Cen Linghui had already vaguely guessed that Ruan Ningman had an accident, but she didn't ask, and we didn't take the initiative to mention it.

But combined with Ruan Ningman's failure to come to work today and the fact that the police came to investigate, Cen Linghui, who has a lot of experience, already knows the results.

It's just that she hasn't gotten a positive answer from us yet.

However, this affirmative answer is no longer important to Cen Linghui, because no matter which answer it is, it means that Ruan Ningman will not be able to continue working in the bar. What she needs to deal with urgently at the moment is to find a replacement for Ruan Ningman, so that her bar can reduce the loss of customers and continue to operate, after all, this bar has just experienced a collapse two years ago, and it was Ruan Ningman who revived the bar.

For our criminal police, the results of the investigation here in Cen Linghui this time seem to have some chicken ribs, although we have a lot of vague clues, but none of the clues can bring a major breakthrough to our case.

This kind of result is what I thought of a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't have left Lin Zifan and Xue Hang, who came to investigate together, in the bar lobby on the first floor, hoping that they could investigate some other clues.

At this moment, a middle-aged man knocked on the door and walked into Cen Linghui's office. The man walked up to Cen Linghui respectfully, bowed slightly, and said very politely: "Mr. Cen , the mood of the customers on the first floor is a little high, and they are all calling for Ruan Ningman's band to come out to perform. It's time for the show, you see......"

Cen Linghui's expression was very solemn, she pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Let the other band members perform first, and tell everyone that the band's lead singer Ruan Ningman has a cold and needs to rest at home recently, in order to express my apologies, I will give a dozen beers to each table, go ahead." ”

After Cen Linghui finished speaking, she waved her hand helplessly at the man.

"Okay, Mr. Cen." The man nodded in response, then turned and left the office.

Looking at the appearance of the man, it should be a manager in the bar, and it seems that he is a position like a "lobby manager", which belongs to the upper level.

Looking at their respectful appearance towards Cen Linghui, we feel more and more admiration for Cen Linghui, a young woman can know how to make good use of people and manage the bar in an orderly manner, which is really admirable.

"Ms. Cen, then we won't bother, let's take a look in the bar." I settled down and said in a deep voice.

Cen Linghui nodded, watching us stop talking, but in the end, she still didn't open her mouth to ask us what happened to Ruan Ningman.

However, with her intelligence network, it is not a problem to investigate Ruan Ningman's affairs.

In the end, Cen Linghui swallowed hard and said lightly: "Two police officers, please, if you need anything, you can come to me at any time, or find the man just now, he will help you deal with everything." ”

I nodded and walked out of Cen Linghui's office with Li Meng.

Following the route we had taken, down the stairs, we were back in the lobby on the first floor of the Forget Worries Music Bar. The bands on stage have already started to play, and although the drummer and lead singer are missing, they are still playing hard. The beautiful music also floated throughout the Forget Worry Music Bar, although many of the customers were a little dissatisfied, but under Cen Linghui's treatment, there was no initial boredom.

Li Meng and I had just walked down the stairs, and Xue Hang and Lin Zifan, who were sitting in different corners of the bar, saw us, Xue Hang was still sitting there and continued to observe, Lin Zifan slowly got up and walked towards us.

"How's it going, did you find anything?" We sat on a loose table and whispered clues.

Lin Zifan lowered his head and said slowly: "Your ten o'clock direction, the woman in the corner." ”

Li Meng and I were stunned for a moment, pretending not to care, and looked around the bar, our eyes kept looking at the woman in Lin Zifan's mouth.

It was a loose table in a corner of the bar, and next to it sat a woman who was slender and had elaborate makeup, and looked to be in her twenties.

She wears a white tunic casual T-shirt on her upper body, a gray ultra-short A-line skirt on her lower body, and a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet.

This slightly seductive outfit, combined with her sexy and charming figure, is definitely a beautiful scenery in the bar, enough to attract the attention of most men.

But the strange thing is that for so long, no one walked over to talk to her, and the woman looked at her watch from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

In fact, this kind of woman is very common in bars, and there is nothing particularly noticeable. But what really struck us as odd was that she was sitting alone in some dark corner of the bar, not taking a sip of a cocktail on the table in front of her, as if the raucous atmosphere around her and the music on stage had nothing to do with her.

She didn't seem to like the atmosphere in the bar, and seemed a little out of place or absent-minded.

"It feels like she's a first-time bartender, a bit reserved and not very familiar with the environment."

My eyes swept over, and I said lightly.

"But this kind of first-time person who comes to the bar will call his friends who often go to the bar together, how can he come alone?" Li Meng looked at me and felt a hint of doubt.

Lin Zifan's eyes always fell on the stage, watching the band perform, while discussing the case with us: "She must be waiting for someone." ”

While we were speculating about the identity of this young woman sitting alone in a dark corner, a man suddenly walked into the bar and walked towards the woman with a very clear purpose.

The man looked even younger, estimated to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and even looked like a minor.

He was dressed very fancy, with various chains on his body, all kinds of fancy ornaments around his neck and hands, and he walked bumpy, as if he was deliberately showing his mature and uninhibited character.

"It seems that he is the person that women are waiting for, looking at the way he walks, the whole thing is a non-mainstream killer Matt, a young man now." I smiled wryly and shook my head.

"Nowadays, young people accept more things, and it is inevitable that there will be a deformity in the three views and aesthetics, maybe this is what they call 'cool'." Lin Zifan smiled and said lightly.

The man walked quickly in front of the woman, but did not sit down, but stood beside the woman and talked to her for a few words.

The man then took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a wad of hundred-dollar bills, estimated to be around five hundred dollars.

The woman took the banknotes, stuffed them directly into her small satchel without counting them, and then quickly took out a black plastic bag from the small satchel and handed it to the man.

The man took the plastic bag, opened it and looked inside, then stuffed it into the wide pocket of his coat.

Afterwards, the man and the woman had a brief chat, and very naturally picked up the cocktail on the table, drank it down, and left one by one.