Chapter 39 Red Workshop "The King of Tang is trapped in the muddy river. If you want to know who will save him, please wait for the explanation tomorrow." In the room of the Saint Daoding City Hotel, Liu Yonglu was sleeping soundly. He was very tired. He had been sitting in a carriage for a whole day and night and had not slept well all the way. Now he was in the hotel, lying on the comfortable big bed, and he fell asleep before having dinner. Once he entered a deep sleep, he naturally returned to that wild coast. Amid the whispers of the unknown gods, Liu Yonglu began to work again as if by reflex. As he spoke, Xiaohu, who was lying on the bed next to him with his eyes open, pricked up his ears to listen. Coincidentally, Liu Yonglu was practicing stand-up comedy in his dream today, and he had never heard of this piece of "Book Lover Beating the Sand Pot" before. At the same time, along with Liu Yonglu's talking in his sleep, a faint layer of water vapor diffused from the black stone on the table. This piece of black stone had undergone some subtle changes since the day of the mass. The unnamed plant and animal patterns on the black stone had a faint red outline. Whenever Liu Yonglu entered the fantasy dreamland of the wild island, the red line under the black stone pattern would tremble slightly, giving a feeling that it was about to burst out. Of course, Liu Yonglu did not notice these changes, and even if he did, he couldn't figure out what was going on.
There was a knock on the door. Liu Yonglu woke up from his dream. He turned on the desk lamp beside him and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 11 o'clock. When he opened the door, he found Marquette standing at the door. He had already changed out of his ill-fitting coachman's clothes. He changed into an exquisite blue velvet windbreaker, a white shirt with a bow tie inside, his leather shoes polished to a shine, and he even sprayed perfume on his body. Liu Yonglu sneezed several times when he smelled the perfume. "What's up, big brother? It's so late at night, are you thinking of going out to dance?" "It's almost certain. We've already arrived at Saint Daoding. I have to take you to experience the city that never sleeps." Liu Yonglu had just woken up, but when he heard that he was going to be taken out to play, he immediately perked up, looked back at Xiaohu lying flat on the bed, and said in a low voice: "Okay, but my clothes...tsk, they're not good enough." "I've prepared it for you a long time ago." Liu Yonglu only noticed at this moment that Marquette was holding a suit in his hand. Liu Yonglu took the clothes without saying a word and closed the door to put them on. He was wearing a gray suit, a cream-colored top hat, and pointed leather shoes. Liu Yonglu looked in the mirror and looked like a playboy who came out to have fun one night. "Brother, you are such a brother." The two of them went out and hailed a steam car. Sitting in the car and looking at the brightly lit street scenes around them, Liu Yonglu couldn't help but give a compliment. Marquette smiled and lit a cigar. Of course he had to curry favor with Liu Yonglu. After evacuating yesterday, he had already heard what the headquarters meant over the phone. The person next to him will be a key training target in the department in the future. Even Chief Norman personally answered the phone and asked about his situation. After he finishes this mission, the headquarters will not assign him new tasks in a short period of time. I heard that an assistant will be sent to Richie in two days, and then he will return to New Newrent to report on his work. The two drove through the streets and alleys of Saint Dowding and finally stopped in front of a strange building. Liu Yonglu's first impression of the building was that of an old factory like the ones in old photos, with a large area and high ceilings, but few windows and red brick walls that had been smoked black. Many bright light bulbs are hung on the outer edge of the building, and colorful ribbons are covered on the outside of the bulbs. Under the backdrop of lights, the entire building presents a colorful psychedelic feeling. "The Red Workshop, my friend, is the most famous place of pleasure and debauchery in the whole of Saint Dowding." Marquette smiled ambiguously and nudged Liu Yonglu with his arm.
At this time, there was a long line at the door of the Red Workshop. Marquette ignored the crowd and walked straight towards the gatekeeper. "Is old Chapman in there? Tell him to come out and get me." Upon hearing this, the sturdy gatekeeper hurried in to report the news. Within three minutes, a short man in a black tuxedo and a top hat rushed out. "Marquette, what brings you here? Come in and sit down. Sir Rudolph is not here today..." Chapman glanced behind Marquette and saw Liu Yonglu with an inexplicable smile on his face. “Huh, can’t I go in without Rudolph accompanying me? This is my friend, Ricky Baldwin, from New Brunswick, a great man." After hearing Marquette's introduction, Chapman's face was almost blooming. Although he didn't know what a big shot he was, he must be extraordinary to be so valued by Marquette. The two of them entered the red workshop through a private passage. After entering, Liu Yonglu first felt the light dim, and then he saw that the walls were covered with brass pipes. The valves of some pipes were not closed tightly, and warm steam was spewing out from time to time. "The Red Workshop used to be a factory. I heard it was used to develop some kind of aircraft. Later it was converted into a dance theater." Musical? Liu Yonglu had no interest in this and immediately pouts. He thought there would be some "exciting program" tonight. Marquette saw what Liu Yonglu meant, smiled evilly and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, brother. The musicals here are different from those in other places. You will definitely say it's worth the trip later." "Brother, does the boss of the Jie Opera Troupe know you?" "I dealt with him once a year ago. There was a special incident at the home of Sir Rudolph in St. Dodington, and I was the one who cleaned up the mess. Of course, after finishing it, I did him a big favor.” Although Marquette is not good at investigating special cases, he is indeed good at dealing with human relationships. He is the first one in the entire Special Incident Investigation Department to use the investigator's privileges in this way. The two entered the workshop, which was an empty space of thousands of square meters. The walls were surrounded by all kinds of industrial pipes. The strange lathes in the workshop were compressed into strange tables of different sizes. The revelers gathered in front of these lathes, placed their drinks on them, and chatted while waiting for the show to begin. The most eye-catching thing in the workshop is the stage in the center. It was a huge scrapped machine. Liu Yonglu guessed that it was a steam airship or something like that. The main body of the machine looked like a large basket, with two brass turbines at the tail. A lot of hemp ropes are hung around the body of the machine, and at the other end of the hemp ropes is a large piece of canvas, which is hung on the ceiling and acts as a stage curtain. Liu Yonglu and his friends were led by their boss, so they naturally did not sit with the others. There was a row of VIP seats on the side near the stage. As soon as the two of them sat down, the curtain above the stage was pulled open, and a dozen girls in khaki workshop work clothes appeared in the center of the stage. The girls were all beautiful, wearing heavy makeup and holding special prop wrenches in their hands. The wrenches were huge and as long as a walking stick. The music behind the stage started playing, and the passionate drum beats pounded against Liu Yonglu's heart. The girls on the stage began to sing and dance to the music. Just as Marquette said, this was definitely not a serious musical, but more like a unique carnival.
The girl's singing voice is charming and sexy, and her dancing moves are hot and bold. When the music reached its climax, the girls all grabbed their work clothes and pulled them hard, and the work clothes fell apart, revealing short military green work clothes that only child laborers wore. How can children's clothes cover the girls' plump bodies? The white thighs and half-exposed plump chest swayed with the music and singing under the psychedelic lights. Liu Yonglu's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He had only one thought in his mind: Damn it, Marquette, I'm determined to be your brother. That’s not all. As the girls danced toward the crowd to the music, the atmosphere in the red workshop reached its peak. Whether they were refined gentlemen or dissolute drunkards, they all indulged themselves in the atmosphere of debauchery. Some people began to sway with the music, some hugged their female companions passionately, and some threw handfuls of money to the girls who walked into the crowd! The music changed again, this time it was more exotic, and the girls gradually walked back to the stage as the music played. "Mr. Rich, Mr. Marquette, you probably haven't seen the following dance. It's a folk dance brought by a choreographer from the southern continent a few months ago." Chapman leaned over and explained in a low voice. Not only did the music change, but the lighting also changed. The stagehands behind the stage pulled up the khaki curtain that previously covered the lights and replaced it with a bright blood red. A large amount of steam gushed out from the surrounding brass pipes, and in the steam the girls tore off their child labor uniforms, revealing the wild blood-red bras underneath. Several red paint buckets were pushed up by the workers. The girls smeared blood-red paint on their bodies, loosened their hair, took off their shoes, and the style of the dance and song changed again. It was even wilder, as if this dance was not something that should exist in a civilized society. They were like priestesses offering sacrifices to the gods in the wilderness. The girls' nearly naked bodies twisted wildly on the stage, and they let out seductive screams from their throats, stirring up the primitive desires of the audience below. The VIP seats were so close to the stage that Liu Yonglu felt his mouth dry and his heart pounding. "Mr. Rich, Mr. Marquette, can you guess which ethnic group this dance is from?" "Stop talking nonsense. You're not even wearing any clothes. I know which ethnic group's folk dance this is!" Liu Yonglu was so angry that he waved his hand to interrupt. He was enjoying the show, why did you come out to spoil the fun and interrupt his appreciation of art? Marquette was a frequent visitor and had seen some of this kind of scene. Although he was attracted, he remained calm. He saw that Liu Yonglu really liked "appreciating dancing" and said with an ambiguous smile: "Don't be anxious, brother. This is just the appetizer. The real fun is yet to come." After he finished speaking, he turned to Chapman and asked: "Where's Miss Dora? Isn't she coming out yet? We came here especially for her." The weekend is here, let's have some fun (End of this chapter)
