Chapter 41: Ghost Story Protection Organization (2) “You have confirmed that I am not finished…
Although Wine did tell him to go to the 19th floor, it didn't mean Fei really intended to do so.
Fifteen minutes. Generally speaking, if this time limit has not been reached, no matter how loud a noise he makes, Wine will not take the initiative to come downstairs to look for him.
Unless he demolishes the building.
Fei changed back to his original appearance and arrogantly wandered around the base of the hostile organization that had hunted him countless times. He came to the floor where the other ghost stories were located and calmly ignored the members coming and going.
The researchers concentrating on the experiment might not know him, and those members with stunned expressions were probably players.
Fei responded generously with a smile and the paralyzing toxin of the parasitic butterfly.
He looked around and found that many of the control rooms marked as specifically for containing strange stories were empty. It was unclear whether they had all been sent back by the main system or taken away by U members on missions.
High-risk ghost stories are difficult to control, but it is relatively easy to control low- and medium-risk ghost stories using rules.
He pushed open the door in front of him, and the mixed smell of incense and alcohol hit him in the face. The interior design similar to that of a pub came into view, which caught Fei off guard as he had not expected it to be an entertainment venue. The originally lively conversation also became silent.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, with vague gazes following the figure. The uninvited guest, who shouldn't have been there, faced a variety of complicated looks as he walked towards the bar, acting like an ordinary customer. "Do you have a drink menu?"
"Of course. Any recommendations?" The bartender adorned the finished drink with garnishes and then wheeled the glass toward the customer. He took out a new menu and handed it to Fei. "Do you prefer fruit or spice?"
Fei looked around the wine list but couldn't pick anything out. He wasn't really interested in alcohol, so he said, "Is there any water? A glass of plain water first."
The bartender raised an eyebrow, as if he had thought of something, and the curve of his lips rose more obviously. "Okay."
The bartender chatted with Fei while skillfully mixing the drink. His attitude was quite enthusiastic, and he naturally transitioned from various topics to Fei. It was obvious that he was full of curiosity about this customer who made his boss hate him so much but also wanted to win him over so much.
"Your 'plain water'." The bartender pushed the cocktail that looked just like water to Fei's hand and added with a smile, "Please try the special mix you ordered."
Fei, who really wanted to drink water, said: "..."
He originally thought that the bartender had just mixed a drink for another customer, but he didn't expect it to be his own "boiled water".
Fei wasn't afraid of poisoning him, as it wouldn't do any good anyway. He took a sip and it tasted almost like water, but not exactly the same. It tasted okay, not much like alcohol, but rather a bit like coconut water.
He put the glass aside, and when he looked up again, the bartender in front of him had been replaced. Fei was a little surprised, "You can also make cocktails? This is really unexpected."
"It's just a hobby to spice up my life. I'll come help out when I have some free time." The magician took off his formal coat and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes inadvertently swept over the parasitic butterfly's consciousness. "It seems that the color blue suits you very well today."
"How about a blue margarita? It has a refreshing taste and is one of my personal favorites."
Fei did not refuse: "Okay, let's try one."
The magician began to mix the cocktail. He moistened the rim of the glass with a lemon wedge, then turned the glass upside down and dipped it in salt cream. Then he picked up the shaker on the other side, put in the appropriate amount of ingredients and ice cubes, shook it well, and poured it into the Margarita glass.
Finish with a perfect garnish of lemon slices.
The clear-colored cocktail is quite pleasing to the eye, with a very beautiful appearance and a taste that is not inferior either. The sweet and sour flavors are well blended. The sweet aroma of blue curacao is intertwined with the refreshing lime, suppressing the original spicy flavor of tequila.
Fei gave it an extremely satisfactory five-star rating. He really liked this drink and was willing to have a few more sips. "Don't you need to report to Wine about the situation? You're still in the mood to mix cocktails here."
"It's my break now. I'm not responsible for reporting after get off work." No one ordered new drinks, so the magician, now free, mixed himself a drink. He stirred the cocktail spoon slowly, "And the wine is crystal clear."
"Besides, if we want to know more details, our leader would be happy to ask the person involved in person."
The magician was simply enjoying the process of mixing the cocktail. The finished product was placed aside before he even took a sip. He looked at Fei, and then seemed to be looking at the person who had stood behind him at some point. "Looks like there's no need for me to stay here any longer."
Fei knew from his reaction that the wine was coming. His fingertips rested on the edge of the Margarita glass and he nodded casually. The seat next to him was pulled away, and when someone sat down, he took the magician's untouched special cocktail.
A familiar voice sounded: "Take the other members to another rest area first. I have something to tell someone."
"I see you don't usually go to bars." Wine turned around and said slowly, his tone showing interest. "It's a rare opportunity to come here, do you want to order something else?"
...This guy didn't even pretend. Fei was completely speechless after hearing the first half of the sentence. Wine should also be clear that he knew all these things, and he didn't intend to hide the fact that he was observing behind his back.
Fei didn't reply, and Wine had already stood up and walked into the inner area of the bar, as if the answer was completely irrelevant.
Wine's attitude was still the same as he remembered. Fei didn't want to ask this man what type of wine he wanted to mix. He closed his eyes lazily, and the dim light made him a little distracted.
Three months is neither a short nor a long time. After leaving the ghost story game, apart from occasionally helping Chen Que review the rules and survival path, Bai Bei rarely thinks about that experience.
He is used to piling unimportant things into the deepest corner of his memory, including people and things that are not worth caring about, in order to reduce the possibility of being influenced. Bai Bei knows very well how to maximize his limited energy to achieve his goals.
But it’s not difficult to remember. After all, there are so many people who hate him in the ghost story game, but this guy is the only one who keeps holding on to it.
"This classic drink is called 'Zombie.'"
A wide variety of wine bottles are placed on the wine rack, complementing the lights from the ceiling, making the figure behind the stage look even more silent. The dark shirt contrasts with the cold white skin, and it is the boldness between his brows that cuts your throat like a sharp knife.
Every step of the blending performed by the slender hands is pleasing to the eye, efficient and smooth. The sound of the ice cubes falling is particularly crisp. Three different types of rum are used as the base liquor, combined with fruit juice and syrup, which is dazzling to watch.
He vaguely remembered that Wine's previous job was a bar owner and he could also mix cocktails.
A brightly colored liquor appeared before his eyes. The bartender leaned over, holding the glass in front of him. "I hope that after drinking this, you can return to your original zombie-like state."
Fei still held his chin with his hand, not even considering the slightest bit of flattery. As his blue-black eyes moved, an inexplicable inorganic coldness appeared. "I don't like this kind of blessing, and I don't believe you."
"Really?" Wine was of course clear about it. He knew what Fei was referring to. "But even if I really poisoned the wine, you shouldn't care at all."
"Because it's useless to you anyway."
Wine raised the classic cocktail with a relatively high alcohol content. He pretended to take a sip and said deliberately, "Since you're worried that I might poison you, do you want me to try it first?"
Fei, who was successfully disgusted, said: "...Tsk, give it to me. I didn't say I minded."
Wine did as he was told and returned the wine to Fei.
The rich fruity aroma at first taste masked the strong flavor of the liquor, and the mellowness and strength of the liquor gradually emerged. Fei did not feel drunk at all. Although he disliked the person who mixed the liquor, the wine itself was not bad and there was no need to waste it.
"Those things still puzzle me to this day." Wine also picked up an ice hockey puck. He didn't wear gloves, as if he couldn't feel the numbness and pain brought by the cold. "Normally, most people blink at least twenty times in a minute."
"When I first met you, your eyes rarely blinked when you were thinking. But these few times, it felt like you suddenly remembered that humans need to blink."
The ice chisel carved the ice into a sphere, cutting off the sharp edges. The fine ice chips slid through his fingers and finally fell onto the table, melting into water soon after.
No ice chips splashed from beginning to end. The crystal clear ice ball fell into his hand, like a perfect work of art. Wine casually put this result into the glass of bland boiled water. The size was just right.
"I enjoy the process of breaking the ice. It is a creation and change that I have given with my own hands. What's more, the pain can stimulate the nerves and keep me rational forever." Wine did not move his hand away, his palm pressed on top of the cup.
Bright red liquid flowed out from the wound on his palm and mixed with the wine.
The wound was caused by a sharp object when he was trying to dig the ice hockey puck. It might have been a moment of carelessness, or it might have been the result of his deliberate push.
"For example, do you feel pain?"
Without any warning, Wine clenched the ice pick and thrust it down as if to cut Fei's neck, just to verify Fei's words about whether he felt pain or not, without regard for the consequences. Then, when he was stopped, he turned the tip and pierced the opponent's wrist.
The ice pick turned scarlet, and the blood that continuously gushed out mixed with it, meandering through the bent joint of the elbow. Fei's pupils were like some kind of blue-black metal, and his flat reaction was his answer. "You said all this just for my blood?"
He knew that Wine could manipulate all blood outside the body, including controlling it with the help of blood, and there was no limit to the scope of objects. Unfortunately, Fei was never affected by the control.
"You want to control me like you control those ghost stories, but you've tried it before, and you failed, didn't you?" Fei didn't struggle to break free from the sharp weapon. He tightened his grip on Wine's arm, almost twisting his flesh and bones.
"Invite, use, protect. Do you think I can't see through these excuses? The main system told you a lot about me. You confirmed my suspicion that I'm not entirely human and are more eager to control me than ever before."
“But you can’t.”
Fei laughed, which was almost the perfect sarcasm in this situation, chewing on the uselessness of the person opposite him, "You can't control me, useless thing."
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The author has something to say: The cocktail part is based on sweet potatoes and shaking, I don’t understand these orz
I originally wanted to write a little bit, but I suddenly felt like I had an addiction and ended up writing a lot of content about cocktail making :)
This chapter has inexplicably become a bartending special (not really). Just have fun reading it, my dears. [pat on the head]
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