Overturned Tower

It's only morning... Even though it's Saturday morning, the nightclub is already crowded.

Russell saw countless men and women wearing masks sitting on different sofas drinking wine.

There are blue-red lights above their heads that can cause people to suffer from photosensitive epilepsy. In the middle is a catwoman with a high blue ponytail. The spirit relative is obviously a blue cat. The right side of her body is covered with young people, and the other side has a metal hand that is obviously larger than her right hand.

——That is the Rocketeer-MK3 type, which is characterized by the ability to launch a hook and a load of up to 200 kilograms. Other than that, there are no advantages. Even the grip is not convenient and reliable, and it is impossible to control the fingers too finely.

Russell's professionalism made him subconsciously analyze the models of prosthetics he saw.

That was an old model from more than ten years ago. It’s not the style of Sogo Island, it’s the rough and durable style of Sanzhi Heavy Industries.

If the prosthetic body was produced on Sogo Island, it would definitely take less than ten years, maybe three years, to replace it. It's not that it can't be that durable... The main thing is that if the prosthetic body breaks down too slowly, no one will buy a new one. It must be because the old ones are used to it.

When a prosthetic body breaks down or becomes insensitive, it also gives people an excuse to buy the latest model of prosthetic body to show off to their classmates and colleagues. But if you don’t have money, you have to go to a repair shop to replace parts yourself. Repairs can still last a few more years.

Therefore, how to reduce the durability of self-designed prosthetics without leaving any trace, and strive to prevent users from breaking the service life through micro-modification and flashing, is also a very complicated knowledge.

Theosophy Heavy Industries is not the main business of prosthetics, so they do not need to consider the issue of replacement. These things are scraps from their engineering robots.

In line with the concept of "I think that things that can be installed on robots should also be installed on humans", we highlight a design that is large in quantity, full of materials, but also anti-rejection and convenient. The difference is much higher.

And this Catwoman, who is a "silly, black and thick prosthetic user", is not much bigger than Russell, but rather skinnier. Her breasts were obviously without material, and her rugged ribs could even be seen from her exposed lower chest and waist.

The band behind her has an even more peculiar appearance - the drummer has a broken horn and a brand mark on his shoulder; the bassist is a skinny, scaly man with his mouth sewn shut with black thread, and the guitarist is handsome The fox, whose gender is unknown, has long golden hair and a fluffy long tail.

When Russell entered the door, Catwoman was roaring with anger and making a long and loud sound.

The lights above the head were flashing fiercely because of this, and the ground of the entire nightclub seemed to be shaking. Russell clearly felt that his heart was buzzing.

It wasn't until Russell saw the band on stage that Catwoman ended her performance.

Her non-prosthetic right hand raised her microphone stand high, and the masked people below let out enthusiastic screams.

It was not a microphone, but the entire microphone stand - only when she exerted force did Russell realize that her rather slender right arm was full of muscles from shoulder to forearm. Has a very strong sense of power.

People tried their best to raise their glasses and try their best to spill the wine on Catwoman on the stage. She did not dodge, and was instantly wet and exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

With a proud smile on her face, she slowly pointed the microphone stand at people like she was holding a sword.

The people who were pointed at this screamed and cheered.

Only then did Russell realize something.

... This is not a nightclub, it is simply an underground bar!

And, except for myself.

Russell judged from the loudness and timbre of the screams that almost most of the customers present... were women of different ages.

——Are my initial worries a bit unnecessary?

His expression suddenly became very subtle.

If you think about it, it's true.

The bees belong to a matriarchal society. He should have thought of it when he first heard the name "hive"...

"Yo."

At this moment, the two girls at the door also rushed over.

The bear-eared girl patted Russell's shoulder carelessly: "Why are you running so fast? I'm not a carnivore like a wolf or a leopard."

Russell was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized the hidden meaning of her words:

Is this a hint that Russell was deliberately running away with his back to her, trying to arouse the other party's desire to hunt?

"Um?"

The girl with bear ears looks very smart.

She looked at Russell's hesitant look and guessed what was going on: "You didn't go to the wrong door, right? Or...are you a newcomer? Is this your first time in this kind of place?"

"...There are no charges here."

Russell defended: "No one explained to me what the use of this mask is."

Hearing Russell's voice, the bear-eared girl let out a light sigh.

Although he couldn't see the gaze, Russell clearly felt that her interest had become more intense.

"You are wearing a smiling mask, so of course I don't need to charge you money... I should give you money instead."

She grabbed Russell's shoulders harder, and her masked voice became low and hoarse: "Don't you understand? Sister, let me teach you...

"You see the service staff around you? Ask them for a hand card, then find an empty room and open the door."

Hey, wait a minute.

What kind of nightclub is this?

Russell realized something was wrong.

He tried to break free from the grip and asked in a low voice: "What on earth does this mask mean...Are there no service personnel here?"

"'The happy live for the unfortunate', an old joke from more than ten years ago. In this kind of place, the ones wearing crying masks are the paying guests, and the ones wearing smiling masks... In addition to fixed positions employees, the rest are just those who are in a good mood and come here to make some extra money."

The girl who looks like a high school student looks very sophisticated.

She looked at Russell and whispered: "Don't even think about going back to change the mask. Only female guests can wear crying masks here at the Beehive... You have to pay a membership fee to come in. Otherwise, when you are at the door, you will be jumping. Sir will kick you out."

...In other words, he can only wear a smiling mask? Otherwise, you won’t be able to get in?

No wonder the bad guy didn't tell him these things...

Russell thought, his expression a little subtle - is that why the bad guy didn't want to come in, but parked the car at the door?

"How about it, do you want to come drink with us? I'll give you eight hundred yuan an hour. We'll open a private room and drink and sing quietly... It's much quieter than here in the hall."

"Hey... isn't this good?"

The lizard girl hiding behind the bear-eared girl gently grabbed the corner of the bear-eared girl's clothes.

She whispered: "I just went the wrong way. I don't even know what the mask means. If not, let's find someone else..."

"It's probably my little brother who has just grown up. He has never been released from home before."

The hand holding Russell's shoulder still didn't let go. The bear-eared girl shrugged nonchalantly: "Looking at youth now is the most rare time. When you get used to it later, it will be a different experience... People, two experiences. Isn’t that bad?”

"I actually have a date!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Russell quickly explained: "A friend asked me to meet here, so——"

"What about your friend?"

"I don't know, maybe in the private room..."

When Russell entered the door before, his eyes swept around.

Xiao Liuli's hair color was quite recognizable, but he didn't see it in the hall at all. So he must have entered a private room somewhere.

She was always surrounded by bodyguards in black. So Russell's initial worries may not be valid, because she is probably here for consumption...

"Tsk."

The bear-eared girl smacked her lips regretfully and released her grip on Russell's shoulders.

Although I can't see the face. But just by looking at that attitude, one can clearly feel the reluctance.

"You'll come again, right?"

She was a little unwilling and asked: "Come and accompany me next time. I will give you one thousand an hour."

"Next time I'll do it, next time I'll do it..."

Russell whispered, and quickly walked away to the corner next to him.

——Not necessarily next time!

He added hard and forcefully in his heart.

I'll never come here again, it's so terrible...

Russell walked to the corner a little confused.

This is more like a bar counter than a nightclub front desk. There is a bar in each of the four corners, and a bartender wearing a smiling mask is shaking a shaker glass.

The four bartenders range from mature uncles to well-behaved teenagers, to curly-haired fashionable young people to cute girls. It can be said that the variety is quite complete.

The one closest to Russell is the mature uncle.

He looked at Russell and said in a low and honest voice: "Do you want anything to drink, boy? Or... want a bracelet?"

"I want to ask about someone, is that okay?"

Russell asked softly.

He was a little wary because he didn't know if his words would break any rules.

But the uncle bartender obviously has seen a lot.

"There are always young people who are lost and come in followed by girls wearing crying face masks. But we cannot leak information about our guests."

Under the smiling mask, a gentle and reassuring voice flowed.

It's like a hot coffee cocktail.

"But if you know her name and room number, it's not impossible to let you in."

The bartender said in a gentle tone: "Would you like a drink? Jindu has come in, at least have a drink. At least it's worth the trip."

How could I possibly know something like that...

Russell grimaced, feeling that the investigation had reached a deadlock as soon as it started.

But at this moment, he saw a trace of handwriting suddenly appeared in the corner of the huge touch screen for ordering drinks, where only Russell could see it:

[The pseudonym Xiao Liuli registered here is ‘Lan Geyu’, and the room is K128]

Russell's pupils narrowed slightly, revealing vertical pupils.

He looked up and looked for the camera without changing his expression - and sure enough, there was a camera flashing red right above their heads.

Less than a second after meeting Russell's gaze, the camera moved up and down a little. It's like a nod.

--I see!

This is what Delphinium calls support!

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