Maybe it's just me, or maybe they're really idle.

I banged on the table, and several women around me, who were also sitting on high stools, all looked at me at the same time.

I saw that their eyes seemed to be communicating something, and finally the woman closest to me sat next to me with a smile.

The woman was dressed in a long skirt in the style of a cheongsam with high slits and two slender jade arms, and the colorful tattoo on the back arm could be faintly seen.

“Cide

Thank you!" to the bartender.

She turned her head to look at me, her maroon lips slightly furled: "Handsome guy, this is the first time you're here?

I smiled the same way: "How can you see that?"

She laughed generously: "Who can order a cocktail as soon as it comes up?"

"It's a long night, and it's such a high-alcohol wine at the beginning, don't you want to enjoy life in the middle of the night?"

She smiled skillfully, her heavy makeup eyeshadow bent into a crescent moon, and her little finger painted the same color as her lips, which seemed to be on the back of my hand, intentionally or unintentionally.

I withdrew my hand without a trace.

Although I don't often come to the bar to play - it was the first time I came to the bar alone.

But that doesn't mean I'm a junior brother who doesn't know anything.

The bartender brought the woman's cider, and I waved my hand: "This cup is on my head!"

The woman smiled even more.

"The little brother is generous!"

I sipped my cocktail, the unpalatable alcohol irritating my tongue and making me not want to swallow it at all, so I had to let the drink tumble in my mouth and turn flat as my saliva melted.

I chatted with the woman without a word: "Does the young lady come here often?"

"That's right. That's where I work. "The woman didn't want to hide anything at all, and she spoke generously, without feeling any shame.

She let go like this, and I tried it a little bit like this, but it made me feel that I was too villainous.

But since this woman is stationed here, then she must have seen my wife and Brother Li, right?

I pulled out a picture of my wife, put my phone on the bar, and gently pushed it through.

"Little sister, have you ever seen this person?"

The woman didn't look down at my phone at all, but her face collapsed directly, and she seemed to be very unhappy and simply said, "No!"

I frowned and asked again, "Is there really none?"

The woman changed her previous smile and said directly, "No!"

I frowned, and since she wouldn't look at it, I took the phone back.

She doesn't help, there are a lot of people here.

The woman was also good at observing words and feelings, and when she saw that I was a little unhappy, she immediately changed her face again, and smiled as brightly as before.

It's like she's never refused.

She slowed her voice and explained, "Little brother, it's not that I don't help you. Just ......"

"It's just to help you find someone or something, it's not in line with the rules in our business. ”

I looked at the woman, and the woman turned her head slightly to look around, and when she saw that no one was paying attention to this, she whispered.

"Many sisters who have gone ashore are living very well now, we have rules, and when the sisters go ashore, they naturally have no contact with before. On our side, naturally, we can't reveal any information about her. ”

"Over time, in this kind of place, if you want to inquire about people, whether it is a man or a woman, old or young, we will not be able to answer you, little brother. ”

"I really didn't mean it, little brother, don't be angry!"

Listening to her explanation, I can understand it.

Now that Congliang has gone ashore, so long and his previous experience have been written off.

Changed his face, changed the city and became a new person.

Then the former people, the previous contacts, all came to naught, and no longer interacted.

Maybe this is similar to washing hands in the golden basin in ancient times, right?

It's just that one is a famous hero, and the other is a ninth-rate ......

Speaking of which, it's still a little sad?

I couldn't help but gulp down a sip of my cocktail.

The alcohol and bubbles went straight to my throat, making my nasal cavity itch and my tear ducts a little uncontrollable.

I could only inhale through my nose and hold my eyes.

After all, isn't my wife like that?

Crazy enough abroad, tired of playing, returned home, said goodbye to the life he once had, chose to find an honest person, and continued to live the rest of his life.

said goodbye to her past and past, broke off contact, and regained her life.

Isn't my wife a more advanced dancer than the dancers in this bar?

It's just that my wife, she can't do what she said she did, and cut off contact with her forever and ever.

The lotus root is broken.

Is she not tired of playing, or is she still closely connected to the crazy years of the past by the unbroken threads of the past?

The dancer in a dance hall on the side of the road still knows how to cut it in two, and knows that the past is the past and the future is the future.

My wife also went to college anyway, so why is she so ignorant?

Or is it that, as Liu Dongsheng said, the so-called foreign universities are just mixed with diplomas and gold-plated, and they can only learn to the dirty panic and disorder, the beastly irrationality, or the "freedom" of capitalism?

Since the woman with the reddish-brown lipstick didn't want to say it, I couldn't force her.

Draining the few remaining cocktails in my glass, I stood up.

Under the regretful gaze of the woman next door, I straightened my clothes and walked out.

Since this woman can't say or help me identify Brother Li and his wife, then the other dancers and waiters in this bar should be the same, and they can't help me in this regard.

Then it makes no sense to continue to stay here, and you can't come up with anything.

It's better to look at the commissary at the door of the bar, the store that sells sundries, have you known and seen these two people.

But no matter how much you think about it, it's futile to ask.

With so many people coming and going, coming and going, and they are just other shops in the doorway, how can they pay attention to strangers entering this bar?

Besides, in this kind of place, most of the wives don't come often.

In that case, the last option can only be used.

Camera.

I noticed when I was walking around the bar before, there were a lot of cameras in the bar, and they were all working.

Although there are no cameras installed in the private rooms, there are many dead spots in the corridors.

But it should be able to determine whether the wife and Brother Li have entered the same private room, and who else has entered the private room.

I don't know what they're doing in the private room, though.

However, at least it can be characterized that their relationship is abnormal.

I immediately searched for the monitoring room.