The old man still seems to enjoy the breakfast atmosphere.

Zhen put the things down and returned them. After saying thank you, Huck was not in a hurry to eat, but instead frowned slightly and looked out the window.

The breakfast shop has a narrow structure, and it is the penultimate row by the window.

It is easy to see that Huck didn't even have a thought process when he chose this place.

The same menu and the same location, without saying much, is indeed a common preference for male regular customers.

But this does not mean that these choices are being processed at will.

Although the windows are large, the last row is obviously a little blocked.

Even if all the curtains are closed, it is still difficult to look outside.

If you are too close to the entrance of the breakfast shop, the morning sun is completely blocked because of a four-story cement building outside.

Only in this current location can these two problems be avoided at the same time.

And it is not located in the center of the huge window, so there will be no discomfort to be stared at by passers-by.

Feeling the wisdom of the senior, Fu Qian also locked on what the senior saw.

The planning of this place is quite chaotic. The cement buildings mentioned above are obviously factory buildings, and you can see the towering chimneys next to them.

And just separated from it a small path, it is a slightly shorter building.

The more exquisite and elegant exterior walls and various balconies with slightly different styles all indicate that they belong to their residence.

But just by comparing the two, it seems easy to understand why the breakfast shop business is bad.

The factory chimney did not discharge any smoke and dust, but it was already past eight o'clock, and there were still many curtains in the residential area that were not opened.

Including a large part of the gap, it is not difficult to see from this distance that the interior of the room is almost as empty as where you live.

Even the lower edge of the elegant exterior wall was more than a red and green painted graffiti, and Mr. Hack's eyes fell on it.

This place is dying, and like him, the former resident has left a considerable number.

Of course, it does not mean that Hack likes this kind of decay. In the opinion of Fu Qian, the old man should have enjoyed the breakfast process that has happened thousands of times.

Eat the same thing, sit in the same position, and see the same scene, so that you can both live and maximize the separation of yourself from it.

As for why I feel so - the old man frowned because he saw the graffiti.

Some waiter skipped work and seemed to have aroused his vigilance.

However, even so, he still did not call Zhen to ask more, and he did not want to disrupt the breakfast process.

While empathizing, Fu Qian, who was in the countdown racing, did not even urge him to experience this ordinary scene together.

"They haven't been here."

However, Mr. Hack's spiritual enjoyment did not last long, and soon he withdrew his gaze and suddenly gave a conclusion.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Before paying, I was like a stream of good deeds, and my attention turned back to breakfast.

...

"They" undoubtedly refer to the missing young man and woman, or should be called a young man and a girl.

At the age of fourteen, Teacher Yu was not even weaned at that age.

"There are few strange faces in this place. If there are, Maggie will tell me."

Faced with the newcomer's doubts, Hack answered very naturally.

And the Maggie he mentioned could think that she was the female shopkeeper behind the counter.

It seems that over the years, the tacit understanding between the two people is not just about the menu.

“So are there any plans for the next step?”

Although he was suspected of being overconfident, Fu Qian looked very confident in this judgment.

"Eat first, and then visit the Rachels."

It turns out that there is indeed, although the name Rachel is-

"Do you think she is not absent from work normally? This is rare?"

Fu Qian naturally remembered that it was Zhen’s colleague, and at the same time he didn’t mind that the old man seemed to be off topic.

Up to now, it seems that the previous judgment can still be continued, that is, this place is a rare human scene.

But sometimes, it is precisely the strangeness in ordinary life that brings more oppression.

From Tina in front to this Rachel, it seems that she can smell an abnormal smell from it.

“On the contrary, this is very common… Rachel doesn’t love her job very much.

"This is why she is obviously very popular among men, but I still prefer Jen to help with the service."

Hack's response was unexpected again.

"As for why I want to go and see it, it's hard for me to explain to you with reasonable logic, if you can stay for a long time... ten years, twenty years, maybe one day you can experience it.

"It's like you're a spider, and the spider web keeps moving, but at one point, you just feel that it's not the wind."

Saying so much in one breath seemed a bit exhausting. Hack exhaled, picked up a glass of milk in front of him and took a sip.

Even ice milk.

Fu Qian looked at the water droplets faintly outside the glass, and did not comment on the old man's dietary preferences.

As for the metaphor of spider webs, it is actually not difficult to understand.

It is not too strange for a person who can strip himself from life while having breakfast, forming some kind of invisible radar similar to spider webs around him. Many people in daily life will have similar feelings.

It seems to be a reasonable scene, but it can sense inconsistency from it - even if it has it now.

The old man’s breakfast is very simple, except for milk, it’s just a pancake. It’s the same for himself who copied his menu, but...

Fu Qian grabbed his cup and felt the more detailed water droplets on it.

It’s not that this cup is iceier, on the contrary, it’s no longer the feeling of just being taken out of the refrigerator. The more obvious water droplets on it also come from this.

So the question is, why?

I am not so picky about the temperature of the drink before paying, but to achieve such details, if I think about it carefully, I need to meet some special conditions.

First of all, this cup was given to myself, so it was obviously not prepared in advance for Hack's taste.

But I did prepare in advance and there was no sign of being drunk.

Excluding the outrageous situation of "although the door has just opened, the milk is gone, and I have no choice but to give the employees what they use for first", who is this cup for?

Not only that, we must even meet the condition that "Zhen did not realize that there was something wrong with serving such a cup of things."

I always feel that it should be something "Rachel" can do. Judging from this energetic appearance, it seems difficult to associate such sloppy things with her.

"Understood."

Fu Qian's eyes fell on Zhen outside the counter, and at the same time, he did not delay communication with Hake.

The waitress who was chatting with Maggie was obviously aware of this gaze and turned her head and blinked.

"So what color of flowers Rachel likes?"
Chapter completed!