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Nonsense! You're drinking Jack Daniel's. You're already a bad drinker, and you kept pouring more. Isn't that just asking for trouble?!
Luo Fan pushed all the wine on the table several meters away and supported 416's shoulder.
"Hey, 416, wake up and look at me."
Luo Fan wanted to prevent 416 from blacking out or falling asleep from drinking, as that would be bad for his health.
Unexpectedly, 416 swarmed around him and kissed his lips...
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125 The Eighth Pawnshop
"???!!!"
Perhaps the spring breeze, as intoxicating as alcohol, numbed the wild goose's vigilance, and in his panic and helplessness, he fell into the python's trap.
The startled goose let out a hoarse cry, but the python showed no sign of stopping.
The prey's panicked cries, instead of stimulating her senses which were numbed by alcohol, aroused her interest.
Brutal, she broke through the goose's fragile defenses; its weak and powerless wings could not withstand the fierce attack. Then, she gently injected deadly venom into its bodily fluids.
She clung tightly to the goose, ignoring its struggles; her proud forehead remained unmoved by the slightest movement of her body, as if declaring her dominance; her bright green pupils reflected the prey's struggling posture. What could he see in it? Ruthlessness, indulgence, pampering, or greed?
"Aah... Caw--caw caw!...Eek..." Perhaps sensing the venom gathering in its internal organs, the goose made a final, adorable sound in its struggle? Or perhaps its nerves were numbed by the venom, its pheromones stirred, and under the influence of the suspension bridge effect, it fell hopelessly in love with its predator? Who knows?
He wanted to rebel, but did he really want to rebel?
She was drunk, but he was troubled by her subsequent sobriety.
......
The two of them were so sweaty that they soaked almost every corner of the sofa, leaving obvious marks on the cushions.
There were even hickeys on the man's neck.
Luo Fan covered his head and sat on the sofa.
I've actually lived in Bengbu, how did things turn into this while I was trying to persuade them?
But 416 showed no embarrassment or impatience at all, behaving himself. He simply put on his clothes and tidied his somewhat messy hair.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Commander."
416 gave Luo Fan a slight smile.
"Um......"
Luo Fan didn't know what to say.
The current 416 (a euphemism for sexual activity) really gives you the feeling that after it's over, they'll throw a wad of cash at you and leave.
But after 416 got dressed, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she remained sitting on the sofa, leaning against the man.
This is the tranquility that belongs to just the two of them after the madness...
No one noticed them; they were all lost in their own dreams.
To be honest, their sleep time is actually very short, only a few hours.
One person was woken up by noise, and the other woke up groggily.
Before the outbreak, Luo Fan and M16 hid the leftover alcohol in the cabinet of the Ironblood Factory dormitory, but for some reason, 416 still saw it.
It seems that 416 drank several bottles in one go...
"416?"
"Um......"
At this moment, both of their voices were very hoarse and magnetic.
"You get drunk so easily, why do you still want to drink so much?"
"...If you don't want me to be like this in the future, then I won't drink it."
416's voice became somewhat low.
"No, no, no, I just wanted to ask, that's all."
It's impossible to ban alcohol from the little monster, but drinking a little occasionally is actually fine.
But at least we should know why...
"Hmm... I don't know; maybe I just like the feeling of being drunk."
"Of course I know I'm not a good drinker, but it's not entirely about the taste of the wine; it's more about the numbing effect the alcohol gives me..."
Luo Fan nodded: "Simply put, drowning your sorrows in alcohol, right?"
"Um......"
416's soft, sweet voice made Luo Fan's body tingle slightly.
"Aren't you afraid of becoming addicted to this feeling? What if one day you can't break free from it?"
"...I'm not someone who likes to immerse myself in dreams."
416's voice turned several degrees colder.
But Luo Fan still had no intention of changing the subject.
"But what you're seeking is the numbing sensation that alcohol brings, and that feeling is addictive."
"..."
She fell silent, which seemed to be both an admission and a silent resistance.
Luo Fan glanced at the empty bottle of wine that 416 had drunk from, then looked at the cabinet where he used to store wine.
And it seems they had quite a few drinks left over from their shopping trip...
......
Fine, I'll give it a try.
"If you'd like a drink, I'll mix you one."
"???"
416 stared blankly at Luo Fan, as if the words he had just spoken were not something he would normally say.
"I didn't say you couldn't drink, let's go."
Luo Fan propped himself up on his knees, stretched, and walked toward the wine cabinet.
416 followed along, somewhat bewildered.
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Luo Fan took out various bottles of wine from the cupboard and some of the drinks they had stored in the refrigerator, and arranged them all on the table.
Luo Fan casually took stock of the items.
"Rum, orange liqueur, cantaloupe liqueur, orange juice, grapefruit juice, lemon juice, pomegranate juice...it seems like something's missing..."
Looking around, it was already dawn. The velvety clouds were torn apart by the sunlight, shining into Raccoon City and bringing a little comfort to this lifeless land.
The room was also blessed by this light.
But for Luo Fan now, this is somewhat unnecessary...
He walked to the window and drew all the curtains.
Then, another small lamp was lit and placed on the table.
"Hmm, this is alright..."
Luo Fan nodded in satisfaction.
416 sat across the table, somewhat confused by the man's actions.
Alright, let's begin.
The man took out a wine glass and a beaker-like container from somewhere and placed them on the table.
"25 ml of pineapple juice, 25 ml of orange juice..."
Pour the two juices into a small container and then into a beaker.
"By the way, 416, did you know that there was a movie or TV show about 50 years before you were created?"
"The Eighth Pawnshop" is a fantasy drama adapted from the novel of the same name by "Shinyuki"...
416 shook his head: "I'm not interested in this type of film or television work."
"Don't rush, let me finish."
Luo Fan smiled, spun the container around, and placed it back on the table.
25 ml of grapefruit juice...
The story begins with a legend that has been passed down for over a hundred years...
"Legend has it that as long as you find the No. 8 pawnshop, you can get whatever you want."
The man placed several ice cubes into the already mixed juice, making a crisp, pleasant sound, and then stirred it.
"But an equal price must be paid..."
"I've heard too many of these tired old tricks."
416 has little interest or patience for this type of work.
"Existing in the fourth dimension of space, the No. 8 pawnshop is a road of no return, where only pawning can be done and redemption is not possible."
Luo Fan didn't care about 416's condition and chose to continue talking.
416 could only continue listening in silence...
The blended juice was poured into a stemmed glass.
"The cocktails in this film are absolutely divine, utterly irresistible..."
Next, pour the prepared pomegranate juice into a stemmed glass and begin preparing the wine.
"This is a materialistic world. If there really were an Eighth Pawnshop..."
What would you like to pawn?
As the man smiled, a wondrous scene unfolded in the wine glass...
The pomegranate juice seeps into the fruit juice and settles at the bottom, resembling the setting sun, creating a beautiful interplay with the juice above...
"Pawnshop No. 8 accepts any item as collateral, including your soul..."
P.S.: Music to be continued in the next chapter...
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40 ml rum, 15 ml orange liqueur, 15 ml cantaloupe liqueur...
"Go to a bar and order a 'Pawnshop No. 8' cocktail, and you'll see a dazzling array of colors."
"A blend of different flavors, rich and aromatic, complementing each other beautifully, creating a stunning and layered taste experience..."
"Then it will take you to the 'fantasy zone'."
Finally, lemon juice was added. Then, Lovan put the lid on the container, held it in his hand, and began the most classic Shake stage of bartending.
He stopped talking and began to focus his attention on the container in his hands, as if he were taking control of his own soul.
His movements became faster and faster, to the point that even others could sense the strain he was putting in...
The clinking of ice cubes in the container hints at the merging and embracing of the liquor, as intense as their uncontrollable frenzy after drinking!
Just a few seconds later, Luo Fan stopped what he was doing, opened the lid, and slowly poured the mixed wine down the side of the stemmed glass.
"Hmph... After drinking this No. 8 Pawnshop drink, is it truly another road of no return?"
"Is it true that once a soul is pawned at each level, it can never be redeemed?"
"Its sensual taste is both illusory and alluring,"
"Like a colorful ring, carrying the pride it was born with, it shines brightly in your eyes, in your mind, and between your lips."
"And between each of these pawnshop 'contracts' lies a story that no one knows."