Chapter 621 Dear, your gold finger has arrived, please receive it

The bar is very small, with a slightly shabby door and a dim window, which is all that is outside. It seems to be built in chaos and illusion, surrounded by unreal fog, with only a dim light on the porch illuminating a small piece of pure land.

Eric cautiously probed around, but found nothing. After a slight hesitation, he reached out and gently pushed open the small door.

"Ding Ding..." Inside the door, the small bell hanging high was touched, making a crisp sound, reminding the guests of their visit.

Eric stepped into the bar cautiously and looked around.

This bar is indeed small, but the furnishings are very complete. On the left, a three or four meter bar counter occupies a quarter of the bar's space, and the young bartender is concentrating on adjusting cocktails.

On the right is a semicircular stage, and an old man with a big beard lazily plays the saxophone, and the unknown tune sounds quite vicissitudes and nostalgic.

In addition, there were only four small tables, two against the wall with sofas, and the other two in the middle with four chairs neatly arranged. A maid in a maid outfit was wiping the chairs with her back to Eric.

Nothing special, it seems? Eric muttered, looking at the only two customers in the bar.

One was a student in a small suit, who looked only ten years old. He was lying on a table in the corner, looking at the paper in front of him and thinking hard. He looked like he was doing homework. A glass of juice on the table was shining with a crystal clear luster, which looked very delicious.

The other customer was a middle-aged man, wearing a worn-out denim suit, covered with dust, and his messy hair was full of mud and sand from nowhere. Like a migrant worker who had just got off work from the construction site, he leaned on another sofa with his eyes closed, and the wine glass in his hand was tilted, and the amber wine was about to spill out.

Eric stood for a long time and found that no one paid attention to him. He touched his nose speechlessly. Is my sense of existence so low?

After looking around, Eric walked towards the elementary school student. He wanted to understand the situation here, and children should be the easiest to deceive... right?

Approaching the wine table, Eric leaned over to look at the little guy's "homework". In his opinion, it was nothing more than some addition and subtraction within ten. Just explaining it casually would definitely be very easy to narrow the distance between the two.

But...

What the hell is this? ? !

Eric was confused after reading only a few lines.

He knew every word and every symbol on this piece of paper, but why didn't he recognize them when they were put together?

He looked down again and finally found something he could understand.

Boltzmann formula, Dirac equation, Maxwell equations, mass-energy equation...

In just a few lines of numbers, it has involved various subjects such as quantum mechanics, mass-energy conversion, electromagnetism, microscopic particles... and so on.

Moreover, looking at the calculation formulas on the little guy's manuscript, these seem to be just auxiliary formulas that are not very useful. Eric can't understand a word of what he is really calculating!

Are today's primary school students so amazing? Is this little guy the reincarnation of Einstein, or Hawking's rejuvenation?

No, if what he wrote on his manuscript is genuine, these two combined may not be as smart as him!

Eric fell into extreme self-doubt. He thought he had a high IQ, but now...

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

The child slowly woke up from his own world and found someone "peeping". His big eyes flickered and he looked at Eric with a trace of confusion. His eyes met Eric's and they stared at each other.

"Eric!" The child suddenly screamed in panic, "How is it possible! How could you find this place?!"

Eric was confused:? !

The child's scream attracted everyone's attention. The first person to wake up was the middle-aged migrant worker next to him. He was so scared that his hands trembled, and half a glass of wine spilled on his pants. He frowned and looked at Eric. After looking up and down for a long time, he stood up and said solemnly, "It's really you!"

Eric continued to be at a loss: "What is me?"

"I brought him here." The maid next to him finally wiped the tables and chairs, turned around, and looked at Eric's eyes straight.

Death? !

Death in a maid outfit? !

God, am I sleepwalking, or is Death sleepwalking? Is it fake?

"Don't be nervous, come and sit." Death pulled out a chair and motioned Eric to sit down, and waved to the bearded old man and said hello, "Play a cheerful one."

God raised his eyes and glanced at Death, his eyes drooped, pretending not to see, and continued to play his nostalgic and sad tune.

Death curled his lips, "You really don't give me face."

Dare to ignore Death, this is a big boss! Eric asked tentatively: "Who is that?"

"The previous Life Court." Death waved his hand carelessly, but scared Eric.

Good guy, this is a real big boss!

The current Life Court should be Adam, and the previous one was the first court from the birth of the multiverse to before Adam took office!

Eric hurriedly got up and planned to go over to say hello to the big boss, but Death stopped him, "Don't pay attention to him, he just plays a crappy song all day and does nothing!"

Eric swallowed his saliva, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Death pondered for a moment and said: "He gave up everything on his own initiative, and now he is just an ordinary person who eats and waits for death."

This news exploded into Eric's ears like thunder, it was too shocking.

The former Life Tribunal actually gave up everything and became an ordinary person?

Wait, if he gave up everything, who was the Life Tribunal he had seen before? Adam, or a tool as he guessed?

Eric looked at Death again, but Death did not intend to dwell on the issue of the Life Tribunal. He snapped his fingers and said, "Two beers."

Eric was speechless. Judging from the way he was dressed, serving beer was your job, right? Why did you sit down and order beer so arrogantly?

The little guy and the middle-aged migrant worker were not surprised by Death's behavior. Obviously, this was not the first time that He had turned the host into a guest. The two of them, one big and one small, were very interested in Eric. While observing, they whispered something. Eric pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but he could not hear anything, so he had to give up.

"Who are those two?"

Death glanced at the two of them, obviously hesitant, and glanced at the bartender inconspicuously, but the bartender ignored him and was still concentrating on mixing drinks. He was unsure of the other party's intention, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head, "Next time, I'll introduce you to each other when you come next time."

Eric saw everything and glanced at the bartender. It seems that this is the real boss, who is even afraid of death.

"Okay, then why did you bring me here?" Eric stopped entangled in the identities of these people and stared at Death.

Death smiled and took out a small wine bottle from his pocket. It was shining with gold and looked very beautiful.

"Dear, your gold finger has arrived, please receive it."