The "restaurant" that Zheng Siming refers to is actually a bar.

Colorful light signs are hung on the door, but because it is daytime, the light bulbs inside are not lit, otherwise it should be very dirty.

The name of this bar is "Wine 8".

Fang Zhe's first impression of this shop was two words, really ugly.

The store is located in the deepest part of a remote alley, far from the bustling downtown business district.

The exterior of the shops in the entire alley belongs to the unique style of private houses in Haixi City, which is built with earth-red bricks and blue-gray tiles, and the high eaves are rain drains in the shape of carp, with a big round snow-white mouth, which is called "dripping beast" by the locals.

The architecture of the shop is unique to the local culture, and it is simple and textured. But the bar's door looks like a waist-high wooden door from a western cowboy movie.

There is a half, and a corner is broken.

By the door, there was a big fat man who was nearly 180 pounds, because his buttocks were too big and his legs were too thick, so that he couldn't see the high stool he was sitting on, but made people think that he was hanging in the air.

The fat man was holding a fan in one hand and shaking it in his face, and the other hand was sending a popsicle to his mouth.

His slightly narrowed eyes stared straight at the two unfamiliar faces outside the door, full of vigilance.

Zheng Siming first took out the documents in his pocket, and then said to Fang Zhe very seriously: "I'll go in later, don't say a word." ”

Fang Zhe nodded very obediently, and when he arrived here, Zheng Siming introduced that this bar was actually a gathering place for all the people who had lost control in the local area.

It's not that all those who are out of control are extremely dangerous.

Some of those who are out of control are not in high danger and will not have any impact or consequences on the outside world, they are all tacitly acquiesced, and they will not be sent to the Custody and Supervision Department for containment and detention.

But because you can't just leave it alone, but you can't spend too much manpower and material resources to keep an eye on this group of people, so, bars like this were born.

It's like a special shelter that brings together these relatively safe runaways, where you can show off your quirks without pretending. Here, you can vent your emotions without restraint.

Of course, the premise is that it does not cause serious repercussions to others and does not undermine the stability of the order.

The out-of-control people in the command and operations department arrest the out-of-control people who are highly harmful, and the relatively safe out-of-control people supervise each other and check and balance each other.

Human beings are a complex species with seven emotions and six desires. Almost everyone will experience psychological disorders, such as emotional fluctuations and disorders caused by falling out of love, falling off the list, interpersonal conflicts, disorders in life rules and even abnormal behaviors, personality deviations, etc., which are emotional disorders caused by real problems, which will become psychological disorders.

And the latest, listen to the song at twelve o'clock in the morning.

If it is not serious, it is good to self-regulate, and if it is serious, you need to see a psychologist. Leaving it unchecked, self-regulation is incapacitated, and mental illness can develop.

Everyone has quirks. Some quirks don't affect others, while others cause serious effects on others.

But whether it's a quirk or a psychological disorder, it's likely to be the main factor in falling out of control.

Bars like this, which are open exclusively to those who have lost control, exist by default in the eyes of the Processing Bureau, and they call them "restaurants".

The "restaurant" has become the Garden of Eden for these relatively safe runaways, and has also become a special source of intelligence for the Processing Bureau.

Fang Zhe knew that Zheng Siming brought him here to see if he could collect information about the case, but the main purpose was to let him know that there was such a place, so that he could come here to find information when he had no clue about handling the case alone in the future.

The fat man looked at the documents, and he moved his position with difficulty, so that the two of them could enter smoothly.

Inside the bar, it's deserted, there aren't many people, and soothing music surrounds every corner, making people sleepy.

At the bar, there was a young man wiping a cup, and he wiped it very carefully with a white cloth.

Zheng Siming knocked lightly on the table: "I'm looking for a manager." ”

The young man looked up at the man in front of him, and the work at hand did not stop, nor did he answer.

"First-level investigator of the Processing Bureau, Zheng Siming."

Zheng Siming was not annoyed, and softly reported his name and position. He knew the rules, and if he wanted to see the manager, he had to be a first-class investigator or higher.

This is a tacit agreement between the two parties.

I'll keep you safe, and you'll give me what I need.

The young man finally stopped wiping his glass, and he moved his head slightly in the direction of the bar, signaling that the manager was inside.

"Thank you." Zheng Siming got up, and then walked in front of Fang Zhe: "I have to meet the person in charge of this shop alone, you just find a place to sit casually, remember, don't order, don't eat anything here, including liquids that look like water." Don't take the initiative to talk to others, as guests here don't usually pick up with others, so you can sit quietly and be fine. They won't be dangerous, just don't cause a commotion, don't worry, I'll come out as soon as possible. ”

Fang Zhe took a deep breath, he nodded, and then asked, "Then why did you bring me in." ”

Zheng Siming smiled: "Anyway, you have to contact sooner or later." ”

After speaking, he walked inside, Fang Zhe had no choice but to find a position near the corner and sit down.

The bar was already deserted, and after no one spoke, it became quieter, and only the sound of music remained.

At the beginning, Fang Zhe was quite peaceful, obediently sitting in the corner against the wall, not daring to move, his eyes were staring at his crotch.

He didn't dare to play with his phone, who knows who here would have any quirks about his phone?

But after being bored like this for a few minutes, Fang Zhe couldn't hold it back, and he began to look at the bar.

Old-fashioned oil lamps, dim light, and gray tones are no different from normal bars.

The young man at the front desk was still wiping his glass as if it was covered with dirt.

The big fat man was still guarding the door, shaking the fan while stuffing popsicles into his mouth, and then Fang Zhe found that there was a white plastic box at the fat man's feet, which was full of popsicles pressed by ice cubes.

At a table three tables away, there sat a bespectacled, seemingly quiet young girl, sitting there, her head bowed slightly, her mouth chewing on something.

In front of the girl, there was a white glass plate with something on it. Fang Zhe thought at first that people were eating melon seeds, but after taking a closer look at the things on the plate, he realized that he was too naïve.

On the white glass plate, there is a small pile of transparent nails, and the girl is holding a piece and slowly sending it to her mouth, eating it very elegantly.

Look at the size of the fingernail that is sent to the mouth, it should be on the thumb.

Fang Zhe praised his observation in his heart, and then held back the discomfort in his stomach and forcibly shifted his vision elsewhere.

Not far from where the girl was sitting, sat a man who seemed to be in his thirties.

That guy was tilting his head, supporting his cheek with one hand, and smiling at Fang Zhe.

“。。。”

Looking at each other, Fang Zhe immediately shifted his head back like an electric shock, and then continued to stare at his crotch, one alpaca after another running by in his heart.

The man's smile was really weird, like a.

Immediately after, Fang Zhe clearly heard the sound of tables and chairs moving, his eyes widened, and he kept praying that what he was afraid of would not happen.

However, according to Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more it happens. A deep male voice rang in his ears.

"Cipher."

Fang Zhe looked up mechanically and saw that the man just now was standing beside him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

In this smile, there seems to be a hidden feeling that if you don't respond obediently, the other party will go berserk in the next second.

"I suspect that Zheng Siming's mouth has been opened, doesn't it mean that the people here won't pick up with others at will?"

Fang Zhe thought about it for a while, and saw that the man was still waiting, so he had to stretch out his hands and make a random gesture: "Aba. . . Abba Aba. ”

However, his acting skills of pretending to be dumb this time didn't seem to work, the man shook his head, and continued to say with a smile: "Password." ”

“。。。”

Fang Zhe looked into the bar as if asking for help, Zheng Siming didn't come out, and then looked, the man at the front desk was still wiping his wine glass, the fat man continued to eat popsicles, and the girl was still chewing with her head down.

It's as if everything that's happening here, no one can see.

The man seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Fang Zhe's ignorance, the smile on his face was a little colder, and his voice became slightly louder, he urged: "Password." ”

"Alibaba?"

"Heavenly King Cover the Tiger?"

"Earthquake Gaogang, a group of streams and mountains through the ages?"

Fang Zhe compromised and said five or six ciphers in one breath, but the man still shook his head and continued to repeat the sentence: "Cipher." ”

Fang Zhe was a little devastated, if it weren't for Zheng Siming's explanation not to cause a commotion, he would have wanted to ask Xia Ran to come out and say the right code.

Sighing helplessly, Fang Zhe had no choice but to take out the things at the bottom of the box, and he cleared his throat: "Fat Tiger Doctor? ”

This time, the man finally didn't repeat those two words, he just shook it for a moment, and then walked back to his position with a blank face, as if he was mentally polluted.