Chapter 123 We are not asking for your opinion, we are informing you.
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Xia Mi was bored and leaned on the soft sofa behind him, sinking his entire body into the soft double-layered bread like a barbecue, and the barbecue was covered with a layer of white salad dressing.
Her whole body was wrapped in a ball of inflated white cold-proof clothing. Within half a meter of her heels, there was an empty black shelf. Of course, being empty did not mean that it was really empty.
At least apart from the dust and the potato balls that were hard and black from the cold, there was also a burning fuel lamp. This was an old-fashioned fuel lamp from World War II. It looked a bit like a fire hydrant on a modern urban street.
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The upward-burning orange light emitted from the fuel lamp, and then burned the fuel wall to black. I don't know where Xia Mi got this thing from. The glass cover above was covered with a thick layer of dust.
But these small details did not affect the lighting effect, so Xia Mi didn't care at all. She sank into the sofa, her feet were raised on the shelf where the fuel lamp was, and her long white palms gently turned the pages of a book.
A romantic novel full of period flavor.
Through the dim light coming from the fuel lamp above, one could vaguely see the corners of Xia Mi's mouth that were always raised, as well as the saliva dripping from the edges of his mouth from time to time.
Suck.
Xia Mi turned the slightly stiff left side of his body, then turned the pages of the book.
The whining cold wind outside the window reached its climax at this time, as if countless miserable demons were gathering outside the window,
Under the gloomy sky, countless flying snow dust buried the sight. In the vast snowfield, this small gas station with orange light seemed to be the only light in the whole world.
Snowstorms are the norm here, and Xia Mi knows this better than anyone. So she was fully prepared for herself before sinking into the sofa.
Xia Mi let go of the book with her left hand and reached towards the shelf at the back. She gently pinched the fateful goblet of a snow-white martini.
Of course, this is just a slightly simple martini. The main ingredients of martini, gin and wine, do not exist here at all.
But Xia Mi considers herself a delicate girl. A delicate girl will naturally not be hit by the difficulties in front of her.
Gin doesn't exist at the gas station.
So she pretended to put in thirty-five milliliters of gin and a splash of wine. After all, the most important thing in life is ritual.
However, there is plenty of vodka here, but Shami wants to prevent the overpowering taste of vodka from covering up the aroma of gin, so he adds a little bit of wine.
But there was no common wine here, so Xia Mi also pretended to add a little.
As for its final essence, the soul of taking pictures, olives or lemon peels are even more indispensable in this place where birds exist.
So Xia Mi also pretended to let go a little, and then took a photo of him facing the goblet in a ritualistic way.
However, there are a lot of ice cubes here, but eating too much ice cubes is somewhat inappropriate in the current cold weather. So Xia Mi did not consider this thing.
She took a sip from the goblet to her lips. The mellow taste in her mouth brought with it a strong aroma. Xia Mi took a long, satisfied breath.
Then he gently turned the pages of the book with his right hand. The orange color of the kerosene lamp hit the book cover, just like the sunlight shining through the blinds and shining on the morning dew. The breath of life was vividly reflected in the atmosphere at this moment.
The only drawback is that the vodka in this martini is a little bit strong.
Xia Mi carefully savored the aroma that exploded on his taste buds. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes with satisfaction and looked at the ticking clock on the wall.
The time stayed at 0:45 in the middle of the night, which was almost a day or so since Fu Nian entered the Nibelungen. It also meant that a day had passed since she was lying here.
"Well..." Xia Mi held his chin and looked at the moving second hand, his eyes showing contemplation, "Should I go to bed now, or should I continue..."
While Xia Mi was still hesitating, someone had already made a decision for Xia Mi.
Xia Mi stared at the running second hand on the dial, one second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...
Click.
The second hand moved.
But in Xia Mi's own time, a full four seconds had passed in the surrounding time.
Xia Mi stared at the second hand that slowly clicked again. He was dumbfounded on the sofa, the black pupils in his two big moist eyes motionless.
"Brother, that guy's luck can't be so bad."
Click.
After eight seconds, the second hand finally fluctuated. At this time, Xia Mi could easily see the snowflakes blowing outside through the window on the other side of the shelf.
No, to be precise, they should be tiny grains of snow dust. Their particles are so tiny, and the big ones are only similar to the sand grains on the beach. Xia Mi lay on the sofa and watched them floating at the speed of meteorites in the vacuum.
passed before his eyes.
A smile broke out from the corner of his mouth.
But soon the smile on Xia Mi's lips froze. She looked at the scene where countless tiny snow dust split from the middle when she smiled. She covered her rosy mouth in surprise with her little hands. She seemed to have seen something extraordinary.
The picture also seems to be sighing that the power of one's own laughter is so great.
The shrill wind became more fierce. Through the thick windshield and the heavy cold-proof clothes, Xia Mi could still clearly feel the icy cold wind outside. The key is that this thing does not necessarily require sensory perception.
Exciting, like a frightened bird, the body will instinctively fall into an icy atmosphere when thinking of the cold wind.
Looking at the door that was clanging and undulating, Xia Mi couldn't hold it back for a moment and shrank her body closer to the sofa.
"Girls should keep themselves safe when going out." Xia Mi put her hands to her mouth and spoke quietly into the air next to her.
The oil lamp became swaying in the undulating air, and the shadow of the candle swayed back and forth on the shelf like a huge black snake.
The closed iron door made a more violent sound at this moment, and the howling wind outside could clearly feel that it was gradually becoming more violent. Xia Mi, who was sitting in the room, could even imagine the snowflakes filling the sky outside.
A scene where you can't even see your fingers.
But at unusual times, Xia Mi could faintly hear some different sounds among the cries of ghosts and howls.
Like...a knock on the door?
Xia Mi raised her ears, and her dark eyes slid back and forth in the darkness,
Boom...boom!
Their voices gradually became clearer, and Xia Mi's face became frightened.
"No way." Xia Mi quickly reached out to cover his cheeks, looked at the shelves next to him and said cautiously, "Is there a wolf grandma?"
Boom, boom, boom!
The sounds outside seemed to be able to hear Xia Mi's voice. The knocking on the door suddenly became urgent. Even the shrill wind outside was not so obvious. Their voices were stronger and stronger, like a hammer on the heart.
The sound of the drums is rich and tense, and there is a trace of lingering energy of two snakes.
"Damn, there seems to be someone outside." Xia Mi suddenly raised his neck from the sofa, and the book page in his hand was clasped tightly on his tall chest. As the page rose and fell, he could really feel the girl at this moment.
Helpless and panicked. This is easily reminiscent of the scene of a girl walking at night, but...if this girl could kill a cow with one punch.
Is this scene a little weird?
But the sound of knocking on the door did not end with Xia Mi's movements. Instead, her voice became potassium permanganate that intensified the chemical reaction. Her voice became faster, like a person being chased by a wild beast in a frantic search.
Rescue. But Xia Mi always feels like he is the one being chased.
"Coming, coming."
Xia Mi shouted towards the door. She looked up at the clock on the wall. Someone who could knock out such a dense sound in just one second seemed to be really in an emergency.
She quickly closed the book in her hand and put it on the shelf next to her. She looked in the direction of the door and gently turned her wrist.
A faint transparent light shield shrouded the room she was in with Xia Mi at the center, tightly wrapping the glass of the room and the iron door of the room.
The moment the action was completed, the noisy sounds around him suddenly disappeared completely. It was like headphones with anti-noise mode turned on. Without the previous comparison, the owner would never be able to understand the beauty of the quiet world.
I don’t know if you have put anti-noise headphones in the room, but Xia Mi’s surroundings are completely quiet now. Even the clock that was not very accurate just now has become on time. Amidst the sound of the needle moving,
It brings an extreme sense of security.
Xia Mi looked around, and when he was sure that there was really no sound around him, he nodded with satisfaction. He took a sip of the martini in his left hand, lay down completely on his back and sunk deep into the sofa, letting the warmth around him feel like
The sun usually wraps itself in it.
But before Xia Mi could squint for two seconds, a bang came from the direction of the front door. Compared to the sound, what was transmitted to the ground was more of a trembling feeling in the room.
Xia Mi stretched his neck alertly and looked in the direction of the door.
What was not as expected was that the trembling sounds became more intense each time, as if a person was crazily leaning on an armored vehicle to hit the iron door in front of her.
Could it be that the person has been eaten by a wild beast, and now the wild beast is knocking on the door? Xia Mi started to have random thoughts.
However, the iron door of this gas station is very hard, and there was no sign of cracking or opening even under the violent impact.
However, Xia Mi was made a little impatient by the constant sounds outside. She waved her hand around, and the area covering the front door suddenly disappeared.
The howling wind and snow and the rapid knocking on the door suddenly became clear. Facing the sound of the iron door being hit with great force, the iron door was completely opened.
Black and snow dust were mixed together by the strong wind and poured into the room. The kerosene lamp on the shelf rose and fell violently, and the temperature of the room dropped sharply.
Lying down on the shelf, Xia Mi subconsciously tightened his cold-proof clothes and stared at the scene in the dark wind with his little head.
As she expected, the outside at this moment was indeed buried in a blinding snowstorm. The whole world was completely white.
But in a sense, Xia Mi was not blind. She stared at the man standing at the door.
There was a trace of curiosity in Heyou's eyes.
It was a man wearing a black dress, white gloves, an exquisite tie, and even the shiny black leather shoes on his feet, which all showed that the man in front of him was refined and elegant...
housekeeper.
The other person's deep eyebrows, blue eyes, and golden hair scattered behind him were flying in the wind. Judging from his face and demeanor, he should be an aristocratic butler from the continent of Europa.
"Dear young lady, I'm sorry to disturb your rest." The housekeeper bowed slightly towards Xia Mi respectfully. In just a short moment, the other party showed a respectful attitude both in terms of etiquette and attitude, which made people listen.
Nothing wrong.
But this is more like a ceremonial politeness. After all, Xia Mi is not a big wronged person who will be forgotten in seven seconds. Why didn't he see how elegant the other party was when he smashed the door just now?
"It's nice to meet you, and you don't have to be sorry. Just remember to apologize to me later." Xia Mi smiled and nodded towards the housekeeper.
"Our boss has invited you." The other party looked at Xia Mi with a smile and went straight to the point, with no intention of answering Xia Mi's words.
"Your boss? Who?" Xia Mi looked at the housekeeper opposite curiously and asked.
"Our boss said that you will understand when you see it." The butler's voice was very calm, but for calm, symmetry is more appropriate. The intervals between each sentence of the other party are the same. Just like dress gloves, this
It seems to be a standard of conduct for the other party as well.
"That's it. Then I won't go." Xia Mi looked at the housekeeper with his chin in distress, as if he was about to start bargaining.
"The sky and the wind." The butler spoke quickly and without any hesitation, proactively proposing the message when Xia Mi looked lazy and sleepy. And it sounded like an extremely important message.
"The boss said you will understand when you hear these four words." The butler spoke softly, his attitude still calm.
"I do understand, and I am indeed quite interested." Xia Mi nodded in disbelief.
"Your boss seems to be familiar with me?" Xia Mi took a serious look at the housekeeper.
"When dealing with our opponents, we naturally have to know ourselves and our enemies." The steward did not shy away from his content at all.
"But I don't know who you are?" Xia Mi asked.
"Our boss is looking forward to meeting you," the butler said.
This surprised Xia Mi a little, "Okay, just ask him to come over."
Xia Mi waved his hand casually, signaling the other party to leave quickly.
"The boss hopes you can come." The butler's attitude was still respectful.
"It's too cold outside, I don't want to go." Xia Mi decisively rejected the other party.
"Miss." The butler's voice suddenly turned cold, "We are not asking for your opinion, but we are informing you."