Chapter 2317

The last time Su Ming went to Greenwich on the west end of New York, or met Tony's mother at Marvel's side, in that special era, the streets and alleys of this area were filled with hippies and poisonous insects, and there was a lively atmosphere of bars everywhere.

Maybe Greenwich, DC earth 0, had such a glorious time, but now it has entered the new century, and it has become a quieter place.

Or the form of art has changed, and it has become more bohemian, so that fringed curtains hang in the windows of bars and cafes on the roadside.

It's like the American version of "Paris left bank". Life here is very slow. Roadside shops sell all kinds of coffee, tea and drinks, as well as simple meals and cakes. If you buy one, you can sit on the bench beside the path for a day.

Literary and artistic youth are all like this. Even if they have only a few coins left in their pockets, they are willing to look at the leaves on the roadside for a day, just like thinking that their sadness and thoughts can shine like diamonds and what value they can sell.

In fact, art is very similar to opening a bar. They have to have their own style, atmosphere and charm, otherwise they can't last forever.

Deception is also an art, a dark art. Therefore, all kinds of magic shops in Greenwich street, except bars and cafes, have their own differences, so they can't stand.

Don't get me wrong. It's not Diagon Alley in London, nor Huaxi village at the foot of camara Taj mountain. Most of the magic shops here are ordinary people full of fantasy and fury.

They will travel here, enjoy avant-garde art and music, and then buy some local products to prove to their relatives and friends that they are fashionable and cool.

Even at night, the magic shop here is still open, and the lights are deliberately dimmed to create a variety of mysterious atmosphere.

Su Ming with a few people along the way, casually glancing at the situation nearby, has seen a large number of fake goods.

For example, the "cursed monkey's claws" are actually made of silica gel; the crystal skulls of the Mayans are actually made of glass; where are the ancient fossils unearthed from Africa? I don't know, but it should be from last week that I heard the smell on the bones.

Even so, there are still people who pay for it. Tourists are still in an endless stream at night. What they want is not a powerful magic weapon, but a sense of curiosity and psychological sustenance.

The earth is not in a good condition now. Many people can't eat enough, but not all of them are living a miserable life. There are always some people who have the capital to continue to enjoy life. What is more attractive than the mysterious shopkeeper or the Gypsy Witch whose face is wrinkled like a walnut?

There is a big event in two or three days in the whole world. A lot of people die. When people find that hanging a cross at home doesn't work well, many people will come here to buy a Buddha statue or Indian dream catcher to go back, just for comfort.

So, although 99% of the shopkeepers who call themselves masters or fairies are fake magicians, they can make money. On the contrary, the only real sorcerer in the whole street has no business at this time.

A faint mist floated out from under the fence of the sewer and diffused in the corner close to the ground. A three story old house with a small garden in front of the door seemed to be connected with the fog.

Through the large French window, you can see that the room is full of lights, but there may be something wrong with the glass, because no one can see what is in the room.

There is a small signboard hanging outside the door, and there is no name of the store or business scope, but a purple X letter is painted on the gold background.

"I'm going to eat the cake from the house just now."

Harry shook the bell's arm and pointed desperately at the way the crowd came.

She took a fancy to the goods in a window. A seven story wedding cake was pierced by a giant chain saw, and the bloody red liquid flowed all over the window counter.

Seeing that thing, she couldn't walk. She had to eat the "villains" of the newlyweds standing on the cake. But the shop was not a cake room, but an art classroom. Cutting cake with a chainsaw is a kind of behavioral art to express the unstable prospect of marriage...

the owner of the shop did not accept the behavior of insulting art with money, and did not sell it for money.

"Didn't you say you had cake at Wayne house?" Su Ming pulled the wig off her head and threw it back into her arms. She said speechlessly, "besides, I don't do robbery generally. It's too lack of style and technical content."

"But if you go to Madame Du, you and Bobo can go. Why don't we girls go to the cake shop?" And then Holly pointed to her head.

The Raven was a little moved, and though he still looked like three noes on his face, his eyes turned to the corner of his eyes and peeped into the road when he came.

"Let them go." Bobo took a puff of smoke and exhorted him, "Sangong is a voyeur. It's inconvenient for ravens to be present when divining, and Hally makes me headache again."

"Well, I don't think it's worth it, but you're happy." Su Ming took out a pair of silver candlesticks from his pocket and handed them to Harry: "I got them from a group of vampires. They should be antiques from the 15th century. There is no place to put them in my office and home. You can exchange them for cakes. Artists should also like antiques."With a smile, Harry took the candlestick and put it under her armpit. She held the other two girls in her left and right hands and turned away. "You know where to look for us when you're done. Hehe, go to eat the cake!"

She ran away skipping away. Bobo was obviously relieved by the death knell. The orangutan smacked his mouth: "Harry seems to have a little card allergy. If you don't let her eat cake, she will find other reasons to leave temporarily."

"I know that Tarot and poker are still a little too similar, and she'll be furious when she sees that." Su Ming calmly walked into the lower garden and climbed the stairs in front of her door: "but she will adjust herself. Let's go in."

The door was not locked, and the little bell behind the door jingled as it was pushed open, but there was no need for it, for the owner of the shop was already sitting at the round table in the hall, waiting for the death knell and the orangutan.

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm here again." Bobo, familiar with the road, waddled into the living room, bypassed the candlelight Gypsy decorations and jumped onto a chair.

Madame Shangdu was veiled, and she took away the crystal ball in front of her.

"I know you're coming, and I'm glad you're not with that scum of Constantine this time." With that, her beautiful big eyes cast their eyes on the knell again and stretched out her palm upward: "please sit down at the bell, I already know what you're coming for."

Su Ming sat down and nodded with a smile: "this should be the first time we have met in a real sense. Ms. Yin Wandu, you look better yourself."

"Why do you say that? Don't you think you've seen me already? " Under the purple translucent veil, the beautiful lips curled up a small arc: "in the mysterious house, under a certain tree, you will introduce yourself every time."

"Others may not know, but I know what's different, ma'am." Su Ming took out a gold brick from his pocket and put it on the table. He pushed it slowly: "why don't you explain to Bobo how you opened or appeared at the same time in Greenwich, London, Los Angeles, the headquarters of the Dark Alliance?"

Mrs. Shangdu touched the gold bricks, pushed the tarot deck, and said with a smile, "this is a trade secret. The two detectives should not inquire into the women's secrets. Let's get down to business."

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