I took a taxi to the No. 2 intersection of Nanjing West Road, turned left at the intersection and walked for another minute or so, and I saw a five-star hotel, which is Nanji Bar.

I'm wearing a SpongeBob SquarePants short-sleeved shirt and cropped pants, and I'm dressed very ordinary.

At the bottom of Nanji Bar is KTV, and above is the suite. The bar was crowded with all kinds of men and women, as well as a lot of "young ladies" and dancers. Nanhime Bar is huge, and the people who come here are either upper-class people or people who are having a special day.

When I entered the bar, I was greeted by a "young lady".

"Miss" naturally grabbed my wrist, and looked at me with a charming smile on the corner of her mouth before she spoke: "Mr. Miansheng is not a frequent customer, may I ask Mr. Housing or drinking?" ”

"Well," I looked at her, she did look beautiful, but unfortunately she was just a lady at the bar, but she should make a lot of money working here, right? It's a pity that she looked away, and I wasn't rich. I withdrew her arm and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry Miss, I don't live or drink, I'm here to find someone." ”

"Looking for someone?" Surprisingly, she was not like all "young ladies", angry because she lost "fat", and she still had a gentle smile on her face, "Who is Mr. looking for?" Maybe I'll know. ”

"Well, you know for sure. His name is Wan Yan, and he is the bartender here. ”

"Wan Yan? Are you looking for him? How did you know him? ”

She looked at me with a questioning expression.

"Uh-yes, I'm looking for Wan Yan, what's the problem?"

She shook her head, seeming disappointed, and said, "It's nothing, I just don't think you can know someone like Wan Yan." He's right there. ”

She pointed to a young man in the middle of the counter.

The young man's hair was dyed with white hair, and he was not a good man at first glance, and his eyes were also sneaky on some good-looking women, but his bartending movements were smooth and skillful, and he was an excellent bartender at first glance.

"Is he Wan Wan?" I really can't imagine that an outstanding student like Zhang Xianyao would have such a "social" brother, and it is really necessary to confirm it again.

"Of course he's a million, who doesn't know the guests and employees of Nanji's bar." She rolled her eyes disdainfully, her eyes full of disdain, "Mr. doesn't know him when he looks at you, and it is impossible to know a scoundrel like Wan Yan when you look at you." ”

"Anyway, sir, you don't know how filthy this Wan Yan is. What he likes most is to see those good-looking women who come here, several rich wives have a leg with him, he takes advantage of those good-looking women to get drunk, when the man is not there, he tricks others to bed, and then after having a relationship, those women dare not speak, and they will be blackmailed by Wan Yan. Do you say that Wan Yan is a human being? If it weren't for Wan Yan's father being the manager here, he would have been fired a long time ago. ”

"Sir, although I'm just a person sitting on the stage, I still don't want you to make friends with someone like Wan Yan."

I looked at the young man in the center of the counter who couldn't come back to my senses for more than a long time, didn't I go to sue him? But it's also true that for the ignorant, reputation is more important than legal power.

I nodded to the "young lady", thanked her for her kindness, and walked to the bar under her knife.

Wan Yan glanced at me lightly with his afterglow as he mixed the wine, and asked in a not very good tone: "What to drink?" ”

I knew he looked down on me, after all, I was wearing normal clothes that couldn't be more ordinary.

I didn't smile, and looked at him with the same indifferent expression: "I don't drink, I'm a friend of Zhang Xianyao, and I have something to talk to you about." ”

"I'm not available." He put the mixed wine on the stage and squinted at me, "It's worthy of Ah Yao's friend, no wonder he disliked me back then." Don't you know? I, Wan Yan and Zhang Xianyao, have no relationship for a long time. ”

"Zhang Xianyao is dead."

There was the sound of glass breaking, Wan Yan lowered his head, his handful of white hair covered his face, I couldn't see what his expression was, but I heard a dull laugh coming from his chest, and then he said in a cold tone: "Zhang Xianyao is dead, it's good to be dead, China's 1.3 billion people are under too much pressure." What's the use of you telling Lao Tzu about this, Lao Tzu and Zhang Xianyao have nothing to do with each other for a long time? ”

"Just because he didn't go around society with you, did you abandon such a friend? If Zhang Xianyao had left with you, he would have been spurned by society like you today. Do you know how Zhang Xianyu died? He was killed, don't you feel it at all? ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, so how do you think I should feel? Everyone has their own fate, whether Zhang Xianyao is killed by someone, or dies naturally, it is just his life. ”

Do I really doubt that Wan Yan and Zhang Xianzhen were ever really friends? The possibility that Wan Yan hated Zhang Xianyu as a murderer has increased by at least ten percent.

I sighed deeply, I don't know if the two of them will become like this if I have a conflict with the people around me in the future. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I don't think I'm going to do this to my friends, and my friends aren't going to do this to me.

"Okay, so be it, that's gone."

I left the counter, stopped a random "young lady" and asked Wan Kai about his movements in the past month, and finally ruled out Wan Kai's suspicion of committing the crime. Before and after Zhang Xianyao's accident, to be precise, every day during this work period Wan Yan was never absent, so he could not have enough time to kill Zhang Xianzhen and travel back and forth between Nanjing and Hangzhou. He is not the murderer who killed Zhang Xianyao, but the relationship between him and Zhang Xianzhen is really chilling.

The location of Nanhime's bar can be said to be a prime artery for transportation, and the owner who built the bar here is really not very smart. Because there are many vehicles coming and going here, the traffic is busy, and it is easy to cause traffic accidents, and there are few other businesses around, and there is a lot of traffic. But what is surprising is that the business of this bar is so good, people have to wonder if it is me a layman or this boss is stupid.

I stood outside the bar and watched the speeding cars, and suddenly my hand was grabbed by a warm object, startled, and I looked back to see that it was the "young lady" who had just greeted me in the bar.

I embarrassedly withdrew my hand and stared at her and asked, "Miss, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"My surname is Lord, and my name is Lord Ye."

"Huh? Home page? Bamboo leaves? "And this strange name? Home or bamboo leaves?

"Lord of the Lord's Father, the Leaf of the Fallen Leaves."

Nodding, this time I kind of understood, neither the homepage of a computer or a mobile phone, nor the bamboo leaves of bamboo.

"Sir, where do you work? Where do you live? I've wanted to quit my job for a long time, so you can introduce me to a job. ”

"......" I was completely confused by this woman called "Home", and I always felt that she seemed to be dependent on me because of her non-relatives.

Before I could speak, the "home" spoke again: "What is your name, sir?" I've only been working at this bar for the last month, and I haven't slept with anyone yet. Don't worry, I can do a serious job, and if I didn't have a place to live, I wouldn't have gone to the bar to sit at the table. ”

......"I don't really know what to say."

"Sir, help me, I'm also a serious girl, I don't want to sit on the stage, I just want a job. Don't worry, I'm not a liar, if I lie to you, you can call the police and arrest me. ”

"That Miss Lord, it's not that I don't want to help you, I don't work in Nanjing, and I also live in someone else's house."

"It's okay, I don't mind. Wouldn't it be nice if you took me to your city. ”

There is a saying that is true: women can't get rid of people when they entangle them. Especially the shameless person like "homepage".

The "homepage" followed me all the way to Zhang Xianyao's house, and the first thing Zhang Xianyao's mother said when she saw the "homepage" following me when I came back was: "Ah, Officer Jun, this is your girlfriend, it's so beautiful, and today's young people have a really high vision." But an outstanding man like Officer Xiangjun deserves such a good-looking woman! ”

Fortunately, the "homepage" is still a little self-aware, looking at my already stinky face that can't be stinky anymore, I smiled at Zhang Xianyao's mother and explained: "Auntie, you misunderstood, my husband and I are just ordinary friends, how can I be worthy of such an excellent man as Mr." ”

Zhang's mother said: "Worthy of it!" I think girl, you and Officer Jun are not an ordinary match! ”

The "homepage" said: "Auntie said that even if I like my husband, my husband will not like me." ”

“……”

If you ask what it feels like to die, I would say that's exactly what it feels like. I'm really unlucky, I just planted a heel in the hands of Li Qi's woman, and now there is a woman called "Home".

I'm not going to kill Peach Blossom, am I? Why didn't I see a beautiful woman to embrace me when I was in Hangzhou?

Self-reflection, in fact, in the final analysis, isn't it because I'm stupid and I'm a bully, when I was in Hangzhou, they protected me from Liancheng, so no one came to pit me.

Amid the compliments of the two women, I withdrew and returned to Zhang Xianyao's room.

I live in Zhang Xianyao's room, firstly, it is my own request, and secondly, the house rented by the Zhang family is not big, except for the sofa, there is only a bed in the room of Zhang's mother and Zhang's father, and there is a bed in Zhang's room.

Lay on the bed with the word "big", and the walls in the room were hung with photos of Zhang Xianyao before his death, a very sunny boy. Since Zhang Xianyao's death, Zhang's mother and Zhang's father have never entered this room, because they are afraid to see their son's happy and sunny smile on the wall. Who could accept that such a good boy should be killed? Maybe in this world, apart from the murderer, there is only Zhang Xianyao's sworn friend Wan Wan.

The setting sun fell through the window into the room through the glass, just in time for the bed to shine on my face. The face is warm, much gentler than the sunshine in Hangzhou, I guess Zhang Xianyao must have been lying on the bed like me when he was alive, feeling the gentleness of the sun. If he is a kind person, he must know any tenderness in life.