Glory To Slytherin

More here are rows of consumer locations that only open at night to attract customers. The unique obscure air here seems to pull everyone who strayed into this place into the bottomless abyss.

Ulysses walked into this street and watched with interest. There are many revealingly dressed sexy girls around, winking at pedestrians in the street, looking forward to their beauty. There are also many adults drinking and having fun by the stalls on the street, and the spirits are delivered to their throats one by one.

In the dark corner, a few drunk and unconscious figures could still be vaguely seen lying there.

After seeing Ulysses, many people's eyes lit up. Several well-dressed women twisted their snake waists and walked towards him. Obviously, Ulysses’ excellent looks and temperament immediately brought them to life. Attracted.

"Little Brother, come to this place so late, why don't you let Big sis play with you?"

A sexy woman walked up to Ulysses, opened her mouth with a charming smile, and was about to put her hands on Ulysses' shoulders.

Ulysses avoided her hand calmly, with a shy smile on his face, and said with some doubts:

"I'm here for the first time... Big sis, are you familiar with this place?"

"That's too familiar."

After seeing Ulysses' actions, the woman showed no dissatisfaction. She covered her mouth and smiled and said to the other women walking by, "It's all gone, you are not allowed to fight this little Brother's idea tonight!"

The other women suddenly booed of dissatisfaction.

"Cecile! Again!"

"How many times! I can't patronize myself for fun..."

"Even if it is you, you have to think about it for the sisters..."

"Stop it!"

The gorgeous woman called Cecil waved to them, took Ulysses's shoulders, and said loudly, "Put away your ghosts, I will protect this Little Brother tonight!"

Ulysses glanced at the slender fingers on his shoulders, painted with red nail polish, this time he did not avoid them.

Those women were obviously not convinced, but they didn't say much, and muttered a few words in place.

"Mary, don't be discouraged! If that kid leaves, won't I still be there?"

The voices of the women were obviously heard by the drunken drunk men on the street. One of the tall, beard-faced men squinted his eyes, waved to Mary in his mouth, and said with a grin.

"Fuck Nelson! Can you still get a pound out of you?"

Mary looked at Nelson contemptuously and snorted, "I don't want money, I can't live, Bai grows such a big man."

The other drunks laughed and winked at Nelson one after another, all the filthy words lingering in their ears for a while. Nelson's face flushed red, obviously aroused by Mary's words, and walked towards her staggeringly.

Mary straightened her chest without fear, and the other women laughed and leaned against her.

Ulysses watched with interest, but Cecil whispered to him:

"go."

Then embraced him and walked quickly out of the street.

Ulysses followed her steps, tilted his head, and asked suspiciously:

"Big sis, what is this place? I have never been to this one before."

Cecil took Ulysses to a remote alley in a residential area, and then slowed down, the charming smile on his face had disappeared, and he frowned and said:

"You should still be in school at your age? Didn't your parents teach you not to run around at night?"

"They were not at home because of something. I was a little bored alone, so I ran out and turned around. By the way, is the name of Big sis called Cecil?"

Ulysses scratched his head and said tightly.

"Cecile Hayley."

Cecil stroked his hair, looked around, and made sure that there were only two of them in the alley before he said, "All in all, this is not where you should be. Fortunately you met me outside today, otherwise you would be taken away by those women. If you do, you may not even be able to leave the scum..."

A night wind rushed into the alley. Cecil shivered, rubbed his arms and shrank slightly.

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

Ulysses blinked, looking scared, seeming to believe it.

"Maybe even more exaggerated."

Cecil smiled, "This is one of the few dark streets in London, where all kinds of unpretentious people are mixed here, prostitutes, alcoholics, addicts... even those well-dressed corporate white-collar workers in the daytime will do it for catharsis. Coming here under pressure to indulge..."

She paused, and said solemnly, "Moreover, there are frequent disappearances here, and the London police will not try their best to check. Do you understand the seriousness of the matter?"

Cecil knew that children his age in Britain had a preliminary understanding of those dark sides, and his tone was solemn.

"Understood."

Ulysses showed a trace of fear on his face, nodded hurriedly, and then asked curiously, "The missing case? What happened?"

"I do not know either."

Cecil shook his head, a haze appeared on his face, "There are many dark and remote alleys here, and people often hear screams inside, but when people dare to go and take a look, they only see a pool of blood. , Nothing else."

She said with an ugly face, and after seeing Ulysses's gradually fascinated face, she smiled helplessly:

"I'm telling you what this is for... Anyway, you just have to remember that this place will not come again in the future, and take care of your extra curiosity."

Ulysses nodded suspiciously.

"You can't leave where you came in tonight... If they see it, you won't let it go, even I will have a little trouble... Then, stay at my house for one night, and you will leave quietly tomorrow morning."

This time Ulysses could no longer pretend to be stupid. He frowned, looked at Cecil's face and said hesitantly:

"That's not good, Big sis..."

There was a brief awkwardness on Cecil's face, and he smiled complicatedly:

"It's a good thing to be wary...but you believe me, even though I'm also a...woman in Life, I won't do anything to hurt you."

She knelt down and touched Ulysses' face with her slender fingers, and said in a vague tone, "I have a Little Brother, and he should be as big as you..."

"That, that's all right..."

Ulysses Nene said. His face was gently rubbed by her palms, and Cecil immediately noticed that the boy's body was tightening, and he seemed a little at a loss.

Cecil chuckled, rubbed Ulysses's hair, stood up and led Ulysses to a room, and asked on the way:

"I don't know what your name is yet."

"Gerard Rozier."

Ulysses smiled shyly.

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