He walked into a relatively high-end bar. As soon as he entered the door, Musen couldn't help frowning slightly. He felt that no matter whether he had any memories of the past, he didn't seem to like such places.

However, this does not mean that Musen is so noble or noble, it only means...it is not quite what he likes now.

Entering this place where you are rich and rich, you don’t seem to have any sorrow that you can’t forget. The music that can almost break the eardrum makes people not have time to think about your troubles and the reasons for coming here.

The ambiguous and dim lights and the strong wine carrying desires are teasing the hormones of men and women here, making them suddenly realize that they are not aware of where they are, like clouds.

I found a slightly quieter seat at the bar and sat down. Musen looked at the dazzling array of wine cabinets in a little confused. Finally, he ordered a tequila cocktail with a little low profile, Margaret.

The young and handsome bartender looked up at Musen slightly, and then started to make a bartender. Perhaps it was Musen's expression at the moment, which was too out of place with this environment.

As for why he ordered this wine, Musen himself didn't know. He didn't know if he had liked the Mexican soul very much - Tequila? Or for another reason. Musen even felt a little ridiculous. A person who forgot his name could even order a glass of wine...

Soon, a cup of Margaret was delivered to Musen. Musen looked at the shallow liquid calmly, as if he had fallen into a memory without memory at once.

Suddenly, a soft and beautiful voice came from beside him: "Margaret... do you have an unforgettable memory?"

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

Mu Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in front of him. In general, Mu Sen's abrupt look was definitely an extremely impolite behavior. Maybe they would regard him as a lewd and chaotic slutty young man.

But for Musen, this kind of gaze seems to be an instinct.

In such a place of music and sex, it is not uncommon to have beautiful women. But there may not be many women who are so unconventional like this woman in front of you. She is like Musen, and it seems that she should not belong to this place.

Her long black hair, without any colorful and messy hair dyed, was hanging on her waist and chest like a soup draped in the air. Her graceful and tall figure made her look outstanding even when she stood among the "colorful" flowers. A white tight-fitting dress with a slightly lower collar wrapped around her curved body, and also a white short hip skirt, making her slender legs look sexy and charming.

Musen glanced at the beautiful woman in front of him as fast as possible, and then turned back without any expression. Looking at the wine glass, he asked slowly after a while: "Is this wine... related to memories?"

Seeing Musen finally spoke, the woman smiled and walked closer. She pointed to Musen's wine glass, and then said lightly: "As early as 1926, this glass of Margaret was found. It was in the distant Los Angeles, where a bartender named Jane Duresa went hunting with his girlfriend Margaret. Unfortunately, his girlfriend was accidentally killed by a stray bullet. A joy turned into a tragedy. After that, in order to commemorate her dead lover, the bartender brought out this glass of sour and bitter Margaret in her name. Tequila is the soul wine of Mexico, and her girlfriend Margaret is also a Mexican. Therefore, Tequila represents his lost lover, and lime represents his bitter heart, and salt..."

"It means tears..." Musen looked at the woman in front of him and spoke in a low voice.

The woman smiled sweetly: "Yes, it's tears. So, Margaret represents an unforgettable memory. There are sorrow, bitterness, and tears... clear and vague, visible but not touched."

Musen looked up at the woman again, as if these words of her were in Musen's heart.

Yes, it is clear and blurry, but it can't be seen but touched... like my own memory. And for some reason, when this woman was telling this somewhat desolate love story of Margaret, Musen's heart seemed to be pulled hard, very sour, like a lemon on the edge of the cup.

Looking at Musen's elusive expression, the woman smiled slightly, then patted Musen's shoulder and said, "The night has just begun, and it's a pleasure to have fun." After that, the woman turned around and walked away, and disappeared into the crowded dance floor in the blink of an eye.

Musen took a sip of wine and curled up the corners of his mouth slightly. Just say that drinking a glass is also a good choice. Although he has not regained his memory, he has learned about the sad memories of wine.

Just as he felt his mood relaxed, a scream came from the dance floor, followed by a burst of noise.

Musen looked back and found that several policemen were pouring into the door, and they were walking in a hurry toward the private room.

Musen was not interested in this, because in such a place, it is normal to check porn, gambling and drugs. He didn't want to be disturbed by these boring things that he finally got up to.

But things didn't develop as he expected. Not long after, the music stopped and the lights lit up. This occasion, which was always immersed in the ambiguous and dim light suddenly appeared indescribable funny and weird under the strong light. The men and women who were still crazy were like a group of demons and monsters who had their true colors in the sun and had nowhere to hide.

Now it seems that the troubles encountered in this place are not just as simple as pornography, gambling, drugs. More and more police officers seem to be checking one by one. And these boys and girls who were disturbed were also making noises and questioning under the influence of alcohol.

Musen paid for his own money for alcohol and walked towards the private room that had "inflicted something". He was not curious about what happened inside, but curious about how he had encountered such a thing when he came out for the first time in four months. What a small chance it would be. Something happened here as soon as he arrived here?

When Musen finally squeezed outside the private room, he realized that... what he encountered was more than a relatively small problem... This was simply a chance to win the lottery...

Because... someone died here.

This is a very luxurious private room, enough to accommodate thirty or forty people inside. There are a lot of people inside now, including the police, first aid personnel, and many drinkers...

Once the cordon was pulled up, the place was almost certain that it was a murder. There was a majestic captain who was yelling and shouting at him, and he seemed to be named Wu.

Musen glanced at the crowd and saw the dead at first glance. It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a thin body and was lying on the sofa halfway up on his back.

Naturally, non-police personnel are prohibited from entering the scene, so the onlookers were stopped outside. Moreover, those who have contacted the deceased and those who have entered the private room have to be investigated one by one. It has to be said that it is indeed a very troublesome to suddenly have a murder case in such a place.

Musen touched his pocket and confirmed that he did not bring any documents that could get through the test, but the Captain Wu, who was commanding, seemed not very useful. Under his "strong" leadership and command, the scene was in a mess...

Even Musen quietly got into the private room and slowly approached the deceased.

After a long time of yelling, the captain of the two and two yelling captain suddenly turned around and then found that Mu Sen, who was not very familiar, was squatting beside the deceased, observing the deceased at a very close distance. His obsessive and serious expression was completely like a mental distortion.

"Hey! Who asked you to come in! This is the crime scene, and every inch of it is evidence! You are called obstructing and disrupting judicial affairs..."

Before the captain finished yelling, Musen said without looking back: "He is dead."

The captain was stunned, and then he was furious again and said, "Nonsense! He is not dead, why am I here for?!"

"Do you know how he died?" Musen still did not look back, and was still observing the limbs and face of the deceased.

"...I don't know how he died. I have to know who you are first! Come here and take out the ID! I now suspect that you are related to this murder case..." The captain said, calling two policemen, ready to force Musen away.

Musen stood up, turned his head and asked the captain expressionlessly: "Since you don't know how he died, why don't you call a forensic doctor? If you don't ask for a forensic doctor, how can you know the cause of his death?"

"I haven't confirmed the identity of the deceased yet!" The captain shouted at Mu Sen with a dark face. There were so many people outside the door watching, and so many policemen under his command were watching. After Mu Sen's questioning, it seemed that he was embarrassed.

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 investigation personnel should conduct inspections and inspections on places, items, personnel, and corpses related to crime scenes. Article 104 stipulates that for corpses with unknown causes of death, the public security organs have the right to decide on dissecting the corpses."

As he said that, Musen pointed to the deceased again and asked, "Does he... seem to have a clear cause of death?"

All the policemen present were quiet and looked at Musen with a strange look. The captain, who was even more pale and said nothing. Even after Musen himself felt a little incredible.

Where did these memories come from? How could I understand these things so much? Under my subconscious mind, I opened my mouth and said it...

Musen felt that he had caught something, but he could not determine what it was.
Chapter completed!