Thorn! Thorn!

The electric current kept ringing, and the street lights flashed back and forth.

Qin Ran turned a blind eye. After throwing the newspaper in his hand on the bar, he turned around and walked into the bar, blocking the still busy mimosa.

About a few seconds later, a figure appeared in Qin Ran's vision.

The white nightgown, with red flowers printed on it, her hair was messy, her face was slightly pale, her brown eyes looked at Qin and then walked into the restaurant.

The other party chose the chair in front of the bar.

“What do you need?”

After the other party sat down, Qin Ran asked simply.

"chicken soup."

The other party's voice was hoarse and it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Luo Ye, a bowl of chicken soup."

Qin Ran said without looking back.

"Okay, brother."

Mimosa nodded and took out a soup bowl from the disinfection cabinet, and went to the big pot next to it to scoop the soup.

When the lid is opened, the rich aroma of chicken soup will spread.

Mimosa's cooking skills are beyond doubt.

Even if the skills are sealed, their cooking skills are still beyond reach.

The simplest ingredients can accelerate saliva secretion.

Perhaps there is still some distance from the real transformation of decay into magic, but there is no problem in reaching the level of excellence.

But the guest who entered the restaurant was indifferent and looked at Qin Ran.

When Mimosa came over with chicken soup and saw the guest's face, her face changed. Her hands holding the soup bowl were all legacy. Just as the soup bowl fell out, Qin Ran stretched out his hand and caught the soup bowl.

"Go and do your business."

Qin Ran said lightly, turned around and placed the soup bowl in front of the guest.

"Your chicken soup."

Qin Ran's tone became more and more indifferent.

The guest did not speak again, and picked up the soup bowl and drank it bit by bit.

The speed is very slow and the movement is a little stiff.

I held the small soup bowl and drank it for two minutes before I put down the empty soup bowl.

"Thanks."

After thanking him in a dry voice, the other party took out a stack of paper money and placed it next to the soup bowl, got up and walked out.

Thorn! Thorn!

The electric current sound of the street lights sounded again.

However, unlike before, after a few consecutive sounds, the street lights returned to lighting and the path in front of the restaurant became bright.

"She, is she the dead?"

It was not until this time that Mimosa asked with lingering fear.

Although he is still timid, his knowledge of mimosa is becoming more and more abundant.

Especially after making up his mind to follow Qin Ran, Mimosa was consciously learning about the knowledge of the huge city and copy world.

It is still very simple to identify a dead person.

"Um."

Qin Ran nodded and looked at the soup bowl that the other party had contacted and the stack of paper money. A hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

"But shouldn't the dead hate the living?"

Mimosa asked in confusion.

“There are exceptions.”

“Or, it’s different here.”

"only?"

"It's interesting."

Qin Ran chuckled, put down the electric baton in his hand, and handed the newspaper at his hand to Mimosa.

This is today's newspaper.

The first page shows a photo of the murderer John Deeson, a serial killer, and next to this photo is a photo of a woman.

Even though it was very vague, Mimosa could tell at a glance that this woman was the guest just now.

"She, is John Deeson's wife?"

"Why did she show up here?"

Mimosa exclaimed.

"She should be here to thank us."

Qin Ran said as he handed the checked banknote to Mimosa.

Completed ten thousand yuan.

Mimosa, who took the money, was a little stunned.

It is not about the amount of money. For Mimosa, money is always a number. Even if the situation in the dungeon world has improved, Mimosa will not be surprised by money. What really surprised Mimosa is that the deceased here will not only not launch an instinctive attack on the living, but will also truly give thanks.

It's really...

Unbelievable!

After a long time, Mimosa gave such an evaluation.

Then, with the money, Mimosa carefully put it into the money box that was almost empty.

Their initial funds came from that John Disson. After the afternoon spending, they were almost out. Even though they had no idea about money, Mimosa still knew that this was what he and Qin Ran needed for the next period of life.

It is impossible for everyone to give so many coins as thanks like that special guest.

And Qin Ran would not really run this restaurant.

So, this money becomes very important.

"Hopefully enough!"

Mimosa thought silently.

I felt a fresh sense of crisis in my heart.

Unlike previous fears, this time it was the first time since Mimosa was born that she had been worried about money.

Very fresh.

It's also very urgent.

With such a fresh sense of urgency, Mimosa turned and walked into the kitchen.

He wanted to use existing ingredients to make more fragrant food to attract more guests - although Qin Ran may not care much about this restaurant, this is the only way Mimosa can think of making money now.

The busy sound from the kitchen interrupted Qin Ran's thoughts.

He looked down at the electric baton.

The deceased's weakness to electric shocks and flames made Qin Ran consciously retain this John Disson's electric baton while cleaning the hotel.

At this stage, this is his weapon against the dead.

However, judging from the guest just now, such weapons are obviously not enough.

Perhaps it can be used against ordinary wandering souls and that guest.

But who can guarantee that there is no stronger existence?

Once a stronger and self-conscious deceased appears, an electric baton is obviously not enough.

At least it must be a flamethrower.

But he simply couldn't get a flamethrower.

It is impossible for him to be his current identity or channel.

If the scientific side cannot be temporarily unable to do so, only the mysterious side is left.

Just in time, he has a skill to deal with the situation in front of him.

"Does rubies of broken grade and some volcanic ash?"
To be continued...