Chapter 2316: Ms. Inwando

The last time Su Ming went to Greenwich in the West End of New York, when he went to see Tony's biological mother at Marvel, in that special age, the streets and lanes in this area were full of hippies and poisonous insects, and bars were everywhere. breath.
Perhaps Greenwich at DC Earth 0 has had such a glorious time, but now it has entered the new century, and it has become a quieter place.
In other words, the form of art has changed. It has become more bohemian, so that curtains with tassels hang in the windows of roadside bars and cafes.
It's like an American copy of the "Left Bank of Paris". The pace of life here is very slow. The roadside shop sells all kinds of coffee, tea, drinks, simple meals and all kinds of cakes, just buy one, you You can sit on the bench by the side of the road for a day.
Literary and artistic youths are like this, even if they have a few coins left in their pockets, they are willing to look at the leaves on the side of the road for a day, as if they think their sorrows and thoughts can shine like diamonds, and what value they can sell.
In fact, doing art is very similar to opening a bar. They have to have their own style, atmosphere and charm, otherwise they will not last forever.
Deception is also a kind of art, a dark art. Therefore, all the magic shops on this street in Greenwich, except for bars and cafes, have their own differences, and they stand tall.
Don't get me wrong, this is not Diagon Alley in London, nor is it Huaxi Village at the foot of Kama Taj Mountain. Most of the magic shops here are for ordinary people full of fantasy and commotion.
They will come here to travel, enjoy avant-garde art and music, and then buy some souvenirs and go back to prove to their relatives and friends that they are trendy and cool.
Even at night, the magic shop here is still open, and the lights are deliberately dimmed to create a mysterious atmosphere.
Su Ming walked by with a few people along the way, glanced at the nearby situation casually, and saw a large number of fakes.
For example, the "cursed monkey paw" is actually made of silica gel; the crystal skull of the Maya is actually glass; the ancient fossils dug out from Africa are not known exactly where they came from, but the strangulation is said to be on the bones. The taste? It should be last week.
Even so? Some people still buy it, and tourists are still in an endless stream at night? What they want is not a powerful magic weapon? It is a sense of curiosity and psychological sustenance.
The earth is not in good condition now, and many people are not full of food? But not everyone is living miserably. There are always some people who have the capital to continue to enjoy life? What else is better than a mysterious shopkeeper with a fairy style? Or face Is the gypsy witch wrinkled like a walnut more attractive?
There is a big event every two ends of the world, and a lot of people die at every turn. After people find that hanging a cross at home is not useful, many people will come here to buy a Buddha statue or Indian dream catcher and the like to go back? Just a comfort.
So? Although 99% of these shopkeepers who call themselves masters or immortals are fake magicians, they can make money. On the contrary, the only real sorcerer on the whole street has no business at this time.
A faint mist floated out from under the fence of the sewer and filled the corner close to the ground. A three-story old house with a small garden in front of it seemed to be connected to the mist.
Through the big floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bright lights in the room? But there may be a problem with the glass, because no one can see what's in the room.
There is a small sign hanging outside the door? There is no shop name or business scope, just a purple letter X drawn on the golden background.
"I'm going to eat the cake from that house just now!"
Hallie shook her arm holding the death knell? Desperately pointing at the way the crowd came.
She took a fancy to one of the products in the window? A seven-story wedding cake was pierced by a giant chain saw? Blood-like red liquid poured all over the window sill.
She couldn't walk when she saw that thing, she had to eat the newlyweds standing on the cake "little people", but that shop is not a cake room, but that is an art classroom. The chainsaw cutting the cake is an expression Performance art with the prospect of unstable marriage...
The shopkeeper does not accept the act of insulting art with money, and does not sell it with money, just so hard-headed.
"Didn't you say that you had a cake at Wayne's Mansion?" Su Ming pulled the wig off her head, threw it back into her arms, and said speechlessly: "Besides, I don't usually do robbery, it's too unstyled. , There is no technical content."
"But if you ask Mrs. Du for a divination, you and Bobo will do it. Wouldn't it be okay to let us girls go to the cake shop?" Hallie tilted her head, stood still and pointed at Donna and then at the crossing. crow.
The raven moved slightly, although his face still looked like three nothings, his eyes turned to the corners of his eyes, peeking at the way of the time.
"Let them go." Popo took a cigarette and persuaded him from the side: "Sannomiya is a voyeur. It is not convenient for the raven to be present during divination, and Halle quarrels me a headache again."
"Alright, although I don't think it's worth it, but you are happy." Su Ming took out a pair of silver candlesticks from his pocket and handed it to Hallie: "I got this from a group of vampires. It should be in the 15th century. I don’t have a place to display antiques in my office or at home. You can exchange cakes. Artists should also like antiques."
With a smile, Halle took the candlestick and clamped it under her armpit, and pulled the other two women with her left and right hands and turned and left: "You know where to find us when you're done, hehe, eat cake!"
She bounced and ran away, and Bobo by the death knell was obviously relieved, and the orangutan slapped her mouth: "Harry seems to be a bit allergic to cards. If you don't let her eat cake, she I will also find other reasons to leave temporarily."
"I know that Tarot cards and poker are still a bit too similar. She will get angry when she sees that." Su Ming calmly walked into the lower garden and climbed the stairs in front of the door: "But she will adjust it herself. Let's go in."
The door was not locked, and the small bell behind the door rang crisply when it was pushed open, which was not practical because the owner of the shop was already sitting at the round table in the lobby, waiting for the death knell and the orangutan.
"Good evening, ma'am, I'm here again." Bobo was very familiar with the road. He staggered into the living room, bypassed the gypsy decorations glittering by candlelight, and jumped onto a chair.
Mrs. Shangdu was veiled~EbookFREE.me~ She took away the crystal ball in front of her.
"I know you are coming, and I'm glad you didn't come with the scumbag of Constantine this time." After speaking, her beautiful big eyes cast her gaze on the death knell, and stretched out her palms upwards: "Come on too Sit down, I already know your intentions."
Su Ming sat down and nodded with a smile: "This should be the first time we have met in a real sense, Ms. Yin Mando, you look better."
"Why do you say that? You should have seen me a long time ago?" Under the purple translucent veil, the corners of the beautiful lips curled up in a small arc: "In the mysterious house, under a certain tree, You will introduce yourself every time."
"Others may not know, but I know the difference, ma'am." Su Ming took out a gold brick from his pocket and placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it over: "How about you explain to Bobo? How about opening or appearing at the same time in different places such as Greenwich, London, Los Angeles, and Dark Zhenglian headquarters?"
Mrs. Shangdu touched the gold bricks and pushed up the tarot deck. She smiled and said, "This is a trade secret. The two detectives should stop asking about women's secrets. Let's start doing business now."