Chapter 243 The Young Waiter in the Men's Restroom

For this long-awaited date, Melanie dressed up carefully.

After eight hours of sleep, her dry and yellow skin rarely showed a full glow.

She cut a bright red strawberry, wiped her face carefully, and then washed her face with water soaked in celery leaves, replenishing moisture for the skin that could not be completely saved by her full heart, making the loose skin look whiter.

Melanie looked at her face washed by clear 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 be as white, translucent and flawless as the best oriental porcelain.

The powder brush gently stroked her face, and the extremely pale base makeup covered her face. The burnt clove was a good eyebrow pencil, helping her to draw a natural and slightly fragrant slender black eyebrow.

The white makeup and black eyebrows, two very different colors, formed a sharp contrast, which made Melanie's skin look even paler like a corpse.

While putting on her makeup, she flipped through the books on the table, her nails scratching the already blurred ink on the yellowed paper, and she whispered softly:

"Blush should be slowly applied to the cheeks first, and then applied to the entire cheek... Well, the earlobes should not be left out... And blush must be used in large quantities to make the contrast between bright red and white stand out more..."

Appearance anxiety has been a huge mountain weighing on women for thousands of years, even though Melanie is a secret believer with supernatural powers, even though she knows that her knowledge is far more profound than most women in the world.

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

Moreover, as she grew older, her rough skin became more and more vicissitudes. Although the vitality of the mind gave her a healthy body and a long life, the latter was very questionable. After all, the saying that the life of the mind-seekers was longer than that of other secret disciples mostly appeared in ancient books, and the reality was that most secret disciples could not enjoy their old age, and almost all of them died in the process of pursuing desires.

But such a shallow vitality of the mind obviously could not make her skin as smooth as that of a sixteen-year-old - although her skin was no longer smooth when she was sixteen - but eternal youth should be the privilege of the immortals, and a little secret disciple like her was far from it.

Even though Melanie was still a half-determined lamp person, the inferiority complex about her appearance would not interfere with her life and work, but it was always like a thorn in her heart, which would emit a hidden pain to remind her of her appearance and weaken her self-confidence when she was not paying attention - just like the moment when the lamp in her skull was damaged.

She continued to apply layers of meaningless cosmetics on her face according to the makeup tutorial book from the last century, until her face was red and white.

She changed her position to admire her new makeup. The lady in the mirror looked pale, but her cheeks were red like monkey buttocks, and her thick lips were even more frighteningly red, just like the makeup of the protagonist lying in the coffin at the memorial service of the deceased.

"Is this makeup correct?"

"Do I really look better than before I put on makeup?"

Melanie said to herself, but she has never been good at makeup. Makeup is a new field for her - she still has a cautious respect for unknown things. Even if she feels that she seems to have become uglier after putting on makeup, it may be that her aesthetic ability is not enough to appreciate this strange beauty.

So she just slightly faded her makeup to make the collision and conflict of red, white and black not so abrupt... Well, after looking at it for a long time, it seems to be pretty good, so let it be!

Melanie looked at the wall clock in the room. It was almost time. She quickly put on the old and broken corset, put on the dress that set off her figure very well, stood in front of the mirror and turned around. Admiring the mirror, she felt a little strange.

At the same time, Watson, who had changed into a suit, was sitting in his bedroom waiting for the agreed time.

When the bell rang four times, it was the time he and Melanie 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 against his will, and then took Melanie's hand and stepped into the taxi that had been waiting outside the hospital for a long time.

Melanie sat in the narrow carriage with great expectations, feeling the slight ups and downs. She was extremely nervous, and her fingers were twisted unconsciously... When was my last date? It seemed to be when I was thirteen years old. Matt from next door invited me to go out for a walk? But later I found out that he just wanted to cooperate with others to play a prank on me... The quagmire that night was really cold.

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

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 improved to a higher level. ’

'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 senior doorman's call, the new waiter immediately trotted 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 conceal, and Watson himself knows this well... It only took him three seconds to identify the unfamiliar-faced waiter as the 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: "I'm sorry, Ms. Melanie, please wait here for a moment. I will 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.

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 further gossip. 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!"