Requiem Chapter 4: King of Hearts
"Creaky-creaky-creaky" the sound of the wooden door hitting the door filled the entire bar, like an invisible condensed pressure.
The female boss's arm shook noticeably, causing her to accidentally spill some water, which fell onto the table and mixed with some dust.
A hint of understanding appeared in Yin Hun's eyes. He stretched out his slender fingers, dipped them in the wine drops, and gently wrote a line of words on the table.
After reading this line of words, the female boss was struck by lightning. After a while, she met Yin Hun's gaze in astonishment. Yin Hun smiled and nodded at him. The female boss's figure relaxed. While wiping the words on the table with a rag, she complained: "Sir, is there anything wrong with this? My shop is just rented in a not very good location, the ventilation conditions are affected, and there is some backlighting. Other than that, isn't it the same as other bars? How is it related to the gods and the weird again?"
"No!" Yin Hui stretched out a finger and shook it slowly. His face was not serious, but rather playful. The light reflected on his face, half bright and half dark: "This is not nonsense! Everything is based on the word 'basis'."
He turned around, holding a cup full of boiled water in his hand, with a smile on his face, leaning on one side of the counter, moving the tip of his tongue and slowly pouring the water into his mouth, while watching the three men who were obviously playing their cards slowly. At this time, if you observe more carefully, you will find that through the disguise of the tall hats, the two men sitting on the left and right of the short-bearded man in the middle have a row of round nails in the middle of their faces like Shimakawa, and their skin is very dead, with a gloomy white color, as if they were covered with a thick layer of makeup foundation, quite similar to the golden boy and jade girl in the underworld paper shop.
"Puff..." The liquid flowed into the throat, and suddenly flowed back and sprayed out of the mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough... Boss, this... is this boiled water? It's obviously soda!" Yin Hun frowned like a child who hates taking medicine, and kept fanning his mouth with air.
But the hostess replied coldly: "Sir, this is a bar! If you want to drink boiled water, go home! A glass of soda is 30 yuan, and we don't accept credit."
Looking at the hand that the female boss stretched out to him, Yin Hui felt like crying but couldn't. Before he could even finish a glass of soda, someone was already reaching out to him to collect the debt. And they were so ruthless that they sold it for 30 yuan. How could he go to seek justice?
"Don't worry, I won't default on my debt!" Yin Hun took out three ten-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to the female boss with a painful look.
The female boss nodded and was about to put away the cup, but Yin Hui snatched it away again.
"Don't you like drinking?" she asked in surprise.
"The money has been paid, it would be a waste if you don't drink!" After saying that, Yin Hun pinched his nose and took another sip, gave her a fierce look, then picked up the wine glass, straightened his clothes, and slowly walked towards a table in the corner.
Seeing Yin Hun, the three middle-aged men obviously felt threatened. They stopped what they were doing and stared at this ill-intentioned guy with suspicion.
Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, then smiled and raised his glass: "It's late at night, and I'm bored drinking alone. Do you mind chatting for a while?"
"You're most welcome!" The short-bearded man sitting in the middle seat was a little surprised, but still nodded politely and gave Yin Hun a stiff smile in response.
"Haha! That's good, that's good." Yin Hui shrugged, put down the cup, saw an empty bench on the side, and asked in a puzzled manner: "How many people, are you waiting for someone?"
"Yes, waiting for a friend." The short-bearded man did not deny it. In his eyes, the other party was just a lazy night owl. There was nothing to worry about.
"Don't worry, he won't come!" After saying that, Yin Hun sneered and took out a golden object from his pocket. He threw it on the table without even looking at it, with a clang.
At the bar counter, the bartender's pupils suddenly shrank: "The token of the Jiuju sect!"
"Shh!" The female boss gently made him silent. During the ambiguous movements, her white cleavage occasionally swayed, making the bartender blush: "Instructor Jing, this..."
"Don't talk, just watch the show. It's going to be exciting!" The female boss smiled meaningfully. "But our mission..." The bartender hesitated.
"This is an order!" The sudden chill in the female boss's eyes made the bartender's heart jump. He had to lower his head and said softly: "Yes"
The female boss's guess turned out to be correct. When the middle-aged men sitting on both sides saw the golden waist badge, their faces immediately changed and they both stood up: "Baga!"
"Itahira, Yamaguchi, sit back!" The short-bearded man frowned and waved his hand.
"Hey! Ito-kun!" Banheng and Yamaguchi struggled dramatically for a while, but finally sat back down obediently. However, the look they gave Yin Hui became even more ferocious. It seemed that this short-bearded man named Ito was the leader of this group of people.
"Sir, could you tell me where my friend is now?" Ito said with a pleasant face, but his voice clearly contained infinite resentment. He was enduring it, and it was very painful to endure it, because he didn't want to cause any trouble before completing the task .
"In a place far away" Yin Hui seemed to be telling a fairy tale that was completely unrelated to the story.
"How far?"
"Where are you going later?" Yin Hun continued to keep the secret.
"Do you know where we are going?" Ito's words were more hesitant.
"hell!"
"What!" Ito slammed his five fingers on the table heavily: "You...why do you want to go against our Great Japanese Onmyoji !"
"Remember this, in Japan, you can have fun however you want, do whatever you want, even if you go to Mount Fuji to take nude photos, it has nothing to do with me ."
Yin Hui played with the cup in his hand, then changed the subject, his voice full of condescending pressure: "But when you come to China, you must behave yourself, otherwise... that dwarf is a lesson for you!"
"you……"
Seeing Ito's frustrated expression, Yin Hui relaxed his tone and returned to his previous lazy state: "Don't be nervous! Come on, before we warm up, let's play a round first, okay?"
"Oh? You want to play too?" Ito sneered and made a gesture. Yamaguchi next to him hurriedly stood up respectfully and gave up his seat.
"Thanks."
Yin Hui sat down on the cold chair without any hesitation, looking at Ito who was shuffling the cards in front of him, and continued to smile and said, "Please deal the cards!"
"My friend, there is a saying in your China that I think makes a lot of sense. I wonder if you have heard of it?" Ito's words sounded unkind.
"Oh." Yin Hui raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me about it!"
"The more nosy people are, the sooner they die!"
Before he finished speaking, Yamaguchi, who had given up his seat earlier and was standing behind Yin Hui, suddenly pressed his hands on his shoulders, as firmly as iron chains, as if he could crush his seemingly thin shoulders in an instant with just a little force.
"Really? How come I didn't know?" Yin Hui turned his head nonchalantly and met Yamaguchi's eyes. The moment their eyes met, Yamaguchi trembled and his hands went numb, as if they were electrocuted, and they loosened their grip instantly. Yin Hui ignored him and stretched out a finger to scratch his fluffy hair. He looked at the two people in front of him and raised his hand to make a "please" gesture.
"What are you betting on? Money or... a mountain of Nutri-Express?"
Ito sneered and looked up at Yin Hui, his eyes revealing a murderous intent of hatred: "It's simple, if you lose, I will take your life."
After hearing his words, Yin Hui was stunned, but then he started laughing. He didn't seem to have any fear or surprise. He just nodded and said, "Okay! Please come in!"
Ito still had a grim smile on his face, and his pale face began to twist. He cut the quick cards, spread them out on the table very skillfully, and said viciously, "Please, let's compare the size!"
"You don't mind a life-or-death game, do you?"
"Oh! Of course I don't mind. On the contrary, I prefer it this way." Yin Hun stretched out his fingers and touched the back of all the playing cards. Then he pinched the last one and slowly turned it over.
A red heart king suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Yoshi, it's up to me."
Ito stared with his eyes wide open, revealing a long-lost excitement. Under the dim light, it was hard to see his thin white tongue gently extended and licked his black and red lips! Then he suddenly reached into the pile of cards, feeling around and probing the back of the cards.
Yin Hui adjusted himself to a comfortable sitting position, supported his chin with his hand, and watched with interest as Ito's hands moved back and forth on the backs of the cards, just like the God of Gamblers in the movie, except that at this moment it could only be described as funny.
