The members-only club once occupied the basement of this forgotten building. It was designed for New York elites whose tastes exceeded those of the **** shops that once operated along Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street. Li Bai glimpsed it was in operation many years ago, when he was hired by one of the owners of the building, Joel Sinz, to do some detective work for his wife.

Although Sinz runs an institution dedicated to hedonism at the feet of the city’s legislators, he is still a very conservative person in his personal life, and he does feel very frustrated when he begins to suspect that his wife is unfaithful. .

Li Bai conducted an investigation, and about three weeks later, he convicted Mrs. Hinz's photo to the grieving Mr. Hinz with a large Manila envelope. In accordance with Sinz's request, he has sent an assistant to lead Li Huai into the club, let him have a drink, and then quickly browse the hotel. This is really eye-opening: water sports-the club offers a variety of messy things, both men and women are practicing, most of them wear costumes to declare their own characteristics.

The fifty-year-old man Li Huai believed to be the mayor's right hand was walking around in the light high heels of a French maid. A woman who organizes a celebrity fundraiser for the homeless. The poor man is crawling in a pool with a black horsehair tail. On the main stage, one of the most successful writers of Broadway musicals was tied to a chair, the meat of his belly spread out, and a young woman dressed as a nun was nailed to a piece of wood. Judging from the state of the lyricist, this process is pure happiness.

When Lee Badi's tour was over, he and Fingerman returned to Hinz's office and found that his door was locked from the inside. Instead of waiting for the key to be found, Li Badi and Fingerman kicked the door open. The cuckold husband was lying on his table, where there were scattered photos of Mrs. Sinz's various contacts taken by Li Huai. When Hinz put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, blood, bone fragments, and brain material were scattered all over the picture.

The party is over. That night, Li Huai learned a lot about the close connection between pain and happiness in certain situations, and what fantasy and desire can prompt people to do.

Li Huai found a set of light switches at the top of the stairs and flicked them. They only have two jobs. One turned on the electric light on Li's head, which was scattered on the blackened stairs, and the other turned on the light on the booth. The guests had paid the entrance fee and obtained a key for the locker room. They can take off their skin and put on real masks here.

Li Bai walked down the stairs cautiously. One of his tattoos has some small twitches and confusing feelings of movement: the ring is carefully crafted in a trompe l'Oreal style, and the shadow below it is so dense that the necklace seems to stand tall on Li Badi's skin.

Its function is relatively simple: it makes Li Badi alert to the existence of ghosts. But given that the souls of the deceased are everywhere, some people are in a state of panic or excitement, and others just die after suffocation. The Scrimshaw Ring distinguishes him well and does not leave any leeway to Li Bad’s existence. Stay, unless those who pose the greatest threat. Possible threats.

Obviously, there is one such ghost near Li Huai now-at least one ghost. Li Huai stopped at the bottom of the stairs, thinking about the real possibility that this is another trap. Maybe this is the embarrassing and embarrassing ghost he encountered in New Orleans. But if they want revenge, why should they only send some phantoms along the way? To be sure, they can scare those who don't know, but Li Badi has almost nothing. A little horror show will not make him tremble. Li Badi went on.

The club seemed to be in this state when Hinz passed the bullet through his head. The bar is still intact, and hard liquor bottles are still lined up, waiting for thirsty customers. Li Huai heard the glasses piled under the bar start to ring, and one of the ghosts began to perform.

When he ignored the noise and moved on, his soul threw several wine glasses into the air. Then they were thrown onto the bar with such a violent gesture that some fragments flew towards Li Huai. He did not respond to the display. He simply walked past the bar and walked into the large room with the St. Andrew's cross on the stage, where whips used to show off their expertise.

Li Huai shone lights around the room, looking for signs of presence. He got on stage and planned to continue searching for Mai Xia in the background, but when he climbed closer to the velvet curtains, he heard a voice from the right. His eyes shot in the direction of the sound. There are a bunch of walking sticks, oars and whips hanging on the opposite wall there, there may be fifty musical instruments in total. Some lighter objects fell on the floor, and then a heavy wooden oar tilted in the direction of Li Bad. It's hard to hit his knee.

"Ah, **** this!" he said, jumping off the stage and heading straight for the attack. "My tattoo tells me that you are a threat. But no matter who you are, I will not feel timid to me. Therefore, if you continue to throw **** at me, I will spit out a syllogism that makes you hope you will never die .I promise you."

Li Huai never made such a threatening sound again. It was one of the biggest whips in the exhibition being pulled down the wall and withdrawn in preparation for a strike.

"Don't do this," Li Hao said.

His warning was ignored. The phantom wielding the whip is either lucky or knows its business. At the first blow, it grabbed Li Badi's cheek, and the stinging pain made his eyes stare.

"You fool," he said. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He began to say that he was only a third of the words, but the spell had already revealed the presence in the room. They look like shadows shrouded in the steam, the edges evaporate, and their features spread in the air like when the artist works in the rain. There are three: everyone.

One of them chanted: "Stop syllogism."

"Give me a reason why I should do this."

"Li Huai only accepts orders."

"Who placed the order?"

Vision exchanged panic expressions.

"Mine," said the familiar leather-like voice in the darkness next door.

Li Huai immediately put down the guards. "Maxia! Shall I go?"

"Don't torture them, Li Bad. They just want to protect me."

"Okay," Li Huai said to Mirage. "I think you will ease it up."

"However, please stay in your position," Maisha said, "he may be followed."

"No chance," Li Huai was confident when he walked into the back room.

"Famous last words," Mai Xia said.

Li Huai tried the light switch, the wall-mounted lamp turned on and the light bulb turned red to please the nakedness of the old customer, who was easy to do.

Mai Xia stood in the middle of the room, leaning on a wooden stick, her hair was gray and white. This was the first time Li Huai had known her in many years. Her face, although still possessing the graceful beauty and the power of bones, was exhausted. Only her eyes are moving, and the colorless student seems to be watching a tennis match between two absolutely equal players-from left to right, from right to left, from left to right, from right to left, there is no ball anymore Fumbled.

"Maxia, what are you doing here in the name of God?"

"Sit down. Give me your arms. My legs are sore."

"The dampness here does not help them. Your age should be more careful."

"Both Li Huai are not as young as before." Mai Xia led Li Huai into the room where players used to go in extreme games. "I can't do this anymore, Bad Li. I should be tired."

"As long as you sleep on your own bed, you won't feel tired." Li Hao said, looking at the tattered mattress lying on the floor with a few mothproof blankets to keep her warm. "Christ, Maisha. How long have you lived here?"

"Don't worry. I am safe. If I lie on my own bed now, I will die. If it is not today, then tomorrow will be the next day. Goode established for Li Huai, Li Huai."

"I know. I walked into a serious trap in his house. Reluctantly kept it alive."

"God, I'm sorry. He is really convincing. I think I slipped and fell. If I were a young woman, this would never happen."

"Maxia, he got two Lee Badges. He is using some powerful magic. Do you know all the murdered magicians? One of them is still alive. Well... it depends on your definition."

"what?"

"It's a long story, but I know who killed them. The devil I saw him at Good's house. He is a serious player."

"My God. I used to be afraid of that. That's another reason why I am addicted to this filthy place. I think they want to split Li Bad. As soon as you leave, my apartment is destroyed. I think the bad date is coming. Yes, I'm getting fucked, but soon! Li Bad, the road is open. One of the roads that should be closed, one of the roads has fallen, which means that I, you and many others have been hurt."

"I believe, but this does not change the fact that you cannot stay here. This place is really disgusting. Li Huai must relocate you to a place where you will not sleep on the wet floor and the rats will run over your feet. Let alone in What was done on that mattress. You can’t see these stains, Mai Xia, but there are many of them, in various colors."

"Do you have an idea?"

"Actually, I am willing. I have to prepare everything and then come back for you, okay?"

"If you say so."

"I will do it. See you later. Li Huai will use this thing to do it. I promise."

When he kissed her gently on the cheek, she held his hand.

"Why are you so good to me?" she said.

"It seems you don't know."

"indulgence."

"Because no one in the world is more meaningful to me than you. That is not indulgence. It is a simple fact."

She smiled at his hand. "Thank you," she said.

Li Bai looked at her kindly, and then left without saying a word, looking for a safer haven.

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