Ginza.

The most expensive business district in Asia.

The most prosperous area in Tokyo.

The name of Ginza originated from the Edo period. The silver coin minting site moved here from the county government, so it is called the Ginza land and the place where money is circulated.

Civilization and the influx of the West have brought a lot of fresh things here, cafes, Western bars, steam baths, Christian churches, galleries...

Ginza has flourished rapidly since Meiji.

It is no longer a place name, but represents a consumer culture, high-end, famous brand, popular, taste, credit, longing, and fashion.

...

Su Qi followed the address of the invitation letter.

Entering a commercial building in Ginza.

Standing in the elevator, I looked at the floor signs.

There are not many floors rented out in the building.

Next to the first floor is Mitsui Trust Bank.

Black Gate Club is on the 9th floor.

There is also a store called "Calune" on the 8th floor.

Kalune means "laptop" in French.

Viewed from the prompt.

This should be a "night club".

Ginza's high-end nightclubs are very famous and are social places for upper-class people.

The nightclub in Ginza is different from the Kabukicho in Shinjuku. It is not only because of drinking and chatting, but it has a relatively high-end style.

The people entering and leaving are different from the operators behind them.

Behind Kabukicho is the underworld control, and the background in Ginza is relatively clean and safer because it is for the upper class.

The president of the company, specialist, doctor, lawyer, prefectural official...

Their social activities sometimes talk about more sensitive content, which is not something that those people in Kabukicho can handle properly.

Every Mom Sang who can own his own store in Ginza and gain a foothold.

No matter the background or ability, it should not be underestimated.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Su Qi.

Because he is a minor, drinking is prohibited.

...

Su Qi entered the elevator.

Press the 9th layer button.

The elevator door was about to close, only one slit was left.

Sudden!

One hand was inserted in.

Su Qi was scared.

The elevator door slowly opened.

The person who blocked the elevator was a man wearing a top hat.

The man has a weird face.

Although he had a smile, he was as stiff as a puppet.

It reveals a strange and crazy.

And in front of him was a wheelchair.

A thin blond girl wearing a blue and white Lolita sat in a wheelchair.

Holding a half-person-sized pillow in one hand.

He was holding an old golden pocket watch in one hand, and a rabbit was engraved on the back of the pocket watch.

Weird top hat man, weird disabled girl.

Of course, there is something even more terrifying in Su Qi's eyes.

The girl's pupils had no white eyes, and her completely black pupils, which looked like a cat, were terrifying and chilling.

The man in the top hat pushed the girl in the wheelchair and entered the elevator. He looked at the floor buttons without movement.

Su Qi swallowed.

The elevator door slowly closed.

What's going on now?

Is there a human or a ghost next to me?

He didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask.

...

The elevator slowly rose and finally stopped at the 9th floor.

During this period, the girl with cat eyes kept staring at him, looking at him blankly and silently.

After a while, Su Qi had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he was sure that these two should not be ghosts.

The ghost's "halo of fear" and the scattered thoughts that sounded from time to time, "You can see... you can't see..." did not appear.

But those weird pupils are not like ordinary people.

The other party did not press the elevator, and the destination should most likely be the same as him...

"bite."

The elevator door is open.

Su Qi stood in the elevator for a while.

He wanted to wait for the other party to leave first.

But the other party had no intention of moving.

Su Qi had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out.

The leather shoes were stepping on the ground, and the sound of the wheelchair pushing sounded behind him, and the two men walked quietly like ghosts.

Su Qi felt bleak.

After leaving the elevator, there was a black door in front of me.

All black.

There is no slight variegated pure black.

The door is half open.

"Is anyone? Mr. Andersen?"

Su Qi knocked on the door and pushed it in.

A line of clippings and pieces of text suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"The lost lamb returns to the old seal of the door."

The clippings emerged, then the flames ignited, and burned them all again.

Like a welcome? Like a prayer?

Su Qi was stunned for a moment and looked into the door.

This is a private club.

Classical decorative style.

Glass floor-to-ceiling windows that reach the ceiling, thick knitted curtains, and large copper chandeliers with strange shapes.

Black and purple matte floor, dark gray flower-woven handmade wool carpet, rough rough marble decorative wall patterns.

On the fireplace, two shotguns, elk head specimens, and dart boards were set up.

On the woven rattan chair, there was a book called "The Moon" with a tulip bookmark.

On the long short table of dark mahogany, there was a plate of unfinished rich man's chess scattered.

In the wine cabinet behind the bar.

Foreign wine, black tea, coffee...milk.
To be continued...