The name shown on the map is the same as Old Man Morey's, Bob's Tavern, and the landmark is written like this.

Goering drove as fast as he could. Li Yimeng, who just appeared, has been habitually ignored by everyone.

Goering parked the car in an open, iron-fenced open space outside the tavern. Now the sky is overcast, the wind is blowing outside, and the inside of the car seems to be very warm.

"Ding Ding Ding,"

Goering's cell phone rang.

"Hey, that one?" asked Goering, habitually.

"Do you still want to take a leave of absence today?" the other end of the phone went straight to the point, and the tone didn't seem to want to waste time.

"That's right. Goering politely returned, "I'm still a little unwell today, so I won't come to work." ”

"I see, but Goering I have to warn you that if you take two days off in a row, this month's bonus will be gone. The man sighed, kindly reminding.

Goering smiled mildly and returned, "I'm sick. I can't help it, thank you, David. ”

The phone was hung up. Goering smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know what that kid Morpheus thinks, isn't it good to stay in a bookstore and be the boss? ”

Grace patted Goering on the shoulder, comforting him.

The Bob tavern in front of it is very quaint, and there is no light on the door, so it is estimated that the people who open this shop and the people who come to live here have the same temperament.

The three of them walked through the door.

The decoration inside also continues the style of the outside, which is simple and atmospheric, like a hotel with a sense of age precipitation.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man with his cheeks covered by newspapers, lying on a chair at nearly 180 degrees, with a fat figure and a deafening sound.

I should be asleep, but this heart is really big enough, the door of the store is open like this, but I am lying in it and falling asleep, I don't know if there is a guy or something. Ginger sake gently patted the thick brown wooden table. The three of them stared at the middle-aged man like this, wondering if he would be the Bob.

The middle-aged man seemed to sense something, as if his body moved, and then let out a burst of snorts, stretched out his hand and slowly removed the newspaper blocking his face, this is a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, and I don't know if he has drunk alcohol, at this time his face is red and his ears are red, and his eyes are a little confused.

Seeing the three of them, they were stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What are you doing?"

It seems that he really drank too much, Jiang Qingjiu returned with a smile: "The three of us are here to stay at the hotel." “

The middle-aged man first stood up with a little sway, stunned, and reacted after only a few seconds, his eyes looked bright, and his smile was almost flattering.

"Stay, good, good, ask for a few rooms. “

It seems that when it comes to the business of the store, even if he is drunk, he can sober up immediately.

"Are you Mr. Bob, please?" Jiang asked as he looked through the room brochure handed over by the middle-aged man, pretending to be nonchalant.

Grace and Goering also quietly watched the middle-aged man's performance.

The middle-aged man was stunned, burped a full of wine, and smiled embarrassedly, neither admitting nor denying it. On the contrary, his eyes were full of a hint of vigilance,

"Why did the gentleman suddenly ask about this? “

The three of them observed the vigilance in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and Grace and Goering thought to themselves: Oh no, Bob is withdrawn, and the reason why he ran to the beach to open a hotel was to forget those things, and now the three of them came to the door because of those things, even with the letter from Old Man Morey, it is difficult to ask for news from him.

However, Jiang Qingjiu was not in a hurry, he had already thought of his words, and naturally said: "Oh, nothing, it's just that the sign hanging outside doesn't say Bob's Tavern? “

The middle-aged man smiled and replied, "That's right, I'm Bob." What do you call the three?"

"Grace. "Goering. “

"Just call me wine. “

The three of them shook hands one by one, and talked casually, this Bob did not seem to be as withdrawn as Old Man Morey and Father Doug had said, but seemed very lively and enthusiastic.

"Mr. Wine, are you from the Eastern Chinese Country?" Goering asked curiously, during this time, whether it was in the newspapers or on TV, almost all of them were reporting about the mysterious monks of the East, which made him have an inexplicable sense of anticipation for the yellow-skinned ginger sake.

Jiang Sake replied directly: "Mr. Bob, you are right, I am from Oriental China. “

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him was really said by himself, Bob laughed happily, put his shoulder with Jiang Qingjiu, took out the newspaper that was blocking him, pointed to a piece of news on it and asked,

"Mr. Jiu, since you are from Oriental Huaxia, I would like to ask you if some of the things written above about Huaxia are true?"

From the newspaper, I could feel a faint smell of wine, Jiang Sake gently pushed the newspaper aside, it was nothing more than a description of the Xi'an City incident, but these Europeans and Americans have always had some understanding of Oriental culture, and many of the things written on it have been divorced from reality, and even the monks probably don't know that they can have such great skills.

"Half-truths. "Ginger sake can only return like this.

It seems that there is indeed an existence in this world that is unimaginable to mortals, Bob sighed silently in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rubber wheels rolling on wooden planks from the depths of the corridor to the right of the counter.

The voice got closer and closer, and then out came an old man in a wheelchair, his face covered with large black spots. There was barely much gray hair left on his head, and he looked haggard, and asked,

"Zhelun, a guest?"

"Yes, Dad. Bob, who was standing next to Jiang Qingjiu, returned with a hint of respect in his tone.

The old man's voice was vicissitudes of life, and his expression was cold.

Could it be that this old man is the Bob that Old Man Morey and Father Doug talked about, Jiang Sake roughly pushed the time, and it should be the one in the wheelchair.

Old Bob looked at the three of Jiang Sake with unkind eyes, and Little Bob stepped forward and said impatiently: "Dad, how many times have I told you, don't stare at the guests with your eyes, there are already many guests who have been scared away by you." “

Old Bob withdrew his gaze, turned his wheelchair with both hands, and silently left the front of the store.

Little Bob seemed to be due to a small episode just now, as if he was afraid that the three of them would run away too late, and quickly checked in for the three of them.

The three of them didn't bring any luggage, asked for two rooms, and quickly moved in. Goering and Ginger sake are in one room, and Grace is in a separate room.

Because it is a seaside tavern, it is very close to the sea, and the edge that can be seen by the naked eye is the endless sea, and you can reach the golden sand beach after walking more than 200 meters, and the scenery is really good.

Dinner was served in the tavern, a medium-rare steak, and Bob explained that he couldn't eat it because the wine was Oriental.

After dinner, the only one in the restaurant said it was a tourist from the United States, and left the store to take a walk on the beach.

At this time, the store seemed more quiet, and little Bob said that he was going to the town to buy daily necessities, and he had already gone out, and he seemed to be very relieved to the 'travelers' who lived here.

Grace seemed to be very tired, and went back to the room early, saying that she was going to sleep. Goering was talking to his immediate boss because of his work, and looking at his sweaty appearance, it seemed that the other party must not be a good talkative leader.

Jiang Sake was bored and walked out of the room, and his mind couldn't help but recall the old Bob's gaze at them. Does he know what we're trying to do?

Looking at the gloomy sky outside, I couldn't help but think of Li Yimeng again, this person seemed to have important news about the chaos in Ducheng. However, there has been no progress on the situation on Cavendi's side now, and the truth of what Li Yimeng said is worth studying, so let's not think about him first.

Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but walk to the empty pool.

This pool is not small, but because of the cold weather, there is no water in it. On the opposite side there is a wide platform with this plank.

It was him! Old Bob sat there as if looking at the sea.

Jiang Sake walked over cautiously.

At this time, the wind outside was a little strong, and the clothes and hair of old Bob and Jiang sake were constantly dancing, like wild horses on the loose.

Jiang sake stood quietly beside old Bob,

Old Bob just gave him a bland look, and then continued to look at the calm sea.

Jiang Sake took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to Old Bob. Old Bob happily caught it and expertly took it in his mouth.

The two of them spat out a puff of smoke.

Old Bob put away his cold face and squeezed his brow into a rare smile. "Good smoke, lad. ”

Immediately after, he turned his wheelchair again, faced Jiang Qingjiu, and looked at Jiang Qingjiu with empty eyes,

"Young man, you don't just come to the hotel. ”

"You're right," Jiang Sake didn't intend to hide anything, the smoke blowing on his cheeks, making his gaze a little hazy, "Our purpose is indeed not just to stay in a hotel. ”

"I guess it has something to do with the mountains on the German side. Old Bob asked, then added, "I've been there before." ”

Jiang Qingjiu nodded, he thought that now should be the time, randomly shouted a cigarette in his mouth, reached into the pocket inside his clothes and took out the letter written by Old Man Morey and Father Doug.

"After reading this, you must understand," Jiang Sake handed the letter to the old man.

Old Bob looked serious, and it seemed that it had something to do with those things.