Detective Training Manual - Chapter 550

As said above, since it is a story, it is impossible to have an end.

Zhou Yan was chatting with the chubby doctor around him. They discussed some of the relationship between each other and the difference between books and reality. This kind of weird chat content made the two people more dizzy and more talked. The more confused, but also exceptionally relaxed, a glass of beer followed by a glass, gradually getting drunk, Zhou Yan finally fell on the bar.

“gentlemen?”

“Sir…wake up.”

“We are about to close here…”

A few soft calls pulled Zhou Yan’s consciousness back. He shook his still somewhat unconscious head, straightened up, and found himself lying on the bar counter.

It seems that he really drank a lot last night.

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Zhou Yan wiped the saliva from his mouth, got up to go around the bar, and wash his face in the restroom at the back.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Zhou Yan looked around and saw the empty tables and chairs all around, as well as the empty wine glasses on the table, a little stunned.

“Where are they?” Zhou Yan asked subconsciously.

“They?” The bartender next to him also followed his gaze and glanced at the empty bar: “Are you talking about the guests? Of course they are all gone.”

While talking, the bartender pointed to the wall clock on the wall: “Look, sir, it’s five o’clock in the morning now, our bar is not open 24 hours, so…”

Zhou Yan naturally understood what the bartender meant. It was closed, the door was closed, and the guests should also go home.

But… is he going to drive me away?

The outside world is paralyzed, where can I go?

And… why do you call me “Mr.” so politely? It’s as if you are really a bartender and I am really a guest in this bar.

Zhou Yan looked at him inexplicably. The bartender was still wearing a professionally representative vest and shirt. His small eyes were tight and he could barely see his pupils. However… Zhou Yan seemed to perceive something sharply. …..

Although this person looks exactly like the bartender before he got drunk last night, they are definitely not the same person.

At this time, it felt so strange that Zhou Yan was stunned for a while, not knowing what expression to make.

At this moment…

“Drip~drip~”

A few cars croaked.

Zhou Yan’s body trembled abruptly, he walked to the door of the bar with a hangover in his head, and then pushed the door open.

The wind rushed in at 5 o’clock in the morning, and there was still some unique smell of sulfur and saltpetre in the wind. A cleaning car passed in front of Zhou Yan, making several whistles from time to time.

“Car…?” Zhou Yan couldn’t believe his eyes. How could there be a car driving on the road after the world collapsed.

He immediately rushed over and chased the clean car. Fortunately, the car drove extremely slowly, so Zhou Yan chased it and patted the door vigorously.

The driver’s master turned his head in doubt, looked at the silly man outside through the window, and slowly pulled over and stopped the car.

“What are you doing?” he asked, rolling down the car window.

Zhou Yan’s breathing began to short, he didn’t know what to ask, and finally…:

“You… do you have any memories?” he asked.

The driver frowned, then looked Zhou Yan up and down, and instead of answering him, he rolled up the window.

Through the glass, Zhou Yan saw the driver picking up the microphone in the car, and he could vaguely hear his voice: “The man behind, there is a brain problem on 15th Street. He sees the distance and knocks. Who will be wronged again…”

Zhou Yan staggered… He looked around and found that the ground was full of red debris after the firecrackers were set off. Farther away, there was the sound of wind brought out by cars passing by.

“What’s the matter?” Zhou Yan circled in place. He saw that although the traffic flow in the distance was sparse, it was no longer as congested as apocalyptic as he remembered. The early morning sun had not fully bloomed, and some street lights flickered brightly and darkly. In the corner, a few cleaners walked out, complaining and began to clean up the garbage on the ground.

It was an ordinary morning, with no major power outages and no people with amnesia. The catastrophe directed by the Criminal Club seemed to have never happened.

“Could it be…” Zhou Yan thought of a possibility at this moment, only this possibility: “The plot? Has it been changed?”

He immediately turned around and ran towards the bar. However, when he came to the door of the bar again, he found that the bar had closed the door, and the sign at the door said ‘business hours, 22:00-5 a.m.’.

This is the opening hours of a normal bar…

“Haha—hahaha—”

Inexplicably, Zhou Yan smiled. He rubbed the hair that should have not been washed for months, but he could not feel the dirty touch of his hands. Recalling the memories of the end times before, he even had a kind of indiscretion. Qing is not dreaming.

In this way, Zhou Yan began to walk in a certain direction along the street, and the sun gradually rose. For the first time in his life, he felt the sun dispelling the night so clearly. The cold temperature in early spring warmed up a little bit, and the pedestrians on the street. It also started to increase.

Last night…it was the new year.

A very ordinary New Year, completely different from what I remembered.

Zhou Yan walked and walked, the traffic and noise filled the world again, and he even felt that it was a pleasure to be bathed in the noise, until the phone rang.

Zhou Yan answered the phone and saw that the caller ID was Lin Xi.

He answered the phone and put it to his ear…

“Hey?”

“Do you know what time it is now?” Lin Xi’s voice rang from the other side of the phone~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zhou Yan leaned against the wall, trying to make his voice less trembling.

“Am I… late?”

“Nonsense, give you half an hour, I can’t see you, this month’s bonus…what’s wrong with your voice?”

“Haha—” Zhou Yan laughed, rubbing the water stains on his face: “It’s nothing, I drank too much last night and had a nightmare?”

“So… you were scared to cry by nightmares?” Lin Xi’s tone was full of suspiciousness.

“Probably.”

“…” Lin Xi was silent for a while: “This reason is far worse than the reason you made up before, half an hour, give me a job!”

The phone was just hung up.