Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

On the busy streets, Halloween ghost decorations can be seen hanging everywhere, and many department stores are busy piling up festive gifts and clothing in their windows, attracting many tourists to stop and watch.

“That This Is Thriller, Thriller Night.”

"Cause I Can Thrill You More."

"Than Any Ghost Would Dare To Try."

“Girl, This Is Thriller, Thriller Night.”

“So Let Me Hold You Tight.”

“And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller.”

“Thriller Here Tonight.”

The streets are playing the song of the same name from Michael Jackson's album "Thriller" released in 1982. As the first and only work in the history of pop music to sell over million copies, it returns to the charts every Halloween and has become one of the default Halloween exclusive songs.

"There will be a Halloween parade in Snowfield City at 7 o'clock tonight..." Alan felt a headache as he looked at the news that had just been switched on the electric billboard on the street.

When Allen first arrived in Xueyuan City, he spent two weeks exploring the city and getting familiar with the subway network. But it was a bit lonely, being in this colorful world but having no one to enjoy it with.

In a city that never sleeps, you are never truly alone. Even late at night, the streets are still bustling with people.

But so what?

Just because no matter how prosperous the city is, it will be desolate without you.

Xueyuan City, this materialistic city, this city that is the darling of all, this city of decadence and extravagance, this prosperous yet desolate city.

Alan didn't like it. To him, this prosperous city was nothing more than a silent and vast cemetery. He once thought that he would get the peaceful life he wanted after leaving there, but when he left, he found that what he thought about, dreamed about and missed was still Chaldea standing at the southernmost tip of the earth.

Alan began to waste a lot of time walking in the cracks of this urban forest, watching the hustle and bustle of the city, and looking at the street signs one after another.

But what he was thinking about in his heart was that place, the place that represented the concept of "home" to Allen.

Now, I regret it. I want to go back. Is it too late for me to go back now?

Chapter 41: It's already impossible to escape

"So you want to play a game with us?" The black guy with the basketball tucked between his waist looked at the white people who came to disrupt the game with an unfriendly face.

"No, no, no, we are communicating, just ordinary communication." Although these white people came with bad intentions, they still had a friendly "communication" with smiles on their faces.

"Sorry, please go back the way you came. You are not welcome here." Another man with braids rejected them directly. "We still have to wait for our brothers. Please go back."

"Tsk, it turns out these people are all the same."

"Let's go somewhere else. These bullshit, okay." The two men deliberately spoke loudly, preparing to leave the court.

"Hey, you two, did you just say 'that'?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I have no idea." The person who came to provoke me before turned around with a smile on his face, looking harmless, as if nothing had happened just now.

The black guy grabbed the ball with one hand, pretended to be a cool guy, and then gave his answer.

"I accept this challenge!"

"So this is why you were beaten 11-4..." Alan rolled his eyes at his partner, who gave an awkward smile.

The man who won the bullfight was looking at this side with a smug look on his face, whistling and spinning the ball in his hands.

"Yo, you're that Nword guy? You shouldn't be hanging out with them."

"F**k you..." He was about to rush over and beat up the annoying guy with an angry look on his face, but was stopped by Alan.

"Leave it to me, that guy." Allen zipped up his jacket and walked towards the guy with a feminine appearance. "Then let me be your opponent. By the way, what should I call you?"

"KUN, you can just call me that."

Alan felt something was wrong when he heard the name, and took another look at the guy. He had an unhealthy pale face, Asian-like facial features, thin arms and legs, and a voice that sounded a bit feminine.

Alan felt a hint of malice from the universe.

This won't happen...

"One-on-one bullfight, 11 points, ready?"

"OK."

"Come on, Stupid White Men."

five minutes later......

"You know what? I'll cross you like I cross the road in the early morning."

After hearing this, he focused his attention to the utmost, pulled up his trouser legs with both hands, and pretended to be serious.

Then Allen passed him and made a layup, 11:0

"I'm not even sweating. What the hell is wrong with you, getting beaten up by a guy like that?" Alan strolled towards his friend and took the Gatorade thrown to him.

"Is he on drugs? But it's unlikely. Do you need this thing for a street fight like this?"

"You, just wait. If it weren't for the seniors from our Montclair Kimberly Private High School graduating, I would have beaten you so badly that your mother wouldn't even recognize you!"

Montclair Kimberly Private High School... Isn't this Owen's alma mater? 凎, it seems I did a good thing.

"Montclair Kimberly Private High School? I heard from my roommate when I was studying at Duke that there was an exchange student who came to the school the year he graduated. When he first introduced himself, he became the laughing stock of the whole school."

Isn't it just making it up on the spot? Who can't do it?

After hearing this, the guy's face turned even paler.

“Emm…I can’t remember the details, but I still remember the most classic ones.”

"He likes singing, dancing, rap, and basketball. Oh, and he even learned a trash talk without a teacher."

"You ***y basketball like caixvkun."

"You, you, you, ah."

After hearing these words, the guy finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He vomited three liters of blood and fell to the ground. A small white medicine bottle rolled out of his pocket.

After seeing this scene, Allen became more certain of his guess. He finally did something good for all mankind.

"Okay, that's it, let's go, everyone, this is just a small episode."

"By the way, chicken, you are so beautiful."

By the time Allen finished playing, it was almost dusk, with clouds in the sky turning black as the setting sun burned them. Although there was still some afterglow in the west, the sky above was already full of stars, a brilliant sight.

In the bathroom, the shower head was washing Alan's body. Because of the water temperature, there was a light layer of smoke in the bathroom, but there were still some places that could not be covered up.

There are several old scars on his shoulders and back, which were almost fatal injuries in the past. After years of settling, the hideous wounds turned into thin and shallow white lines shaped like dragons.

After taking a shower, Alan, wearing a bathrobe, looked at himself in the mirror and recalled his childhood and the car accident.

"How did I survive?" Alan touched his scar with his right hand, lost in reminiscence.

But when no one was paying attention, Alan in the mirror actually moved on his own. He looked at Alan who was confused outside the mirror and said softly:

"..."

But Alan outside the mirror couldn't hear it. Alan inside the mirror felt helpless when he saw this scene, not knowing what to do.

There was no difference between the two, if there was one, it was only in the eyes. One had eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, while the other was scarlet.

"My grandma once said, when you're unhappy, go to the bar and have some fun!" Alan slightly modified a famous saying of a chef. He put on his coat and went out.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, at the door of the bar, neon lights were flickering and the wind was blowing back and forth, like a cave full of dangers.

"Hey, Alan, you're actually here, what a rare visitor!"

As soon as he entered the bar, Alan saw his neighbors in the community gathered here. After a tiring day, they gathered together on this rare weekend and enjoyed the rare joy.

Allen looked around and saw some people dancing in the crowd under the flickering lights and blurred music, some people sitting leisurely at the bar watching the bartender playing with the bottle, some noisy, lonely, excited, low, strong, and helpless people. The bottle swam obediently between the left and right hands, bouncing up and down, docile and pretentious.

"Allen will pay for tonight's consumption!"

I don't know who started the commotion first, but the noise kept getting louder and louder. Finally, Alan reluctantly agreed to this unreasonable request. After all, he owned a villa in this place, so wealth was not a problem. Alan just regarded it as an expense to promote neighborly relations.

Pjanoo is indeed a top nightclub song produced by R★. As this music sounded, all kinds of charming girls in the middle of the dance floor kept shaking their bodies crazily to the deafening disco music. Their white bodies were particularly eye-catching in the swaying lights, and their long hair swayed back and forth. In an instant, the pink atmosphere enveloped the entire bar.

Behind the tuxedoed bartender, one could see the neon lights reflected from the window, swaying like colorful snakes. Alan drank the wine in his glass with self-loathing. This was already his second glass.

In fact, Alan hadn't drunk for a long time. I remember the last time he drank was on Christmas of that year. Alan always felt that the bar was too noisy and disturbing, and he felt out of place. It was as if he had left this world, the world that should belong to the young.

"Hey, Alan, look at that woman, carrying a suitcase, drinking lemon soda alone." A few curious young men came up to Alan and started pointing at a woman sitting in the corner.

Allen was a little confused by this. "If you want it, just go ahead. Why are you looking for me?"

After hearing this, they did not give up, but increased their efforts. "Oh, that's why we came to you because we failed, Alan. As our eldest brother, there will be no problem if you come in person."

"Okay, okay, stop shaking. I'll go, but I have to warn you in advance that I may not succeed."

"I really can't do anything about you."

Alan stood up and walked towards the girl sitting over there.

"Hi, Lady, do you need help?"

The girl raised her head and glanced, revealing her black eye mask from under her long golden hair.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Chapter 42 Nothing to do today

"What's the matter, sir?" The girl with long golden hair raised her head and looked at Alan who came to chat with her with a puzzled expression.

Ophelia has been feeling low lately.

I finally got a chance to leave the clock tower and take a look, but then news came out that the person in Chaldea was fired, and my interest in going to Chaldea disappeared immediately.

I traveled to the United States alone thinking of relaxing, but I didn't know anyone in the place and got lost as soon as I arrived in the city. I could only walk aimlessly, and when I came to my senses, I found myself in front of this bar.

Now, Ophelia, who was completely desperate, ordered a glass of lemon soda, intending to wait here alone until dawn, and then quickly leave this damn place.

Sure enough, every day is Sunday outside!

Hey, here comes another one who comes to chat up. Just say a few words and send him away.

With this in mind, Ophelia prepared to face the next challenger.

"I'm just a little curious about a beautiful lady being here alone."

The two people sat face to face, and under the dim and ambiguous lights of the bar, they began a conversation with their own ulterior motives.

When Alan saw the unique black eye mask, he confirmed the identity of the person in front of him. The problem was that he had a backer before, but now he is useless and thinks he will be defeated.

Then I was hypnotized and suggested.

Then I found that I had magic immunity.

This attack and defense is suffocating.

"So does this have anything to do with you?" Ophelia chose to attack first again, but with little effect.

"No, no, no, I just appreciate all the beautiful things in this world, nothing else."

"Huh? Then can you provide me with accommodation?"

"No problem, it's my pleasure. But I do have a small request."

"Beautiful lady, please give me a chance to dance with you." Allen didn't know why he entered the confusion effect! He didn't obey the command! Allen chose to attack!

Alan, who had already stood up and walked to Ophelia's seat and bowed to her, said to her that this was not his choice!

No, no, Miss Ophelia, listen to me, it wasn't me just now! I didn't say that!

I have done meritorious service for Chaldea! I have shed blood for Chaldea! I want to see the director!

Where the two of them couldn't see, someone was laughing uncontrollably.

Alan, still maintaining an inviting posture, secretly glanced at Ophelia's eyes. Her expression was a little puzzled, and then she burst out laughing.

"You know what? You're the first one who dares to do this. I agree, but please let me do some preparation."

Alan's attack is outstanding during the confusion effect!

Ophelia was somewhat amused. She was a great magician, the owner of the magic eye, a genius in the science of advent, and was called the "modern Valkyrie". She was actually deceived by the existence of the hypnosis and suggestion magic she had performed.

Flirting?? !!

This was a new experience in bed for Ophelia, something she had never had before.