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“The weather today is terrible.”

“Yeah, yeah, to be precise the past few days are like this.”

In the tavern, two Old Guys were sitting by the window, drinking and talking. The two seemed to have drunk too much and looked drunk.

Probably because of the bad weather, and few people come to drink during the day. The tavern is empty, except for the bartender who is still wiping the glasses, only these two guys are left.

Drinking alone was too boring, so the two got together. After drinking from the morning to now, the relationship has become closer after drinking too much. From the youngster right now to the current affairs, the two talked They are very similar. Seeing their emotional look, they are almost gone to worship in the original place.

“Ai, Old Turin is a ghost place…In other words, I always think I might have some special powers.” said Old Guy, a hair grey-white.

“Huh? Tell me a little bit.” Another Old Guy, who was already bald, asked curiously.

“I’m not too good to say, anyway, every time before it rains, my knee will feel a pain, and sometimes it will be particularly painful, until the end of the heavy rain.”

The Old Guy rubbed his knees. With the palm of his hand, he could easily feel the pain under it, just like the gears are covered with rust and messy dust. Every bending will bring you Clear pain.

“Although it is painful, the predictions are very accurate every time. You said my ability is very practical in Old Turin.”

When the other Old Guy heard this, his expression was a little sluggish, he thought about it, and then said slightly embarrassed.

“I think you should be rheumatism.”

“Huh? Rheumatism?”

Oscar cried, he had never linked this condition to rheumatism.

“Well, really, I have lived in Old Turin for a long time. Many people have this kind of illness. I usually recommend them to take painkillers or leave Old Turin to find a sunny and warm place to live,” Boscaro is serious. Said, “You have to believe me, I’m a doctor.”

“Doctor?”

Oscar looked at his new drinking buddies and his sloppy look. It was difficult to associate him with that noble profession.

“Well, yes, doctor, it’s just past tense.”

At this point, Boscaro was heartbroken.

“Oh? What happened?” Oscar was pleased, “tell me more.”

“No, it’s all bad memories.”

Boscaro shook his head and drank heavily, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

“Say, okay, I’m actually a writer, and I just didn’t have much inspiration recently. In terms of speaking, what if I have the idea of ​​writing?”

Oscar reassured and exchanged cups with Boscaro.

“Writer? Are you kidding me?”

Boscaro looked at Oscar’s terrible look and couldn’t help but said.

“It’s like you used to be a doctor, who doesn’t have a glorious past? Right.” Oscar smiled and shook his head.

“A writer, drink with me here? Or this kind of place.”

Boscaro’s words are messy. This tavern is very partial, small, and not well known. He came here because the drinks here are cheap.

“Yes, this is a store opened by my friend, I come here to drink free, you are right! Hercule!”

Oscar yelled to the bartender behind him, Hercule gave him a blank look, and drew another stroke on the bill, without saying anything, anyway, Stuart’s family would pay the bill in the end, and Hercule let Oscar drink it.

Looking at the silent Hercule, Boscaro believed it for a while. He looked at Oscar again, and his expression suddenly became sad.

Oscar didn’t know what was going on, Patted Boscaro’s back, asked.

“What’s wrong, this is.”

Boscaro did not speak. He thought that he had met an equally embarrassed drinker, but who would have thought that he was not embarrassed at all. He came here to drink because he was free, and the only person who was really embarrassed was himself.

Thinking of the chat and drink with Oscar before, Boscaro thought he was funny.

Man, I drank more as soon as I was sad. Under the numbness of alcohol, Boscaro became more and more drunk, and then began to cry with tears.

“My wife and I divorced, and she took the child away…”

Boscaro’s true feelings are revealed, his expression is sad, the listener sheds tears, the viewer is sad, with alcohol and the crash-bang rain outside the window, it is just like a stage play.

“Ah this…”

Listening to Boscaro’s confession, Oscar started to feel confused, and then Boscaro grabbed him and burst into tears.

“I said a great writer, can you understand it? Suddenly it was like the sky was falling. The motivation for my work was for them. As a result, there is nothing left now.”

Oscar’s expression became extremely embarrassing. He tried to push Boscaro away, but Boscaro got closer. Under this eager gaze, Oscar could only talk dryly.

“This…this is a bit beyond the scope of my knowledge.”

“What’s wrong?”

Boscaro stared at Oscar, now Oscar regrets asking so many questions, obediently and honestly, is it good to drink?

“I… I have no wife, and I have never been married.”

As Oscar finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a weird silence inside.

The expression on Boscaro’s face changed rapidly, and finally smiled from sorrow.

“What are you laughing at?” Oscar asked.

“I can’t help but feel happy to see that you are worse than me in some way.”

“Are you taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune?”

“Almost.”

The two looked at each other, then sighed together, looked towards the rain and fog outside the window, picked up wine cup and lightly touched, and drank it.

“It seems that no one has a perfect life.” Boscaro sighed.

“Perfect life? Does this thing really exist? I feel that it also exists inside books,” Oscar said. “It depends on whether the author will be compassionate to write a perfect life.”

“Will you write like this?” Boscaro asked.

Oscar nodded, and shook the head, “Who knows?”

The two of them were spitting out alcohol, and the situation now feels good, peaceful and peaceful, with a heavy rain and thunder outside, and they are both warm and good wine indoors.

“Sure enough, happiness is the result of comparison.” Oscar murmured, and then he looked towards Boscaro.

In fact, Boscaro is not embarrassed. He wore a neat suit today and his bald hair was well taken care of. If he throws away his alcohol, he will dress seriously as if he is going to an important meeting.

“By the way, do you have anything else today? You don’t look like you came for a drink.”

Oscar opened his robe and saw that under the coat, he was actually wearing a pajama with slippers on his feet. Since he hugged Stuart’s thighs, this guy’s attitude towards life has become more and more bold. .

“I…My wife recently returned to Old Turin to visit a friend. I wanted to see her today to try to save this relationship.” Boscaro said with a lowered head.

“Then you fucking come in for a drink?”

Oscar slapped Boscaro’s bald head with a slap, slapped his well-groomed hair into a mess.

“I don’t count, do you have the courage to drink?”

“The stronger the stronger?”

Listening to Oscar’s scolding, Boscaro didn’t speak. After a while, he slowly said.

“I was busy with work and neglected my family. When my wife left, my attitude was very tough. I think maybe I shouldn’t be stalking… I don’t care about the face, I just hope that it won’t cause her any trouble.”

“So you are hesitant, don’t know if you should go?”

“Probably.”

Boscaro looked at the sky, his eyes were sober on slightly red face.

Oscar probably didn’t expect such a thing to happen. He also looked at the sky. The sky of Old Turin was gloomy without sunlight, the streets were lit up with rays of light, and then the rain and fog were diffused. Like a foreign world in a dream.

There are still many ordinary persons living in this city, and they have no idea about the ensuing storm.

“Go ahead, Boscaro,” Oscar said suddenly, “time is running out.”

“What did you say?”

Boscaro looked at the alcoholic next to him, and he could clearly feel the change in Oscar’s attitude. Before, he was like an embarrassed drunk, but now he looks like a wolf with a deep secret, waiting for the storm to come.

“I said, let’s go quickly, whether it’s easing the relationship or saying goodbye, let’s go quickly, if you hesitate any longer, there will be no time.”

Oscar stretched some of his body vigorously, making a skeleton sound, and then he said drunkly.

“I have completed my mission, now I have nothing to restrain me, even if I die here is nothing, you are different, Boscaro, don’t leave any regrets.”

Boscaro didn’t understand what Oscar was talking about, anyway, he was all drunk crazy talk, after all, they had already drunk too much, bottles and cans by the table, one after another.

“You remind me of someone.”

Boscaro said suddenly.

Looking at Oscar with a weird appearance, there is a familiar face trying to crawl out of his memory. He tried to remember that bad face, and then he remembered more.

He still remembers that bad night, in this tavern, Boscaro met the soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed guy, and that guy is familiar with the boss here…

Wait a minute!

When Boscaro thought of something, most of his drunkenness became sober.

“You said, this is your friend’s shop?”

“Hmm.”

Boscaro turned his head abruptly, glanced at Hercule, then looked towards Oscar, and asked tremblingly.

“Do you know…Lorenzo Holmes?”

“Oh! That’s my best student!”

Oscar gave a thumbs up and looked proud. It was also at this time that the door of the tavern was slammed open, and even the cold wind and cold rain poured into the room, making Boscaro shiver with freezing.

“Ah! Saved!”

Shou Liangxi shouted, in the heavy rain, I was lucky to be able to find a familiar place. Although I am a stranger, under the name of Mr. Holmos, I can still have some face.

Thinking about it this way, Liangliangxi looked towards the side, with several pairs of eyes staggered back and forth.

“Yo! Xiuliangxi!”

Oscar greeted him. After handing over the identity of the country builder, he did not participate in the operation of the cleansing agency again, but before that, he still met with the visitors of Nine Summers.

“Yo! Oscar!”

Shou Liangxi’s channel is very opposite to Oscar, and she has the same respect for this former country builder.

Rhodes and Boscaro were followed. One night before, it was here. The two met. For some reason, they both read the same sadness in each other’s eyes, obviously. The second time I saw it, I felt like I was a Fellow Daoist.

“Hercule! Give these two friends some wine to warm up.”

Oscar shouted at Hercule behind the bar, Hercule cursed.

“This is all on the account!”

He said so, but he still took out a bottle of wine, took two glasses, and brought them to their table.

“No…you just said that there is no time, right?”

Boscaro’s consciousness has been sober a lot, and because of this soberness, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and his eyes were full of panic.

“en? What did I just say?”

Oscar started to pretend to be dead, but was grabbed by Boscaro, he loudly said, with a strong scent of alcohol.

“You said there is no time!”

He looked towards others, and then looked towards Old Turin inside the rain and mist outside the window.

“Next…what will happen?”

Boscaro’s expression was stiff, and Oscar’s previous words echoed in his ears. It was not drunken gibberish, but Warning.

“Don’t try to lie to me! I know what kind of guy Lorenzo is, and there is only one bigger problem after another with him!”

He almost yelled now.

The rustle of electricity broke the silence. Boscaro looked towards the source of the sound. Liangxi picked up the communicator and saw the light flickering above, followed by a vague sound in wind and rain.

“The war…began.”

At this moment, everyone in the room woke up, gaze as if a torch, murderous-looking.

The transformation was so huge that Boscaro was stunned in the original place for a while, and Liangxi pulled out his weapon. Rod also looked like an enemy now, and behind the bar, Hercule directly used the gun to change the difference. Weapons filled the tabletop.

Looking down, even the most dishonest Oscar condenses his mind with a serious face.

“A war that took place inside Old Turin, a secret war that no one should have known.”

Oscar took Boscaro’s hand away, picked up wine cup and drank the rest of the wine.

“Fortunately, Boscaro, you will witness this fateful battle with your own eyes.”

As the voice fell, a harsh alarm sounded on the street, and the rain became more and more intense, as if there were a thousand knives struggling against the glass, violent wind erupted, and constant noise, as if the whole house would be completely complete in the next second broken.

“I… my wife, he is in a hotel not far away, I want to find her!”

Being drunk didn’t make him courageous, but now he was yelling, about to rush out of the tavern, Oscar extend the hand, and grabbed him tightly. Boscaro tried to break free, but suddenly he found that he couldn’t break Oscar at all. didn’t expect the drunk’s arm was so powerful.

“Quiet, Boscaro.”

Oscar smiled and said softly.

“Listen, they are howling.”

Thousands of crows swept overhead, singing eulogy for the chaotic opening.