Detective Training Manual

On the expressway, Zhou Yan always felt muddled.

Sitting in the driver's seat was Zhang San. Looking at the posture, it should be on the way back to the 19th city.

But... when did I let Zhang Sanzai go back by himself?

Zhou Yan can't remember a bit.

Where did that bar go? Have you ever entered that bar? Or is it really just a dream?

Zhou Yan was completely unsure.

This sense of separation between illusion and reality made Zhou Yan's thoughts chaotic. He wanted to sleep, but his excitement made him unable to sleep at all.

In desperation, Zhou Yan could only open the notes...I hope the people above can tell himself, does the bar really exist?

[The intersection of reality and virtual spirit: don’t cry, wait until I have money to build one for you, but you have to wait longer]

"Build one? Build a bar? So, does this bar really do not exist, or did it exist, but disappeared overnight? If it disappears, where did he go? Will he reappear? "

[The man in the false book: The bar is gone. 】

"..." Zhou Yan was stunned: "None... It means that it has existed before, right! In other words, the experiences of myself in the bar are actually not dreams. !

The weird bartender, the giant more than two meters tall, and the so-called VIP box behind the giant actually exist! "

[Lianyue Zhizhi: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha the bar is gone~no~see~~]

"Hey, what the **** is your gloating face! Where on earth are you standing?"

[Ming Mo Mo: You show me! hand! book! what! 】

"Ahhhhh, isn't this watching? I'm also a human being, I have to eat and drink Lazarus too, okay, I can't go everywhere with a book with no words to read, if that's the case, I guess I'll have to be caught Sent to a mental hospital for a while."

[Big villain Ye Zhiming: It seems that you are not up to the standard to see this bar again, Zhou Yan. 】

"Do I still need standards to see the bar again?" Zhou Yan was stunned. He suddenly remembered that the bartender said that if you want to enter the VIP box, you need to reach the Sherlock level.

But this is obviously a nonsense rule, no one can reach Sherlock's level casually.

But thinking about it again, if this bar can really suddenly appear and disappear again, it seems that only Sherlock-level detectives are qualified to communicate with them.

So, what kind of existence is this bar?

Just thinking about it, Zhou Yan suddenly saw a message.

[Xiao Clan Xiaosheng: Lin Xi's father has been here yet? Hahahahaha, it's interesting]

Zhou Yan: "?? Lin Xi's father? How does this have to do with Lin Xi?"

[Forever 18-year-old beautiful boy: A detective named Prophet came to live in this small town for a month]

"Prophet?" Zhou Yan thought about it carefully, as if he heard the nickname [Prophet] mentioned by the profiler named Zhetang Yazi. So, Lin Xi's father had been to this small town?

But why? Why did he come to this place where birds don’t shit?

[Luo Anlan: Prophet, Charlotte Super Detective, Lin Xi's father has been to this city and has lived for more than a month, and is here to find someone. 】

"Looking for someone?!" Zhou Yan was surprised: "He is also here to find someone? I am also here to find someone! Could it be...he also came to find the guy named [Fat Melon]?

But it's not right, shouldn't I be the only one who knows this person?

So...is it just a coincidence? "

[Mengmeng Dagugugu: It means that the prophet has a problem, it is estimated that he has been in the VIP]

vip...Yes, what is in that VIP box?

If it is said that only Sherlock-level detectives can enter the VIP box, and [Prophet] happens to be a Sherlock-level detective, then when he came to this town, did he want to enter the VIP box?

At this time, Zhou Yan seemed to understand something.

That is...If you want to solve more puzzles, you must quickly become a Sherlock-level detective.

But... how easy it is!

Listen to this nickname... Prophet! Prophet!

Only by reaching the reasoning ability of the unexplored prophet can he qualify as a detective at the level of Sherlock.

As for Zhou Yan, he can't even stand up to a night of coffee.

"Hey......"

Zhou Yanchang sighed, closed the book, and at the same time closed his eyes.

It's been two days and one night, and I really didn't sleep at all. If this continues, let alone a Sherlock-level detective.

I guess I was going to die suddenly, so I went down to see Holmes and his old man.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan hurriedly cleared the mess of thoughts in his mind, no matter what, try to sleep quickly, life is important!

For several hours after this, Zhou Yan had been in a state of half asleep.

In the dimness, he seemed to have returned to the bar and sat down at the bar again...The bartender continued to quietly wipe the glass in his hand.

In the dream, he seemed to be talking with himself first... but he couldn't hear clearly.

From time to time, the bartender smiled, and occasionally opened his squinted eyes. Vaguely, he could see the inexplicable light from the gap, as if it was behind the eyelid. There were no eyeballs at all, but two balls. The burning flame is just like hot.

Well, this **** thing is definitely a dream, or the most absurd one.

......

"Brother Yan..."

"Brother Yan......?!"

A series of shouts gradually made Zhou Yan wake up.

He opened his eyes and found that the window was already bright, and the sun shone on his face, causing him to stretch out his hand to cover it.

"What time is it?" Zhou Yan sat up from the back seat of the car.

"10 o'clock in the morning." Zhang Sandao.

"Ah? One night has passed?" Zhou Yan was stunned. He didn't expect that it would be okay not to sleep. Once he slept, he would fall asleep like this: "Then where are we now?"

"The station!" The third brother said.

"Huh? The station?!"

"Yes, didn't you say yesterday that it's okay here, and we are going back to the 12th district."

"Um..." Zhou Yan shook his head: "Have I said this? Well, I should have said it."

In this way, Zhou Yan got out of the car dizzy.

The cold wind blew him, making him a little awake.

"Brother Yan, the ticket!" Suddenly, the third brother handed over a ticket.

"???" Zhou Yan was taken aback: "What ticket?"

"Tickets to the 12th district." The third brother said: "I am a person, I have no skills, but I have many friends, so I asked someone to buy you a soft sleeper."

Zhou Yan's embarrassing result ticket: "This...it's not embarrassing, it's issued by the Commissioned Detective Association, you don't need to pay any commission..."

Not finished yet...

"Brother Heiyan, this case, without you, I might be turned into something like this. I don’t know how to say anything polite. In short, even if this ticket is to make friends, it’s a few days ago. Don't forget about the fare."

"can......"

"No, but...The people in our 19th city are stupid. You can say that I don’t know what to do, or that I’m a bad friend. Anyway, this is the case, and we will come to 19th city in the future. , Mentioning my name Zhang San, as long as it’s a taxi, no one dares to charge you for your car."

Zhou Yan was stunned. Although it was only a taxi, it was only free of ticket money, but in these vulgar and simple words, Zhou Yan was stunned to hear a rush of rivers and lakes.

He couldn't help but smiled.

I heard Xiao Chen said before that Zhang San’s resume is very dirty, and he doesn’t stop eating, drinking, and gambling, but it seems that besides his personal resume, this taxi driver has something else that was not shown in writing. appearance.

"All right..." Zhou Yan didn't say anything any more, and put the ticket in his pocket: "Goodbye, Brother San."

Zhang San also waved his hand, and got into the car with a smile...He didn't say any farewell words, and he didn't even do the scene of watching Zhou Yan enter the station. He just kicked the accelerator and disappeared from the end of his sight. .

Zhou Yan seemed to remember that parking at the entrance of the station is to be charged.

He had to shrug his shoulders, thinking that if he came to City 19 next time, he might really have to trouble the third brother.

But these are all things...

Gossip less, after Zhou Yan experienced the Sunday bar, it seems that he has established a new goal in life all at once.

That is to quickly become a Sherlock-level detective...Although it's a little difficult to do it by relying on your own strength, we are crowded.

Hehe, Zhou Yan touched the detective's notes in his pocket, and felt that this life goal didn't seem to be impossible.

......

On the train, Zhou Yan finally returned to the 12 districts in the morning of the next day~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Actually, this time off, including the round trip, it only took three days, 12 districts. Nothing has changed here.

Zhou Yan also cleverly performed what a hitman should do, and as soon as he came back, he went directly back to the Xiyan Detective Agency to report.

No way, if you keep asking for leave, what if the lady in Linxi takes the opportunity to deduct her salary.

You can scold me, and you can tell me that I don’t work hard, I’m not self-motivated, and I’m fine.

But you have to say wage deductions!

Then I can't give you a chance in Zhou Yan.

He thought this in his heart, and then opened the door of the Xiyan Detective Agency.

Next side.....

"Uh!!!"

Zhou Yan let out a scream and flew out along the door!