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Fanlan is putting on makeup.
Whether it's dressing or accessories, these are things that Fanlan has been good at since his human days, but he never really dabbled in makeup. Instead, after becoming a member of the Zerg society, he gradually developed this practical skill because of certain needs.
At this moment, he is using eyeliner to elongate the ends of his eyes and straighten the outlines to make them look tougher and sharper. He is also drawing his eyebrows thicker, moving the brow peaks back, and slanting the ends of his eyebrows. He is using the light and dark tones of contouring to make slight visual adjustments to the facial contours, highlighting the cheekbones and weakening the cheeks, making the face look thinner overall with extremely clear outlines. He then uses lipstick and concealer to fill in the shape of his lips to make them look thinner.
After doing all this, he focused on his eyes, put on a pair of black contact lenses, and then let down his hair which had been dyed beforehand.
In fact, the Zerg do not have myopia glasses. Because of their genetic advantages, it is difficult for them to develop myopia. Even if their vision deteriorates after aging, advanced medical technology can replace their visual tissue products. However, functional glasses have gradually developed since a certain era, such as Ryan's glasses that can project the target's data information.
Therefore, contact lenses were also produced, and eventually the product of beauty lenses came into being.
Fanlan in the mirror had changed drastically.
He has black hair and black eyes, and a cold temperament. His curly hair that falls past his shoulders makes him look a bit sloppy and wild. His thin cheeks make him look even more sharp. At first glance, he looks unapproachable, but he is still very handsome - after all, makeup cannot change the basic structure of this face. This is still Fanlan's face, but the combination of minor changes makes him present a completely different style. Even if a familiar person stands in front of him, he probably can't tell at a glance that this is the Fanlan they know.
He wore a very simple black tights and brown leather jacket on his upper body, a pair of tapered overalls and thick-soled leather boots - these short boots may not look noticeable, but in fact the soles are 5 cm thick, and Fanlan also put insoles to increase his height, making him almost 1.9 meters tall...
After two hours of careful work, it was finally completed. Vanlan stood in front of the mirror for a moment and was quite satisfied. Finally, he put two black rings on his fingers before going out - one of which was a gift from Lester.
Today he was going to a speakeasy.
As mentioned before, the so-called underground bars are not illegal black places. They are just relatively loosely managed, with fewer restrictions and not very strict entry screening for customers. Therefore, most of the people who come here are female insects who don't care much about the rules. The atmosphere seems relaxed and even dissolute, so there are usually few male customers who visit.
If you mention the underground bar, most male insects will probably frown and show a slight look of disgust.
Even though some underground bars today are actually quite good in terms of atmosphere and service, in the eyes of "serious" male insects, the stereotype of underground bars is still: messy, unsafe, and full of female stench.
The bar that Fanlan was going to today was called "Deep Blue". It was located on a small street in the relatively less prosperous southwest area of the capital star. It had recently become quite famous among underground bars and was highly praised by those who came and went. So Fanlan, who wanted to find a place to have a couple of drinks, chose this place. He did not bring any friends with him and planned to go there to relax by himself.
The doorplate at the entrance is not very conspicuous. There are two smart detection machines on both sides of the door, which perform basic inspections on passing insects and detect the objects they carry, but they are not as detailed as ordinary bars to the point of iris verification and identity information entry.
Fanlan sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of "Icelandic Dusk". The bartender was a female insect with a short haircut and a circle of earrings on her ears. She observed Fanlan with a look that seemed obscure but not too obscure. When serving the drink, she said, "First time here, sir."
Fanlan nodded and picked up the glass of wine. The ring on his finger shone dimly against the wall of the glass.
He took a big sip of the foam, his Adam's apple rolling as he tilted his head back, and the perfectly blended flavor spread in his mouth - it tasted quite good.
The female insect sitting on his left was also looking at him at this time. Her gaze was more direct than the bartender's, an almost offensive look. So Fanlan put down his glass and looked back, raising one eyebrow slightly, asking what he could do for her.
The female insect was not at all embarrassed about being caught. Instead, she smiled friendly and introduced herself first: "Hello, my name is Madeline."
"Hello, Vincent."
Fanlan's tone seemed a little cold, not because he was deliberately trying to be contrasting for the sake of disguise, but rather, when Fanlan put aside some social politeness and didn't care so much about the experience and feelings of the person he was talking to, this was his most original tone of voice.
"Let me guess, Vincent, are you a businessman traveling to the Capital Planet?"
Madeline had short dark brown hair and looked very young. She had an above-average appearance for a female insect, was well-dressed, and had a direct and outgoing personality. She seemed to be the type who was quite proactive and adept at socializing.
This is also the reason why he would talk to "Vincent".
When Vincent walked in, he noticed this female insect with a unique temperament. Not only him, but probably many customers noticed it.
The reason is very simple, it is simply because of the other person's handsome and superior appearance.
After all, a truly good-looking insect, regardless of gender, will easily attract the attention of other insects wherever it goes.
In addition to being good-looking, "Vincent" also has a unique and indescribable atmosphere.
Generally speaking, a female insect with superior appearance will arouse the instinctive fear of the same sex. Especially for female insects, which have been engaged in fierce competition in the field of courtship for a long time, they will not only feel fear, but also subconsciously feel a little jealous. They will have a sense of self-inflicted superiority and contempt for the other party's "appearance", which is not as practical as "financial resources" and "power".
Therefore, the appearance of "Vincent" was as conspicuous as casting a searchlight in a dim space. The female creatures in their prime could not help but observe him, and there was a kind of cautious and picky look in their eyes. But soon, due to the strange characteristics of the other party, these cautious looks disappeared, at least reduced by half.
It was impossible for Madeline to not be interested in this, so he took the initiative to approach Vincent and initiated communication.
But Vincent's reaction seemed lackluster.
He glanced at her meaninglessly, neither saying yes nor no, but just continued to drink the rest of the wine in the glass slowly, then pointed his finger at a name in the second column of the wine list, signaling the bartender to bring another glass.
"So is he a racing driver?" Madeline did not give up because of this indifference. Instead, he stepped on the foot of the stool and leaned closer, continuing to ask persistently.
Vincent smelled a faint scent of alcohol coming from Madeline.
He suddenly raised his hand, clamped Madeline's chin with two fingers, and pried it apart.
"Don't be too curious, Madeline."
Madeline was stunned by the sudden and disappearing touch on his jaw. He stared at Vincent who stood up. The other party was looking down at him, but his dark eyes did not seem to look into him at all.
Just as he came to his senses and was about to speak again, a loud cheer suddenly broke out in the bar, and then gradually formed a series of uniform voices:
"Moon God!", "Moon God!" "Moon God——"
Fanlan looked towards the stage and found that the musical instruments had been set up there. A beam of blue light shone in the center, illuminating the figure of a male insect.
He is the "Moon God".
The male insect resident singer at the Deep Blue Bar.
The presence of a male resident singer is one of the reasons why Deep Blue is so praised.
He had long silver hair, tied into a neat high ponytail, and wore jeans and a white shirt. He had a good-looking face, not inferior to some celebrity male insects. If Long Ya were here, he would probably have issued an agency contract invitation on the spot - but then again, it would be very easy for a male insect with such conditions and the ability to sing and play to enter the entertainment industry. Since he was standing here as the "Moon God", it must have been his own choice.
Fanlan held a wine glass in his hand, leaning against the bar with his back, facing the stage. This perspective was just right, allowing him to take in the entire performance on the stage. He saw the male insect musician lowering his head to tune the guitar, and smooth notes poured out from his fingers.
The performance began with a rock song.
The Moon God has a very beautiful voice, which is magnetic and delicate. When he sings the high notes, he has great explosive power, which drives the emotions on the scene to roar. The atmosphere of the bar is obviously getting more and more excited with the rhythm of the song. The lights are chaotic, and the interludes are wild. One song ends and then another one starts. There are cheers and screams in the audience, and the atmosphere is hot. On the stage, the silver-haired male insect is singing freely, as if he is roaring and venting his rebellious and unplaced passion with the wild interludes. It doesn't matter if his voice is hoarse. In the chaotic and swaying lights, he glanced at the faces of the audience immersed in excitement. When he raised his pitch and sang the line "between fire and fire, between encounters and encounters", he suddenly met a pair of eyes as calm as a deep pool.
The concert is over.
Luna would perform at Deep Blue every Sunday, usually singing four to seven songs depending on her mood. Today she sang five songs.
Fanlan had also drunk five glasses of wine.
He paid the bill and turned to leave when he heard a hoarse voice behind him.
"Hello."
Fanlan turned around and found Yueshen standing by the bar, looking at him.
"Why didn't you scream?"
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"Is it because I don't sing well enough?"
Hearing this, Fanlan temporarily put down the helmet in his hand on the stool - he did not drive a car or a flying vehicle today, but rode a hover motorcycle.
"No, you sing beautifully."
He looked at the Moon Goddess and answered.
And when a female insect whose temperament seems to be out of place here, with a cold voice and eyes full of emotion, looks at you intently and states a fact seriously, you will not doubt that this is a polite excuse.
There is even an illusion -
You are different in his eyes.
Just like he was so different.
So, as if by some strange coincidence, this lead singer who had just shone brightly on the stage, this "Moon Goddess" who had made the Deep Blue Bar famous and was passed on by word of mouth among the customers, took the initiative to send out a signal that would make any female insect feel ecstatic.
"My name is Bhaga, what is your name?"
“Vincent.”
Fanlan picked up his helmet again, fastened the loose cuffs at his wrists, and smiled for the first time that night.
"My name is Vincent."
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