1 1 AM Bistro

Take a bottle of 2015 tequila from the depths of the wine cabinet, The dust covered the amber-colored glass bottle, which was about forty layers. I took a wet rag from the small sink on the bar,and wiped these thick years.

Turning my head, to look at the other end of the bar, there is an electronic clock made with glow tubes. Orange figures are beating in glass bubbles, like the pulse of the universe.

It's already one o'clock in the morning, the last guest said goodbye to me forty-five minutes ago. I think there should be no one. No one would go to Tianzifang when the chicken wouldn't bark, to find a bistro called "142- 857 ".

But I couldn't sleep either. I was on the night shift. Most of my pub started at 7 pm until 7 am the next day. Then I closed the door and fell into a lethargy in the attic. In the middle of the night, the ghosts also hated me and never knocked on my door. I usually play games on my laptop with music and money notes on the work diary behind the counter. It was my baby woman who gave it to me two years ago. The plane she was flying in disappeared over the North Atlantic one year ago, and Zhenzhen in her arms also disappeared.

As soon as I opened the laptop cover, the bell hanging inside the door rang, and a chill floated to me. Then the door closed, and I heard the footsteps, but it was not the sound of rubber stepping on a wooden board. I heard the sound of the hydraulic pressure and the motor, not the "wheezing" that the air flow rubbed in the mouth and nose sound.

A burly man with a black cloak and a hood over his head, sitting on a high chair in front of the bar, he lowered his head and put his hands under the table without a word.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked him.

"..."

He didn't speak. It makes me a little awkward.

"Ah ... it's so cold outside, so you can sit here for a while" I said, and proposed a pack of "CHIENMEN" from my pants pocket. However, this is a soft-packed cigarette without red phosphorus fuze. You cannot ignite it by pulling the cigarette butt on the sandpaper on the cigarette case, as is the case with cigarettes today. Of course, e-cigarettes are popular now, and cigarettes are considered antiques.

I remember where I put an old kerosene lighter, so I grabbed a chienmen in my mouth and began to search on the counter.

" You don't need to find it, Dude." The mysterious person in front of the counter spoke. The hands that were placed under the counter were all placed on the table. His left thumb was glowing with a red light. When he got closer, he saw that it was an electric heater Wire the lighter, I took the cigarette butt, and the moment the cigarette butt hit the heater, the smoke clip brought nicotine into my nasal cavity. After completing a cycle and spitting out a smoke ring, I realized that his hands were both mechanical bionic arms.

"You are a bot, aren't you?" I asked.

He nodded and took off the cloak and hood . Only then did I see his true face. There was no feature on the iron head made of reinforced alloy, and a thick piece of tempered glass was embedded in the middle part of his face. Like Cerenkov's glow, a creepy pale blue light, the lower half is a respirator-like device without an external tube. For bots, this should be a filler for liquid hydrogen or methane. This is a NZA-7 model produced by MLHI. but It is unknown whether it is military or civilian.

"It used to be, but it's not now," he told me. In terms of tone and tone, this doesn't seem synthesis by a semiconductor, but the humming of the fuel cell and hydraulic system shows that he is not a carbon-based creature.

"How do you explain it?", I stared at the horrifying glass on his head, and he also raised his previously lowered head. At this moment, I saw seven looming camera hidden behind the illuminated glass Shot.

This means that there are stories could listen to.