Detective Training Manual

　　 Zhou Yan stared at the letter at his feet, frowning slightly.

　　 He thought of an embarrassing development.

　　 "This letter... won't be..."

　　 He muttered, then bent down and picked up the letter.

　　【Recipient】

　　【Fat melon】

　　 "..." Zhou Yan looked at these simple words on the envelope, and 10,000 grass mud horses roared in his heart.

　　 "This...this is a bit too much! It's all directly on the head!"

　　 He immediately raised his head and looked around the top of his head.

The huge buildings on both sides of 　　 thrust into the sky, the setting sun is caught in the cracks of reinforced concrete, the clouds are arbitrarily dyed golden, and the sounds of cars on both sides are poured into the eardrum.

　　 Everything is the most normal.

　　 Except for this letter in my hand.

　　 It fell from the sky without warning and hit his head, just like the book a few weeks ago, inexplicable and weird.

　　 Zhou Yan didn't know why, but felt a chill for no reason.

　　 He swallowed, lowered his head, and looked at the letter in his hand again.

　　 is the most common envelope, the same as the one inserted under the seam of the door of my residence.

　　 Zhou Yan hesitated and tore the envelope open.

　　 is a piece of paper...

　　 He was in the crowd, took out the letter paper, and opened it.

　　 And the content on the paper... seems to be different from the previous letter.

　　 In the last letter, it was just a short sentence, but this time it is densely packed and has been written all over.

　　 But the content is still the same monotonous, because there are only three words over and over again.

　　 [Give up, give up, give up, give up, give up, give up...]

　　 These three words are connected one by one, and some have even overlapped.

　　 Zhou Yan scratched his head. He didn't understand why the last letter said [Hold on], but this letter said [Give up].

　　 He recalled the handwriting in the previous letter and found that it was the same as the one on this letter, that is to say, the two letters should have been written by one person.

　　 But why is the content of the letter completely different after only a few days?

　　 Does the person who wrote the letter want Fat Gu to persevere or give up?

　　 What is it that persists and gives up?

　　 Zhou Yan looked at the densely packed paper, and there was a paste in his mind.

　　......

　　 "Woo——"

　　 There was a loud hum of cars, and a truck passed by Zhou Yan, calling back his confused thoughts.

　　 Zhou Yan shook his head and turned over the letter paper in his hand, trying to see if there was anything else written on the back of the letter paper.

　　 However, it did not.

　　 He helplessly folded the paper again and put it in his pocket.

　　 glanced across the envelope again.

　　 [Suihua City-Huanghe Road-Sunday Bar]

　　 is still this address, the same as last time.

　　 But... Zhou Yan searched on the Internet, this address does not exist at all.

　　 "Maybe, if you can find this bar, you can solve some puzzles...the key is not to find it!"

　　 Zhou Yan thought very depressed.

　　 At this moment...

　　 "Gurulu~"

　　 There was a growl of dissatisfaction in his stomach.

　　 Zhou Yan only then remembered that he hadn't eaten yet.

　　 Hunger made him finally realize that it is not a problem to keep staring at the letter on the road in a daze. So he quickly packed the letter, called a taxi, and drove towards his home, or Li Huan's.

　　 In the car, Zhou Yan sat in the back seat and continued to ponder what the letter wanted to express.

　　Thinking~Thinking~

　　 It's time to get off work now...so the road is congested.

　　 During this stop-and-go process, Zhou Yan seemed to be abrupt, and he really thought of something.

　　 He sat up straight from the rental back seat!

　　 "Yes! I am not just Zhou Yan, I am Zhou Yan!"

　　 He said with a flash of inspiration.

　　 Through the rearview mirror, the driver's master stared at the boy behind with a slight frown, wondering...what did this man say? Could it be that there is a problem with the brain?

　　Um...Well, what Zhou Yan said is really wrong.

　　 But his logic is fluent.

　　 Zhou Yan...not just himself.

　　 Before he was born again, there was also a Zhouyan in this world.

　　Although Zhou Yan in this world has no job, no education, no skills, eats every day and waits to die, and borrows usury, he is finally framed in jail, and he will be shot at all eyes.

　　 Uh... think about it this way, Zhou Yan in this world is really wasteful.

　　 But these are not important... The important thing is that Zhou Yan in this world has something to do with Fat Melon!

　　 Otherwise, why did he say he was a fat melon when he was sick?

　　 Maybe, Zhou Yan in this world is actually a writer, and he must know [Fat Melon], and even said that his own pen name is [Fat Melon]!

　　 It’s just that he is really not well-known, so no one knows him at all.

　　 This also explains why he keeps calling himself [Fat Melon] after being put in prison.

　　While writing novels, there is something wrong with his brain. After being imprisoned, this kind of mental problem was magnified because of anxiety, so he got schizophrenia!

　　 "Hiss..." Thinking about it, Zhou Yan not only took a sigh of relief for his intelligence. "Fuck, I actually explained it again!"

　　 He yelled like no one next to him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com felt as if he had found the truth, so he was very pleased and laughed a few times.

　　 "So! Just investigate the me before I crossed, maybe you can find some clues!"

　　 In the rear view, the driver looked at the weird man who was talking to himself, talking nonsense, and suddenly laughing from time to time, confirmed that this kid must have something wrong with his brain.

　　......

　　 An hour later, the taxi finally stopped downstairs in Li Huan Community.

　　 Zhou Yan got off the car...

　　 The driver found the opportunity and didn't ask for any money. He just ran away with a kick of the accelerator.

　　 Zhou Yan was bewildered, wondering what the driver was, and it became like this in a hurry. Give me a ride for nothing, don't you need the money?

　　 "Thank you~"

　　 He also waved at the exhaust of the taxi, thanking him.

　　 Then, he took out his cell phone.

　　 Light up the screen and enter the phone book page.

　　 There is an unnamed call in there.

　　 Zhou Yan stared at the call, hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind to dial the button.

　　 toot~toot~

　　 After a short busy tone...

　　 "Hello, this is Zou Mucai Law Firm, how can I help you?"

　　 A nice woman's voice sounded.

　　 Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, and he wondered, is there an assistant in the firm for the kind of lawyer whose surname is Zou? The sound is pretty nice.

　　 "I'm looking for Lawyer Zou." Zhou Yan adjusted his tone and asked.

　　 "Do you have an appointment, please?" asked on the other end of the phone.

　　 "There is no appointment...but you told the surname Zou, my name is Zhou Yan."