Chapter 243 The young waiter in the men’s room

Chapter 243 The young waiter in the men’s room

For this long-lost date, Melanie dressed up specially.

After eight hours of sleep, the dull skin rarely showed a plump radiance.

She cut a bright red strawberry, wiped her face carefully, and then washed her face with water soaked in chervil leaves to replenish moisture for the skin that could not be completely rescued by her heart, making the sagging skin look whiter.

Melanie looked at the face washed by the water in the mirror. She cleverly moved the frame and seat so that the light outside the window could better reflect on her face...Under the appropriate light, her skin seemed to It is as white, translucent and flawless as fine oriental porcelain.

The powder brush was gently stroked, and the extremely pale makeup covered her face. Burnt lilac was a good eyebrow pencil, helping her to create slender black eyebrows that were natural in color and slightly fragrant.

White makeup and black eyebrows, two very different colors, formed a sharp contrast, which made Melanie's complexion as pale as a corpse.

While putting on her makeup, she flipped through the books on the table. Her nails scratched the blurred ink on the yellowed paper, and she murmured softly:

"Blush should be spread slowly on the cheeks first, and then applied to the entire cheek...well, the earlobes should not be spared...and the blush must be used frequently and generously to contrast the bright red with the white. It becomes more and more prominent..."

Appearance anxiety is a huge mountain that has weighed on women for thousands of years, even if Melanie is a esoteric cultist with supernatural powers, even if she knows that her knowledge is far more profound than most women in the world.

But Melanie still couldn't avoid the inferiority complex caused by anxiety about appearance - she was born not very good-looking, and could be said to have perfectly inherited the rough facial features of her father, who died of alcoholism on a cold winter night.

And as she gets older, her already rough skin becomes more and more vicissitudes of life. Although the vitality of the psychic has given her a healthy body and a long life - the latter is very questionable, after all, the vitality of the psychic The saying that they live longer than other esoteric disciples mostly only appears in ancient books, but the reality is that most esoteric believers cannot enjoy their old age and almost all die in the process of pursuing their desires.

But such a shallow mental vitality obviously cannot make her skin as smooth and tender as sixteen years old - although her skin is no longer smooth and tender when she is sixteen - but eternal youth should be the privilege of the immortal, she Such little esoteric cultists are still far behind.

Even though Melanie is still half a lantern with a strong mind, her slight inferiority complex about appearance will not interfere with her life and work, but it is always stuck in her heart like a thorn in her heart, and it will spread out inadvertently. The dull pain reminded her of her appearance and weakened her self-confidence - just like the light in her skull was damaged at this moment.

She continued to apply layer after layer of unknown cosmetics on her face according to the makeup instruction book from the last century in her hand, until her face was red and white.

She changed her position to admire her new makeup. The lady in the mirror looked pale, her cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt, and her thick lips were even scarier. She looked like she was lying in a coffin at a memorial service for the deceased. The protagonist’s makeup.

"Is this makeup correct?"

"Do I really look better like this than before without makeup?"

Melanie said to herself, but she has never been good at makeup. Makeup is a completely new field for her - she still has a cautious respect for unknown things, even though she feels that the effects of makeup will be better from the bottom of her heart. It seems that I have become uglier, but it is also possible that my aesthetic ability is not enough to appreciate this strange beauty.

So she just lightened her makeup a little to make the collision of red, white and black less abrupt... Well, after looking at it for a long time, it seemed to look pretty good, so that's it!

Melanie looked at the wall clock in the room. It was almost time. She quickly put on the old and worn-out belt and the dress that flattered her figure. She stood in front of the mirror and turned around, admiring The mirror makes me feel a little strange to myself.

At the same time, Watson, who had changed into his suit, was sitting in his dormitory, waiting for the agreed time to arrive.

When the bell struck four times, it was the time he and Melanie had agreed to set off.

Watson first confirmed that the taxi arrived on time, and then slowly came to Melanie's door. After three knocks on the door, a lady with strange makeup appeared in front of him.

"Melanie, you look so beautiful today!"

He first gave a compliment very much against his will, and then took Melanie's hand and stepped onto the taxi that had been waiting outside the hospital for a long time.

Melanie, who was full of expectations, sat in the narrow carriage compartment, feeling the slight bumps and undulations. She felt a very rare nervousness, and her fingers tangled together unconsciously... When was my last date? , it seems that when I was thirteen years old, Matt from the house next door invited me to go out for a walk, right? But later I discovered that he just wanted to cooperate with others to prank me... It was really cold in the quagmire that night.

Fortunately, compared to that failed date, this one went extra smoothly, and the process was quite formal - taking a carriage to a famous restaurant with a century-old history was just like a date with one of those upper-class gentlemen. !

And I never thought that John's words turned out to be so humorous and interesting. The slight tension along the way disappeared without a trace in his clever and playful jokes... Is this the charm of a mature man? Every joke and every support are just right, making you feel as comfortable as bathing in the harmonious spring breeze, and your heart is filled with expectation and beauty.

'Even the scar on John's left eye still looks a bit ugly if you look closely. The flesh and blood on that half of the face looks a little shrunken because of the scar. Otherwise, the look and feel of this date might be even better. ’

'But even so, this was the sweetest and happiest date I've had in nearly thirty years. ’

"Thank you for the invitation, John, I haven't felt like this for a long time... I feel as if I have become young again, and returned to the age when love blossomed... Thank you very much for preparing this date! "

Melanie sat on the seat that the gentlemanly church member had opened for her. When John finally came back from the bathroom and sat down, she could no longer restrain her inner joy and gratitude and poured out these true words. .

When John heard her sincere thanks, he just smiled slightly, snapped his fingers and called the waiter to fetch the pre-dinner wine he had ordered in advance.

The clear wine was poured into the goblet, and the faint fruit aroma rose. Melanie took a sip gently, feeling the sweet taste rippling on the tip of her tongue. She only felt that her heart seemed to become sweeter. Sizzling.

John also drank a glass of pre-dinner wine, and then stared directly at her with his only remaining right eye. His gaze was so hot that Melanie felt a little embarrassed, and her already extremely red cheeks seemed It also became redder, this time it was really redder than a monkey’s butt.

The next second, Melanie heard John say in that magnetic hoarse voice:

"Ms. Melanie, do you know why I invite you to dine with me today?"

When she heard such an obvious subtext, she shook her head like a young girl, "I don't know..."

However, showing such a shy posture with the dignity of her seriously failed makeup, it directly disgusted the diners at the opposite table who unfortunately witnessed this scene and began to feel nauseated. It's not easy to mess with. I'm afraid this diner will be unable to bear the curse at this moment and ask the waiter to drive Melanie out!

John seemed to be directly immune to Ms. Melanie's shy attack, still maintaining a faint smile and said slowly:

"The main reason why I invite you to have dinner with me this time is because the leader gave me an order last night."

"Our dear leader, the venerable Mr. Winfrey Morgan - he ordered me to take your heart."

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When Watson took Melanie, who was wearing heavy makeup but had a negative effect, out of the carriage.

The doorman in front of the restaurant looked at this strange combination of one-eyed and colorful makeup, his pupils expanded unconsciously, and his eyes were full of unbelievable surprise and astonishment - as the doorman of Rules, a century-old restaurant, he His business ability is very good, and he has already deeply remembered the face of every regular customer in his heart - so that if this customer dines in our restaurant at least twice within three months, he can recall the customer within three seconds. name.

This kind of memory is not innate, but the result of the doorman forcing himself to remember every day and night. Being born in a slum, he deeply understands that this job is hard-won, which makes him cherish this job even more. Opportunities, give your best every day.

Because the doorman can accurately call out the customer's name every time, his professional attitude has been recognized by the majority of customers and also by the restaurant manager, which allows him to remain in this position as long as he does not make any serious mistakes. superior.

And he looked at the pair of customers slowly stepping out of the taxi in front of him, and it took him less than two seconds to recall the name of Mr. John Watson - this gentleman's identity was unknown, but he was related to Stanford. The young master of the family is a good friend, and his background should not be simple. Moreover, he is indeed very impressive, which is in sharp contrast to the soft temperament of most of the customers, making it difficult for him to forget.

It's just... Mr. Watson's companion who came to dine several times before was a pretty lady with a cheerful and contagious smile. How come today she was replaced by such a... um, her taste is retro and unique lady?

Are the tastes of the upper class so unique now? The doorman thought so in his heart, but he still kept a polite smile on his face to greet him.

"Welcome, Mr. Watson, the seat you reserved is over here... Mycroft, come and lead the two guests to seat No. 5."

After hearing the call from the senior doorman, the new waiter immediately ran to the door to greet the guests.

However, when he saw that the guests he greeted were a strange combination of a ferocious one-eyed man and a woman with strange makeup, he seemed to be surprised, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

However, the waiter training he received in the past two days allowed him to quickly adjust himself and welcome the guests with a smile, "Dear guests, please follow me this way."

Watson nodded slightly, but was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he stepped aside half a step and asked Melanie to go in first.

He walked at the back, looking at the back of the tall and thin waiter in front of him with interest. Although the other person's makeup and acting skills had improved by leaps and bounds during this period, not only his facial features, skin and body had completely changed, but also his appearance. The demeanor and habits when walking are very different from before. Even the rhythm of breathing and the rhythm of heartbeat seem to be a different person.

But there are some qualities that makeup and acting can never completely cover up, and Watson himself knows this well... It only took him three seconds to identify the unfamiliar-faced waiter as a famous woman in the city. Detective, Miss Charlotte Holmes!

His face remained calm, and he just followed silently. After pulling out the chair for Melanie, he first said apologetically: "Sorry, Ms. Melanie, please wait here for a moment. I'll go first." Go to the bathroom."

However, he turned to the waiter who was still waiting at the table: "Where is the restroom in your restaurant?"

The green-faced waiter suddenly raised his head when he heard this, as if he was thinking about other things just now and did not hear the customer's question clearly.

"Guest, do you want to ask about the bathroom? Here, please let me lead you there."

Then these two young men, one strong and one weak, waited in front of the toilet for the last male to use the toilet to leave. When the person who was about to use the toilet pushed the door open and saw the two people waiting in front of the door, he was slightly surprised. Ben immediately showed a wretched expression of "Hey, I understand." He even raised his eyebrows suggestively at the young and handsome waiter, and said silently with his lips: "I will come to see you later."

Watson resisted the urge to punch this disgusting guy, or rather appeared to resist the urge to punch this disgusting guy.

The young male waiter took out the "under maintenance" sign prepared in advance and hung it at the door of the men's toilet, and then locked the toilet door inside the door.

When everything was completed, the childish look on the waiter's face disappeared in an instant, and the clear and stupid eyes shone with a rational and calm light.

Charlotte looked at the hideous and ugly scar on Watson's face, and at the tightly closed left eye that was scratched by the scar. She could fully imagine what a brutal battle the other party had suffered in the past few days since he disappeared. What a heavy price was paid to complete this undercover operation.

"John, your eyes..."

Watson laughed boldly and softly: "Hahaha, are you talking about my left eye? It's just a left eye. Compared with the results I have achieved, the cost is completely negligible."

"It's been a while since we've seen each other. I won't go into such small talk. Let's get straight to the point."

"Miss Charlotte, my undercover goal at Crossroads Hospital has been achieved."

"It's time to arrest Winfrey Morgan and his criminal gang!"