next to the weapons depot, and she will give you a good price."
Steve was a little confused. He didn't understand the identity of this vendor and why he had connected with aliens.
But Schiller laughed and said: "Perhaps you should have heard that Disney's cast and crew are very dedicated, and the most famous feature of the Star Wars park is that the costumes of the cast and crew here are all random, and there are no
Classic character image."
"What they play is actually the locals of Batu. They are some shop owners who make a living by accepting smuggled goods and providing accommodation and food to smuggled rice, or intelligence dealers who make a living by selling information. There are also some informants of the First Legion.
, or even a hidden warrior of the Jedi Order.”
"The actors will randomly select their own costumes and characters on the day, hide among the people playing, and provide them with various clues. Everyone will behave seriously to increase the immersion of the game."
"Disney's staff have received special training. When they play a certain identity, they will be almost completely immersed in the character. Although the professional planning team can detect that it is exaggerated propaganda, at least ordinary people cannot tell it."
"But those pirates should be well-informed, right?" Stark asked with a frown. Of course, he could also see from the micro-scanning device on his glasses that the vendor was actually not an alien smuggler, but an ordinary person.
of human beings.
However, he did not think that this group of pirates would have species identification equipment, because judging from the performance of the previous confrontation, they looked particularly like a grassroots team.
These are just the minions among the pirates, and they are the same low-level pirates in the pirate group. Otherwise, why would Yondu send them here?
Schiller explained: "Although Thor's acquiescence must have been the reason why Yondu's people can enter the nine kingdoms, but Yondu is not stupid. If this was a ploy to invite you into a trap, wouldn't he end up here?"
"This cunning pirate leader will not just come in so stupidly. Instead, he must first send a group of cannon fodder to find out the truth. Not only are there unlikely to be any important figures among these pirates, they must also be the kind of people who can't die no matter how brave they are.
Those who are distressed may be simply spies from other pirate groups."
Schiller showed a playful smile, and Stark and Steve understood what he was going to do.
Sure enough, Schiller took out his cell phone and said to Nick: "I'm going to set up a trap for the fat sheep. Can you contact the management of Disney? Let them cooperate with the performance and give them 30% of the proceeds."
Steve thought Nick would at least ask about the specific plan, but Nick opened his mouth and said that 30% was too high. If it were an alien fat sheep, 10% would be enough.
Then Schiller took the phone and went to the other side for more than ten minutes. Steve and Stark both suspected that he had abducted aliens.
After returning, Schiller cleared his throat and said, "We'll see."
At this moment, Steve saw that the communicator on the waist of the stall owner who was talking to the group of interstellar pirates suddenly rang.
Of course, both of them could tell that it was just a mobile phone, just covered with a metal shell, disguised as some kind of alien communication device, and the ringtone was deliberately set to a monotonous beeping sound instead of
Earth Song.
The vendor opened his eyes wide, glanced down at his waist, then smiled at the interstellar pirates opposite and said, "You can choose for yourself, I will leave for a while beforehand."
This phone is actually an emergency communication phone assigned to employees by Disney. It is used to arrange for employees to organize the evacuation of tourists when encountering some emergencies.
However, because Disney has high requirements for cast and crew members' commitment and does not allow cast members to engage in behavior that damages the image of their characters, answering the phone in public is absolutely not allowed.
After all, if Winnie the Pooh takes out a mobile phone in front of a child, the child's childhood will be over from the moment he opens his mouth to speak.
It took a long time for the vendors to go there, and several pirates were a little impatient to wait. However, before they came down, Yondu specially gave them human currency and told them not to forget to pay and not to cause trouble and attract attention.
They were really thirsty, so they waited patiently until the stall owner came back.
"Sorry, the boss gave me a call. One of our ships encountered something in the Ring Star area. I may have to go over and deal with it later."
The stall vendor turned to look at the female stall owner here and said: "Vanessa, you really have to do me a favor. Something happened over there in the Huanxing District. This is the second time today. I'm afraid it won't happen."
How long will it take before we have to transfer it again?"
Vanessa also answered a call just now, but she came back faster than this stall. She also sighed, curled her lips and said: "It's not the damn Interstellar Security Committee's fault, if they hadn't built something...
"
The vendor hurriedly signaled Vanessa with his eyes. Vanessa glanced at the interstellar pirates who covered their faces with hoods and remained silent.
