Detective Training Manual

"VIP card?" The bartender was taken aback: "What is that?"

"Huh????!!!" Zhou Yan was a little bit nervous now: "No VIP card?"

"No," the bartender said blankly

"But... but the security guard named Xiaobai at the back said yes!" Zhou Yan was stunned: "He said that only those who have a VIP card can enter the VIP room!"

"Um...Is that so?" The bartender seemed casual.

Zhou Yan was a little angry: "What are you doing, aren't you a staff member of this bar? Why do you ask me the other way around! So, do you have VIP cards?"

"No."

"But the security said yes!"

"The security guard is a patient with gigantism, and his brain is not very bright, maybe he has a wrong memory." The bartender explained.

"Hiss——" Zhou Yan felt a strange and unclear way.

Now I think about it again, the corridor outside the VIP box is completely dark, which is so strange.

"Also, why is the corridor in front of your VIP box so dark?" Zhou Yan asked again.

"Oh... that's because... the light is broken."

"The lamp is broken?"

"Yes, the light is broken, and it hasn't had time to fix it."

"This..." Zhou Yan frowned. This explanation sounds reasonable, but why does it always feel that the bartender just found a temporary reason to prevaricate himself.

"Then, what's in the VIP box?" Zhou Yan grabbed his hands and continued to ask.

"There are... tables, chairs, sofas."

"That's it? It's the VIP box?"

"Yeah, isn't that enough? The sofa is a high-end brand." The bartender is still careless. The goblet in his hand has been wiped for almost 5 minutes, and he still doesn't mean to stop.

Zhou Yan didn't care: "Then how can I enter the VIP box?"

I have come here, no matter if there are clues about fat melons in this bar, he has to go around.

And that VIP box always feels a bit wrong, otherwise, why should a security guard of that size be guarded.

unexpectedly.......

"Uh..." the bartender made a long tone.

"Hey, you're not editing it now."

"Of course not... I want to enter the VIP box... Um..." The bartender hesitated for a few seconds: "Oh, by the way, are you a detective?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yan replied immediately.

"The VIP box of our bar only accepts Sherlock-level detectives." The bartender said.

"What! What!?" Zhou Yan asked loudly in doubt.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong. In this small town, it is estimated that there is not even a decent detective agency, and a VIP box can only be entered by Sherlock-level detectives.

Isn't this a joke!

It's not that Zhou Yan looks down on this bar... If only Sherlock can enter, then this VIP box is a white decoration.

Because until here is closed, it is estimated that it is impossible for a Sherlock-level detective to step into this bar!

"Are you crazy? Such a box, even the top detective?"

"Yeah, this is the rule of us!" the bartender responded.

Zhou Yan didn't know what to say for a moment. If it hadn't been for the security guard who was suffering from giant disease who was guarding the door, it is estimated that Zhou Yan would have rushed in now.

He is very helpless.

However, Zhou Yan would certainly not be so obedient.

After so much energy, I finally found [Sunday Bar], and in the bar, I also found a strange VIP box.

If you say you don't let me in, I won't enter?

Isn't this a joke?

Therefore, Zhou Yan decided to sit here and spend time all the time.

That security guard must have time to go to the toilet!

Even if he doesn't go to the toilet, he still has to have time to get off work, anyway, he certainly can't be standing there all the time.

As long as he left with his front foot, he immediately rushed in. No matter what, he opened the door of the VIP box and took a look.

At this point in his thoughts, Zhou Yan actually had a little sarcasm.

Cut, want to fight with me, you guys who open bars are not qualified enough!

"Hey, bartender, do we have coffee here?" Zhou Yan asked.

"There are some coffee beans for bartending, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, help me mash the coffee beans, give it a shot, I want to drink!"

"This..." The bartender looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost 10 o'clock: "Are you sure you want to drink coffee in the bar?"

"Yes, hurry up and do what I said, I won't give you less money!" Zhou Yan said stiffly.

In this way, Zhou Yan took the tea made directly from coffee beans and sat down in a position where he could see the corridor, and was about to stay for the night and wait for the opportunity.

One hour......

Two hours...

There were scattered guests all night, coming and going, walking and coming again.

Until the next morning, the sun shone on the floor of the bar.

Zhou Yan finally couldn't stand it anymore, he walked to the bar with trembling.

"Wine...Brother bartender, don't you get off work?"

"Oh?" The bartender looked like a okay person: "Our bar is open 24 hours."

Zhou Yan was so sleepy that dark circles under his eyes were about to spread to the vicinity of his nose: "But...you have to get off work, don't you sleep?"

The bartender squinted his eyes and responded with a smile: "Not sleeping..."

God the **** doesn't sleep!

But the night passed, and the bartender really didn't seem to be sleepy at all.

And the security guard at the back never went to the toilet for the whole night!

Something's wrong!

This bar is absolutely wrong!

There must be a problem with the people inside!

Oh, yes, and the guy wearing the mask yesterday. Didn't he go in through this corridor? Then where did he go, how come after he got in, he never came out again!

Zhou Yan's whole person is not good.

I originally thought that an extremely ordinary bar, now when I think about it, everything is strange!

His mind began to buzz, and the coffee all night left him in a state of extreme sleepiness but unable to sleep.

"Damn!" Zhou Yan hysterically patted the bar: "I tell you, I'm a detective, and I suspect that there are illegal items hidden in your VIP boxes! So, quickly open the door to me!"

Zhou Yan started talking nonsense.

However, the bartender only glanced at Zhou Yan slightly...

"Is there a search warrant?"

"No!"

"No way!"

"Am I..."

Zhou Yan is really helpless. He doesn't get in oil and salt, and he doesn't eat hard and soft. There is obviously a door in front of him, but he can't get in for life and death!

And just at this moment when Zhou Yan is helpless...

suddenly......

Bell~bell~bell~

His cell phone rang~www.readwn.com~ Zhou Yan answered the phone angrily: "Hello, who?"

"This is the 19th District Police Sub-bureau." A man's voice came from the phone: "Is it Mr. Zhou Yan?"

Zhou Yan was taken aback: "Yes?"

"Then, did you take a taxi with the driver Zhang San yesterday?"

"Fuck? The third brother's name is really Zhang San!" Zhou Yan was taken aback, and quickly responded: "Yes, I've been sitting there."

"Oh, let me know now that Zhang San killed someone..."

Zhou Yan: "???"