Detective Training Manual

Zhou Yanchu was stunned in the wind.

He was stunned for three full minutes...Zhang San, who was on the roadside, stared at Zhou Yan for three minutes.

He really couldn't understand it. This week Zhou Yan was so anxious that he let himself drive him. At first glance, there was something very anxious.

But now it's here, how can he go to that stop after getting off the bus?

Didn’t it come from drinking? But it doesn't look like drinking...Isn't this drinking northwestern wind?

However, the third brother's doubt is a return to doubt, but he doesn't dare to bother Zhou Yan.

Brother Zhou is a detective... you know, the IQ of a detective is a lot better than normal people.

Therefore, the Zhou brother now looks like he is drinking Northwest Wind, but maybe he is doing something very high-end.

For example... he may be using his physical body to measure the temperature, wind direction, and altitude of this small town.

Ah, don't care about him, just don't bother him anyway, this is his own savior.

In this way, Zhang San sat in the car again, staring at Zhou Yan... During the period, he couldn't help but admire Zhou Yan.

"Look at people who are detectives. They are so good that most people can't understand what they do."

"Look at Brother Zhou, this perseverance is simply unmatched. After standing in the wind for so long, I didn't move anything."

"Look at other Detective Zhou Da, that's how anti-freezing is. It's no more than below zero, and the hands are cold. I don't put it in my pocket. Gee, if I were to do this, I would definitely not be able to do this."

"..."

Just like this, while sighing, while waiting, another three minutes passed...

No matter how much Zhang San admired our Zhou Yan, he finally felt something was wrong.

This person's brain suddenly went down, right? He really didn't move anymore.

After hesitating again and again, Zhang San finally got out of the car. He walked carefully to Zhou Yan's side, stretched his neck, and greeted him in a low voice tentatively.

"Yan...Brother Yan?"

After this sound, Zhou Yan was agitated, just like the ghost press suddenly woke up.

"My mother!" The third brother was taken aback: "What's wrong, what's up?"

Zhou Yan finally changed his mind, he looked at the building in front of him with shock...

"Third brother, I may be blind. You can help me see if there is a place called [Sunday Bar] in the chain of shops in front of you?"

Zhang San also looked dazed, but he hurriedly looked at the row of small shops in front of him.

Internet cafes, chess and card rooms, grocery stores, revolving hot pots, pedicure stores, anyway, most of the shops in this small town are like this, the stores are not big, and they are crowded together without rules.

But... there is no bar.

To be on the safe side, Zhang San looked carefully one after another, and finally had to shook his head: "Brother Yan, there is no bar."

Yes, there is no bar. If there was a bar, Zhou Yan would have strode in with Meteor's door.

But... how could it not be possible?

This is the street, that's right!

"Internet cafe with high explosive rate" I saw Zhou Yan last night, this Internet cafe is on the left side of the bar on Sunday.

"Handcrafted Foot Therapy", the foot therapy shop Zhou Yan also saw it last night, just to the right of the bar on Sunday!

But now, these two shops turned out to be neighbors, separated by a wall.

So... what about the bar?

Even if the people in the bar moved out overnight, an empty house would have to be left.

This fucking... just gone!

Zhou Yan was completely dumbfounded. This situation can no longer be explained by science.

Looking at Zhou Yan's increasingly exciting expression, Zhang San next to him asked tentatively again.

"Yan... Brother Yan, did you remember it wrong?"

Zhou Yan rubbed his head: "Maybe it is. Sometimes my brain works well, sometimes it's like a ball."

To be on the safe side, Zhou Yan walked into the Internet cafe and pedicure in front of him and asked about the bar.

As a result, the two bosses looked at Zhou Yan inexplicably and said that no one had ever opened a bar on this street!

After this, Zhou Yan walked to the side of the road again and continued to stand.

"What are we doing?" Zhang San asked in confusion.

"Wait for a taxi."

"But..." Zhang San pointed to his car: "Isn't there a ready-made car?"

"You can't do that, I have to find a local car." Zhou Yan said.

So these two people stood on the side of the road like fools. Soon, Zhou Yan stopped a car: "Master, how do I get to the bar on Sunday?"

Master driver: "??? Sunday bar, never heard of it!"

After a while, Zhou Yan stopped another car.

"Sunday bar? We don't have this place here!"

Zhou Yanzuo stood by the side of the road and stopped the car for an hour. As a result, none of the drivers had heard of [Sunday Bar].

Zhou Yan was stupid...He once again felt a ridiculous, but unexplainable weirdness.

A bar disappeared so suddenly!

It disappeared extremely completely, the space it originally occupied was also gone, and it was gone in the memory of the residents of the town, as if it had never appeared before, leaving no trace of it!

In fact, Zhou Yan himself is a little confused now, wondering if it is because he always thinks about the bar this Sunday, so he has hallucinations. The experience last night was actually a dream.

However, the buzzing in his mind after overdose of coffee was telling Zhou Yan that his experience should be true.

"The third brother... drove me around the town with me." Zhou Yan said in a dream.

"How to turn?"

"Walking street by street, shop by shop, I'm looking for a place called Sunday Bar."

Driving a car to walk all the streets of this small town is a very maddening behavior.

"Okay~"

But Zhang San didn't hesitate to take a picture of his own "pro son" who hadn't been overhauled all the time.

"boarding!"

......

The snow outside the window has not stopped since last night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The hoarfrost on the ground has accumulated thicker and thicker, the wheels ran over, and there was a clearer creaking sound.

The residents of the small town are as usual, either busy or leisurely. Everyone has their own life. Even in such a remote town, it seems that people are intertwined with each other without saying a word.

Through the car window, Zhou Yan quietly looked at the street outside the window, the hoarfrost condensed, and then wiped it off with her hand.

That's it... one street, one street...

Zhou Yan had never observed any place so carefully, and probably not in the world before his rebirth.

In such a small town, Zhou Yan's footprints have traveled everywhere.

Finally, the setting sun went down, at the moment when the first street lamp was lit...

Zhou Yan was finally confirmed.

The bar I was looking for no longer exists...