Detective Training Manual

"Crack~"

Obviously it was a shop that had just opened, but the door shaft made a strange rusty rubbing sound.

Zhou Yan walked into the bar.

Just as it looks outside, this is a very inconspicuous bar.

The light is a bit dim, and there are a few sporadic card tables. The place facing the door is the bar. You can see the rows of wine bottles on the wine rack. I don’t know if there are so many kinds of wine or empty wine bottles. , Used for decoration.

Behind the bar, there is a bartender, wearing a western style shirt, wiping a glass.

I don't know where it is. The old English is faint. Although Zhou Yan's five sounds are not complete, I can tell at first hearing that it is not the popular tone that young people like.

In short...it shouldn't be popular with young people.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening, and there was not a single guest in the deck, only a few sitting in front of the bar, drinking wine one by one.

Zhou Yan was a little stunned, because...this place is too ordinary.

I've been looking for a place for so long, and it feels like this, it's just a small shop on the side of the road.

Like what the people in the book said:

'do not go! ’

‘Sunday bars are dangerous! ’

‘You are not strong enough, you may die if you go! ’

This kind of feeling, I really didn't feel it at all.

Even... Zhou Yan thought this bar was a bit boring.

With this weird and why emotion, Zhou Yan walked to the bar...

"Hello..." He greeted the bartender.

"Hello." The bartender raised his head, glanced at Zhou Yan, and replied.

In fact, Zhou Yan didn't know if the bartender took a look at himself, because his eyes seemed to be very slender, and he kept squinting. Under the dim light, Zhou Yan couldn't even be sure whether he was keeping his eyes open.

"Um...Excuse me, is this a Sunday bar?" Zhou Yan asked again.

The bartender smiled: "Of course." Then, he pointed to the door of the bar, meaning, ‘isn’t the sign at the door saying? ’

Yes, isn't it written at the door?

Suihua, Huanghe Road, Sunday bars.

Although the locals would not call it 【Yellow River Road】, but in the car, Zhou Yan was indeed on the side of the road and saw a road sign like 【Yellow River Road】.

So, here is indeed the address in the letter.

but......

But is this over?

I found this place myself, and then... it's over? Nothing happened?

"Give me a glass of Coke." Zhou Yan said.

"Sorry, this is a bar, no Coke." The bartender said apologetically.

"Um, let me order anything."

The bartender nodded, and soon he gave Zhou Yan a glass of wine that he couldn't even call him. It was a bit sweet and delicious.

Zhou Yan just drank the wine like this, waiting for something to happen, but nothing happened.

Except for the few guests next to them who left one after another, the place was plain, as if it was about to run out of business.

Finally, in the entire bar, only Zhou Yan and the bartender were left.

Zhou Yan hesitated.

"Excuse me...what's the name?" He was about to talk to the bartender.

"The bartender," the bartender replied.

Okay, it looks like this guy doesn't want to mention his name.

"Oh, the bartender brother, may I ask... have you ever heard of [Fat Melon]?" Zhou Yan asked again.

"Fat melon?" The bartender was stunned: "Are you sure this is a man, not a melon?"

"Uh...I'm sure, it should be the pen name of a writer."

The bartender shook his head: "Never heard of it, I don't like reading."

Zhou Yan frowned, then he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"The address on this letter is here, right?"

The bartender put down the bedding that had been wiped for a long time and looked at the envelope.

It says--

【Suihua City-Huanghe Road-Sunday Bar

——Fatty Melon Harvesting]

"Emmm..." He pondered: "The address is indeed here, but the name [Fat Melon], I have never heard of it."

Zhou Yan thought for a while: "Could it be other employees here? They have some side jobs like writers, but you don't know..."

The bartender shook his head: "It shouldn't, because I'm the only one here."

"Um..." Zhou Yan was silent for a while.

So, there is no such a person here?

Then why is the letter sent to this place?

Just when Zhou Yan was a little confused...

"Crack~" With a sound, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Yan looked behind him, and then saw a person wearing a mask walking into the bar.

This man was wearing a wrinkled suit, a little hunched back, and a high hairline. His eyes had triangular eyes that were not very nice, and he was wearing a mask, so he could not see his face.

"Yeah~ I'm back~" The man waved his hand to the bartender, then walked around the bar and walked to the back of the bar.

During this process, this person seemed to look at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan also happened to look at him, his eyes facing each other, Zhou Yan... seemed to feel where these eyes had been seen.

But under the dim light, he didn't think of anything.

"Didn't you just say that this bar has only you as an employee?" Zhou Yan asked in confusion.

"Yeah, the guy just now wasn't an employee, but just a friend. As long as he can do a little work, I'll thank God." He smiled helplessly.

"Oh." Zhou Yan nodded, and then continued to sit for a while.

Still nothing happened...

Just when he felt that all of this might end in such a bland way.

"Crack~"

The door was pushed open again.

A man walked in.

Zhou Yan looked over and found that it was a man about 30 years old.

Some are chubby and have good skin, but fat people generally have good skin. There are some stubble on the lips and temples, as if they had just been shaved a few days ago, but they have grown up again after staying up late these days~www.wuxiaspot. com~ With glasses, the facial features are relatively concentrated, so I appear to have a big head. Wearing thick clothes makes my non-slender figure appear fatter.

"Huh~" It's a bit cold today.

As soon as the man entered the door, he said something like this. After that, he walked to the bar and sat down: "It's the same, a big beer, and more ice!"

He rubbed his red ears and said, it seems that he is a frequent visitor here...

The bartender smiled, turned around and drank a cold beer: "Working overtime again?"

The man nodded: "Yes, I was about to get off work, but another patient came here, hey..."

Zhou Yan looked at this somewhat chubby customer... noticed that he was carrying a satchel that didn't match his outfit. The bag was stuffed like a white cloth.

"Um..." Zhou Yan hesitated: "Hello, are you... a doctor?"