Walking into a relatively upscale bar, as soon as he entered the door, Mu Sen couldn't help frowning slightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He felt that whether he had any memories of the past or not, he didn't seem to particularly like this kind of place.

However, this does not mean how noble or noble Mu Sen is, it can only show that ...... It's not quite what he's looking like right now.

Entering this place of glittering lights and drunkenness, it seems that there is no sorrow that cannot be forgotten for the time being. The sound of music that almost burst the eardrum makes it impossible to think about your troubles and why you're here.

The dim lights and the spirits that carry the desires/hopes are all teasing the hormones of the men and women here, making them suddenly wonder where they are, like being in the clouds.

Finding a slightly quieter seat at the bar, Mussen looked at the dazzling wine cabinet with a little confusion, and finally, he ordered a tequila cocktail, Margaret, in a slightly low voice.

The young and handsome bartender raised his eyes slightly to look at Mussen, and then began to mix wine. Probably, Mu Sen's expression at the moment is too incompatible with this environment.

As for why he ordered this wine, Mu Sen himself didn't know. He didn't know if he used to like this Mexican soul --- agave? Or is there another reason. Even, Mu Sen felt that he was a little ridiculous. A man who has forgotten his own name can still order the name of a glass of wine......

Soon, a glass of margaret was delivered to Mussen. Mu Sen looked at the shallow liquid steadily, as if he had suddenly fallen into a memory without memory.

Suddenly, a soft and melodious voice came from beside him: "Margaret...... Do you have a memorable memory? ”

Mu Sen turned his head slightly, and at a glance he saw a tall and beautiful woman standing beside him, and she was still looking at him with a smile on her face, as if waiting for his answer.

Mu Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in front of him. From the perspective of ordinary people, Mu Sen's abrupt gaze is definitely an extremely impolite behavior, and maybe they will think of him as a swinger who lives a lewd/promiscuous life.

But for Mu Sen, this kind of scrutiny seems to be an instinct.

In such a place of sound and sex, it is not uncommon for beautiful women to be like clouds. But there may not be many women like this woman in front of you. She's like Mussen, she doesn't seem to belong in this place.

A long black hair, without any colorful messy dyeing, hung down on his waist and chest like clear soup noodles. 's graceful and tall figure makes her look very outstanding even when she stands among the flowers that are "purple and red". A slightly low-necked white tight top wraps around the curvy body, and the same white hip-length skirt shows off the slender legs sexy and charming.

Mu Sen glanced at the woman in front of him as quickly as he could, and then turned back without any expression. Looking at the wine glass, he asked leisurely: "This wine ...... Is it related to memories? ”

When the woman saw that Mu Sen had finally opened her mouth, she smiled and walked closer. She pointed to Mussen's wine glass, and then said lightly: "As early as 1926, there was this glass of Margaret." It was in faraway Los Angeles, where a bartender named Jane Duresa and his girlfriend Margaret went hunting. Unfortunately, his girlfriend was accidentally killed by a stray bullet. What started as a joy turned into a tragedy. After that, the master bartender tossed this sour and bitter margaret in her name in memory of his deceased lover. Tequila is the soul wine of Mexico, and her girlfriend Margaret is also Mexican. So, agave represents his departed love, lime represents his sour heart, and salt ......"

"On behalf of the tears...... Mu Sen looked at the woman in front of him and continued in a low voice.

The woman smiled: "That's right, it's tears." So, Margaret represents a memory that cannot be forgotten. There is sourness, there is bitterness, there are tears...... Clear and blurry, visible but not touchable. ”

Mu Sen raised his eyes to look at the woman again, as if her words had entered Mu Sen's heart.

Yes, it is clear and blurry, you can see but you can't touch it...... It's like a memory. And I don't know why, when this woman was telling Margaret's somewhat bleak love story, Mu Sen's heart seemed to be pinched fiercely. Very sour, like a lemon on the rim of a cup.

Looking at Mu Sen's elusive expression, the woman smiled shallowly, then gently patted Mu Sen's shoulder and said, "The night has just begun, have a good time." With that, the woman turned and walked away, and in the blink of an eye she disappeared into the crowd of dancefloors.

Mu Sen took a sip of wine lightly, and the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked. It's also a good choice to have a drink, although I didn't get back my memory, but I learned about a poignant memory of wine.

Just as he felt his mood ease slightly, there was a scream on the dance floor, followed by a commotion.

Mu Sen looked back, only to find that several policemen had rushed in from the door, and they were hurrying towards the direction of the private room.

Mu Sen was not interested in this, because in such a place, it is normal to check pornography, gambling and drugs. He didn't want to be disturbed by these boring things.

But things didn't go as he expected. It didn't take long for the music to stop and the lights to come on. This occasion, which has always been immersed in ambiguity/obscurity, suddenly appears under the bright light, with indescribable funny and weirdness. The men and women who were still crazy were like a group of demons and monsters in the sun, and there was nowhere to hide.

Now it seems that the trouble in this place is not as simple as pornography, gambling and drugs. There are more and more police, and it seems that they are investigating one by one. And these young boys and girls who were disturbed were also very dissatisfied under the influence of alcohol, and shouted and questioned.

Mu Sen paid for his wine, and out of curiosity, walked towards the private room where the "accident" happened. He wasn't curious about what was going on inside, but he was curious about how he could come across this kind of thing when he came out to relax for the first time in four months. What are the odds that this must be, I just got here, and something happened here?

When Mu Sen finally squeezed to the door of the private room, he found out...... What you encounter is not just a problem with a relatively small chance...... It's literally the odds of winning the lottery......

Because...... There are dead people here.

It was a very luxurious large box, enough to accommodate thirty or forty people to go crazy together. Now there are quite a lot of people inside, such as the people who are investigating the scene, the police, the first responders, and many escort ladies......

As soon as the cordon was raised, the place was almost certain to be a homicide. There was a majestic captain who was commanding there, and from the names of the policemen who passed by, he seemed to be surnamed Wu.

Mussen glanced through the crowd and saw the dead man at a glance. It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a thin body, who was lying on his back on the sofa at the moment.

This kind of murder scene is naturally forbidden to non-police officers, so onlookers are stopped outside. And those who have been in contact with the deceased and those who have entered the private room have to be investigated one by one. I have to say that it is indeed a very troublesome thing to suddenly have a murder in such a place.

Mu Sen touched his pocket and made sure that he didn't have any documents that could sneak in, but the captain Wu who was commanding didn't seem to be very useful. Under his "strong" leadership and command, the scene was a mess......

Even, Mu Sen quietly got into the private room and slowly approached the deceased.

After a long time, the captain turned his head suddenly, and only then did he find that Mu Sen, a figure who was not very familiar, was squatting beside the deceased, observing the deceased at a very close distance. That obsessive and serious expression is completely like a psychopath.

"Hey! Who let you in! It's a crime scene, and every inch of it is evidence! You call it obstruction and disturbance of the administration of justice......"

Before the captain finished yelling, Mu Sen said without replying: "He's dead." ”

The captain was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious again: "Nonsense! He's not dead, what am I doing here?! ”

"Do you know how he died?" Mussen still didn't look back, still observing the limbs and face of the deceased.

“…… I don't know how he died, I need to know who you are! Come over to me and get your papers! I now suspect that you have something to do with this murder......" The captain said as he called in two policemen to forcibly pull Mussen away.

Mu Sen stood up, turned his head and asked the captain with an expressionless face: "Since you don't know how he died, why don't you call the forensic doctor?" If you don't call in a forensic doctor, how can you know the cause of his death? ”

"The identity of the deceased has not yet been determined!" The captain yelled at Mu Sen with a dark face. There were so many people watching outside the door, so many police officers under him were watching, and it seemed to be very shameless to be questioned by Mu Sen.

But Mu Sen still looked at Captain Wu without any expression, and then said calmly: "According to Article 101 of the Criminal Procedure Law of the People's Republic of China, criminal investigators shall conduct inquests and inspections of places, items, personnel, and corpses related to the crime scene. Article 104 stipulates that the public security organs have the right to decide on the autopsy of a body whose cause of death is unknown. ”

As he spoke, Mu Sen pointed at the dead man again and asked, "...... Like is the cause of death clear? ”

All the policemen present were silent, and they were all looking at Moossen with a strange gaze. The captain of the two and two whirring was even more pale and silent. Even Mu Sen himself felt a little unbelievable after saying these words.

These memories ...... Where did it come from? How could you possibly know so much about this? Under the circumstance of subconsciously, he opened his mouth like a stream of backs and said it......

Mussen felt as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't say for sure.