Chapter 1133

After crossing several streets, Herman saw the prosperous scene of Santa NIA again.

The experience in the coffee shop was still playing back in his mind, giving him a dreamlike feeling, but the perception of magic and the lighter cane reminded him that it was real.

He couldn't understand why the young boss opened a shop in a remote part of Santa NIA, and the effect of the drink, called coffee, was so ridiculous.

Even if he was a detective, he felt that the coffee shop was shrouded in a thick fog, so that he could only vaguely see a little outline.

"Weird shop, weird boss..." Herman murmured, "coffee tastes good, if not so sweet."

His luck is good, happened to meet the magic train, buy tickets, set foot on the road back to zhumeng office.

"Jottis, I'm back." Entering zhumeng office, Herman saw jotiss reading books behind the counter.

"It's not a long time before you leave the past, and it's not your style that zhumeng office will stop business after a while." Jottis looked up at Herman.

"If nothing happened, I would basically go back to zhumeng office early every day." Herman sat down and put his stick beside him. "But you know, detective is a profession that always needs to run around. It's all about work."

"I hope so." Jotise's expression did not change, and then she reported the business status of zhumeng office to the nominal boss, "no customers came after you left."

"However, I can't be idle recently. It's not long since the opening of the Wanhua Expo. The work will be busy at that time." Herman sighed helplessly.

"How do I feel you're a little different from when you left?" Jotis looked down at Herman and frowned slightly.

"It may be your illusion." Herman chuckled, not ready to reveal the news about the coffee shop. He got up from his chair and said, "I'm going to make some nectar. It's been used too fast recently."

Jottis watched Herman disappear at the corner of the second floor, and again turned her eyes to the book in front of her. For a moment, the only sound left in the shop was the rubbing sound of turning pages.

After leaving the coffee shop, Luochuan and demon Ziyan discussed and decided to go to the former Blackstone port restaurant. Judging by Evan's style, it should have been completed by now.

Taking the magic guide train, about ten minutes later, I felt the cool sea breeze at night, and my vision became wider.

The broad road is built along the coastline. The magic street lamps emit bright light, and the sound of waves beating on the rocks beside my ears is quite different.

"It looks like it's already opened, and it looks very lively." Demon purple smoke can see the Black Stone Harbor Restaurant that is operating from a distance, as well as the crowd gathered there.

They took the magic train again, and they walked there on foot. From the conversation of many guests, we can see that they came for self-service barbecue.

"Tiger spotted fish, customers here want to order two more tiger spotted fish!"

"If you have anything to drink, give me some more bottles."

"Why hasn't the food been served yet? We've been waiting for a long time."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, we are preparing, please wait a moment..."

It's a very lively scene. All kinds of sounds come together into a thick sound wave. It's really shocking.

Evan was directing the restaurant staff at the door, but there was not much chaos in the busy situation. It seemed that he was well prepared.

"The customers there need cutlery. Go and get them some sets." Evan made a charge, the light of sight suddenly saw two familiar figures.

He turned his head and looked at it carefully. After confirming that he had no eyesight, his face suddenly showed a smile and rushed to meet him.

"We're just here to have a simple meal."

The demon purple smoke put forward the request, soon two people then sat in the shop's position. Those guests have begun to guess whether Luochuan, demon Ziyan and the boss of Blackstone Harbor Restaurant have known each other.

Self service barbecue for these guests is a very novel thing, basically will try, which naturally there is no talent for cooking.

After several failures, they will realize that they are not suitable for self-service barbecue, so the barbecue already prepared by Blackstone Harbor Restaurant is selling well.

The upsurge of customers reached its peak when it could be called the ultimate fragrance in the store. Just smelling the taste could not help drooling. How delicious would it be?

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The patter of rain from outside, night has come, bright lights will light up the room, is a very warm room.

Song Qiuying held the magic mobile phone and thought hard for a while. After that, he turned over and lay on the bed directly. His head was covered in the quilt, and his mouth gave out bursts of manic "Wuwu" sound."Autumn shadow, what are you doing?" Wei Qingzhu, who was eating potato chips purchased from the origin mall, heard the voice and asked in a funny way.

"I feel like I can't think of the next plot." Lin wanshuang put forward her own guess with a smile.

All three published their works in the origin of magic mobile phone reading, and the results were very good.

"Yes, I don't know what to write!" Song Qiuying suddenly sat up and said, "if there is no plot, there will be no new chapters, and there will be no full attendance. Those readers may also leave It's too hard! "

In order to encourage the code efficiency of these customers, Luochuan not only subscribes to Lingjing, but also sets up a full attendance award. Anyway, Lingjing is only a number for him, so he should support the development of the Internet industry in the other world.

"Calvin, I come across it all the time." Wei Qingzhu smiles.

"How did you solve it?" Song Qiuying stares at her with bright eyes and asks for experience.

"The readers in the comment area are all talented people. They can think of many plots from their messages." Wei Qingzhu imparted experience, "if it's really not possible, write about daily life."

"Everyday?" Song Qiuying is puzzled.

"Everyday life, in addition to the daily life of the protagonist, there is also the daily life of supporting roles, so that the plot can be enriched." Wei Qingzhu said with a smile.

Lin wanshuang nodded again and again and agreed with this.

Song Qiuying thought: "I seem to understand what you mean."

"Write some daily life, and the following plot will naturally be drawn out, and at the same time, we can dig some holes to pave the way for the later plot." Wei Qingzhu put down his chips and was ready to start work.

"Well, I already know what to write next." Song Qiuying feels that his heart is full of fighting spirit again, and several tens of thousands of new plots have appeared in his mind.

"Come on." Lin wanshuang shook her fist.