"Cry~"

It was clearly a store that had just opened, but the door shaft made a strange rust friction sound.

Zhou Yan walked into the bar.

Just like the outside, this is a very inconspicuous bar.

The lights were a little dim, and there were a few scattered tabs, facing the door, the bar counter, you could see rows of wine bottles on the wine rack. I don’t know if there were really so many kinds of wine or empty wine bottles for decoration.

Behind the bartender, there was a bartender wearing a very Western-style shirt, wiping a cup.

I don’t know where it is, but I vaguely put in the old English. Although Zhou Yan’s voice is not complete, I can tell at first that it is not the popular tone that young people like.

Anyway...it shouldn't be very popular with young people.

It was around 8 o'clock in the evening, and there was no customer in the booth, only a few of them sat in front of the bar, drinking wine all the time.

Zhou Yan was a little confused because... this place was so ordinary.

I have been looking for a place for so long, but it feels like this, just a small shop on the side of the road.

Like what the people in the book say:

‘Don’t go!’

‘The Sunday bar is dangerous!’

'You are not strong enough, you may die if you go!'

This kind of feeling is really not felt at all.

Even... Zhou Yan felt that this bar was a bit boring.

With this strange and uncommon emotion, Zhou Yan walked to the bar...

"Hello..." He greeted the bartender.

"Hello." The bartender raised his head, glanced at Zhou Yan, and replied.

In fact, Zhou Yan didn't know if the bartender looked at him, because his eyes seemed very slender and had been squinting. Under the dim light, Zhou Yan couldn't even be sure whether he was opening his eyes.

"Uh... May I ask, is this Sunday bar?" Zhou Yan asked again.

The bartender smiled: "Of course." As he said that, he also pointed to the door of the bar, meaning 'Didn't the sign at the door say?'

Yes, it doesn’t read at the door?

Suihua, Yellow River Road, Sunday Bar.

Although the locals would not call this [Yellow River Road], in the car, Zhou Yan was indeed on the side of the road and saw a road sign like [Yellow River Road].

So, here, it is indeed the address in the letter.

But......

But is that done?

Found this place yourself, and...it's over? Nothing happened?

"Give me a cup of Coke." Zhou Yan said.

"Sorry, this is a bar, there is no coke." The bartender said apologically.

"Well, then just do something."

The bartender nodded, and soon, he gave Zhou Yan a glass of wine that he couldn't even call. It was a bit sweet and delicious.

Zhou Yan just drank like this, waiting for something to happen, but nothing happened.

Except for the guests next to them leaving one after another, the place is dull and it seems that it is almost impossible to operate.

Finally, there were only Zhou Yan and the bartender left in the entire bar.

Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment.

"What's the name?" He was about to talk to the bartender.

"Barner." replied the bartender.

Well, it looks like this guy doesn't want to mention his name.

"Oh, that bartender, may I ask... have you heard of this person [Fat Gua]?" Zhou Yan asked again.

"Fat Melon?" The bartender was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure this is an individual, not a melon?"

"Well...I'm sure, it should be the pseudonym of a writer."

The bartender shook his head: "I have never heard of it, I don't like reading."

Zhou Yan frowned, and then he took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"The address on this letter is here, right."

The bartender put it down and wiped it for a long time and looked at the envelope.

It says-

【Suihua City-Huanghe Road-Sunday Bar

——Fat Melons harvest]

"emmm..." He pondered for a moment: "The address is indeed here, but I have never heard of the name [Fat Gua]."

Zhou Yan thought for a while: "Will it be the other employees here? They have some side jobs like writers, but you don't know..."

The bartender shook his head: "It shouldn't be, because I'm the only one here."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan was silent for a moment.

So, there is no such person as Fei Gua here?

Then why did the letter be sent to this place?

Just when Zhou Yan was a little confused...

With a "squeak~", the door was pushed open.

Zhou Yan looked behind him and saw a man with a mask walking into the bar.

This man was wearing a wrinkled suit, a little hunched back, a high hairline, and his eyes were the kind of triangular eyes that were not very good-looking. He wore a mask and couldn't see his face very much.

"Oh~ I'm back~" The man waved his hand at the bartender, then walked around the bar and walked to the back of the bar.

During this process, the man seemed to have looked at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan also looked at him, with his eyes facing each other, Zhou Yan... It seemed that he felt that he had seen these eyes somewhere.

But under the dim light, he remembered nothing.

"Didn't you just say that you are the only employee in this bar?" Zhou Yan said in confusion.

"Yes, that guy just now was not an employee, just a friend. If he could do some work, I would be grateful." So he smiled helplessly.

"Oh." Zhou Yan nodded, and then continued to sit for a while.

Still nothing happened...

Just when he felt that all this might end in such a dull way.

"Cry~"

The door was pushed open again.

He walked in alone.

Zhou Yan looked over and found that he was a man in his thirties.

Some are chubby and have good skin, but fat people generally have good skin. There are some stubble on their lips and temples, as if they were just scratched a few days ago, but they have grown again after staying up late these days.

With glasses, my facial features are quite concentrated, so I look a little big and wearing very thick clothes makes my body look fatter, which is not slim.

"Huh~" It's a little cold today.

As soon as the man entered the door, he said this. After that, he walked to the bar and sat down: "Old look, big beer, add more ice!"

He rubbed his ears that were red from cold and said, "It seems that he is a regular visitor here...

The bartender smiled, turned around and went to make a cold beer: "Work overtime again?"

The man nodded: "Yes, I was about to get off work, and another patient came, hey..."

Zhou Yan looked at the chubby guest... and noticed that he was carrying a shoulder bag that didn't match his outfit, which was cowardly inside, as if a ball of white fabric was stuffed.

"Uh..." Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment: "Hello, are you... a doctor?"
Chapter completed!