"VIP card?" The bartender was stunned: "What is that?"

"Ah???!!" Zhou Yan couldn't hold himself any longer: "Don't have a VIP card?"

"No." The bartender said blankly.

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

"Um...is that so?" the bartender looked nonchalant.

Zhou Yan was a little angry: "What the hell, aren't you a staff member of this bar? Why are you asking me this question! So do you have any VIP cards?"

"No."

"But the security guard said yes!"

"The security guard has gigantism and is not very bright. Maybe he remembered it wrong," the bartender explained.

"Hiss——" Zhou Yan felt an indescribable strangeness.

Now that I think about it again, the corridor outside the VIP box was completely dark. This 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 we haven't had time to repair it yet."

"This..." Zhou Yan frowned. This explanation sounded reasonable, but why did he always feel that the bartender just found an excuse to excuse himself.

"Then, what's in the VIP box?" Zhou Yan continued to ask as if he didn't let go.

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

"That's it? Is this the VIP box?"

"Yeah, isn't that enough? That sofa is a high-end brand." The bartender was still nonchalant. He had been polishing the goblet in his hand for almost 5 minutes, and he still had no intention of stopping.

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

He's already here. Regardless of whether there are any clues about Fatty Melon in this bar, he still has to take a look around.

And there is something wrong with that VIP box, otherwise why would such a large security guard be guarding it?

unexpectedly.......

"Uh..." the bartender said in a long voice.

"Hey, you're not making it up now, are you?"

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

"Yes!" Zhou Yan replied immediately.

"The VIP box in our bar only accepts Sherlock-level detectives," the bartender said.

"What! What!?" Zhou Yan wondered loudly.

He even wondered if he heard it wrong. In this small town, there probably wasn't even a decent detective agency. A VIP box required a Sherlock-level detective to enter.

Isn't this a joke!

It's not that Zhou Yan looks down on this bar... If only Sherlock-level people can enter, then this VIP box will be decorated in vain.

Because until this place closes, it is unlikely that a Sherlock-level detective will step into this bar!

"Are you crazy? You want a top-notch detective in such a box?"

"Yeah, that's our rule!" the bartender responded.

"I...I..." Zhou Yan didn't know what to say for a moment. If the security guard with gigantism hadn't been guarding the door, Zhou Yan would have rushed in by now.

Already.

He was very helpless.

However, Zhou Yan would definitely not be so obedient.

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

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

Isn't this nonsense?

Therefore, Zhou Yan decided to sit here and waste time.

That security guard must have had time to go to the bathroom!

Even if he doesn't go to the toilet, he must have time to get off work. Anyway, he certainly can't stand there all the time.

And as soon as he left, he rushed in immediately. No matter what happened, he opened the door of the VIP box first and took a look. Even if he was thrown out by the security guard after watching, it was not in vain.

With his thoughts at this point, Zhou Yan actually felt a little sarcastic.

Tsk, if you want to fight me, you guys who open bars are not qualified!

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

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

"Nothing, just crush the coffee beans for me and brew them. I want to drink it!"

"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?"

"Sure, just do as I say, I won't give you less money!" Zhou Yan said forcefully.

Just like that, Zhou Yan took a cup of tea brewed directly from coffee beans and sat at a position where he could see the corridor, preparing to stay up all night and wait for the opportunity.

One hour......

Two hours...

The guests came and went all night, and came and went again.

The sun shone on the floor of the bar until the early morning of the next day.

Zhou Yan finally couldn't stand it any longer, and walked to the bar tremblingly.

"Drink...Brother bartender, aren't you off work?"

"Oh?" The bartender looked like he was fine: "Our bar is open 24 hours a day."

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

The bartender squinted his eyes and responded with a smile: "I won't sleep..."

God doesn’t fucking sleep!

But after a night, the bartender really didn't look sleepy at all.

And the security guard at the back didn’t even go to the toilet the whole night!

Something's wrong!

There is absolutely something wrong with this bar!

There must be something wrong with the people inside!

Oh, by the way, there was also the guy wearing a mask yesterday. Didn’t he go in through this corridor? Then where did he go? Why did he never come out after he went in?

Zhou Yan's whole body felt bad.

I thought it was an ordinary bar, but now that I think about it, everything seems weird!

His brain started to buzz, and the coffee all night put him in a state of extreme sleepiness, but he couldn't fall asleep.

"Damn it!" Zhou Yan slapped the bar counter hysterically: "I'm telling you, I'm a detective, and I now suspect that there are illegal items hidden in your VIP box! So, open the door for me quickly!"

Zhou Yan started to talk nonsense.

But the bartender just glanced at Zhou Yan...

"Is there a search warrant?"

"No!"

"No way!"

"What am I..."

Zhou Yan is really at his wits end, he doesn't want to get in, he doesn't want to eat anything soft or hard, he can't get in even though a door is right in front of him!

And at this moment when Zhou Yan was helpless...

Sudden......

Bell~Ling~Ling~

His cell phone rang.

Zhou Yan answered the phone angrily: "Hey, who is it?"

"We are the 19th City District Police Bureau." A man's voice came on the phone: "Is this Mr. Zhou Yan?"

Zhou Yan was stunned: "Yeah?"

"Excuse me, did you take driver Zhang San's taxi yesterday?"

"What the fuck? Third brother's name is really Zhang San!" Zhou Yan was stunned and quickly responded: "Yes, I have been there."

"Oh, let me tell you now that Zhang San killed someone..."
Chapter completed!