No one knows the woman’s name. They only know that she has been here for more than a week and only orders one glass of wine. Sometimes it’s ‘Black Sunday’, sometimes it’s ‘Night Love’, and sometimes it’s ‘Burning’.
A drunken dancer staggered and suddenly sat down next to the woman.
The dancer was lying softly on the sofa, her golden-yellow hair covering her face, and her expression could not be seen clearly. She seemed to be drunk to death.
"Everything in the private rooms and VIP rooms above is as before, and there are no suspicious persons."
The dancer lay motionless on the sofa, her face hidden by her hair, but she made a sound that only a woman could hear.
The woman seemed a little disgusted by the dancer disturbing her peace, so she stood up and left the bar.
Outside the bar, the stars are shining and the night breeze is blowing.
Under the bright light of the street lamp, the woman's face also shines in the light.
She is Murong Rong, and she has been staying at this bar for more than a week.
For more than a week, nothing was found.
But she was not complacent. She could hold her composure better than anyone else.
She absolutely trusts her intuition and judgment, and she will not be disappointed here.
Here, you will find something that interests her.
Back at the rental house, it was a simple and shabby one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and kitchen attached.
The furniture inside either had a broken leg or was moth-eaten with spots here and there.
She closed the door, kicked aside her ten-inch high heels, and put on her half-worn slippers.
Then I took a bottle of fresh milk from the rusty refrigerator, sat on the half-used sofa, and thought about playing chess.
There were no lights on in the room, the light came in from the house outside the window, and the room was dimly dark.
A fat mouse ran along the wall. Murong Rong, who was thinking, was holding the box of fresh milk and suddenly threw it at the mouse with his backhand!
The mouse squeaked, was hit hard, and limped away.
Murong Rong picked up a palm-sized cloth bag, put on high heels, opened the door, and walked out.
She walked slowly along the path of the alien space bar. In the quiet night, her high heels made a clear and rhythmic sound.
She did not go back to the different space bar, but walked around the bar, walking through every small street and every alley. Several wild cats ran past in the dark alleys, and mice that were fatter than cats ran clumsily in the alleys.
Run away.
After Murong Rong walked five small streets, he saw a man and a woman entangled in an inconspicuous corner.
She stopped and couldn't see clearly at night, but the woman's voice was very familiar.
I saw the woman holding a wine bottle and pointing it directly at the man's head, "Damn! You dare to cheat me out of my money, what the hell are you doing!"
While the man was pushing and shoving the woman, he was cursing: "Bitch bitch, aren't you here to be sold? I am using your money to promote you!"
"Lift your ass and insert it into your anus! You're still lifting me. You can't lift it long ago. You still have the nerve to say it! Lift your mother!"
Women and men exchanged dirty words, and no one would let the other go.
The man was a little gangster, and because he was stronger than the woman, he kicked her several times.
The woman had red hair, tight-fitting red clothes, and a very good figure and proportions. She held up a wine bottle and threw it at the man.
But his wrist was grabbed by a man, and he couldn't hit the bottle while he was holding it. Instead, he was beaten by the man.
With a push from the man's hand, the woman was pushed to the ground and the wine bottle rolled to the ground.
The man still didn't understand his hatred, so he walked up and kicked the woman with his leather-shoeed feet.
The woman hugged her body and began to mourn continuously.
Murong Rong couldn't stand it anymore and took two steps forward in a hurry, "Hey, he beats even a woman, are you a man?"
When the man saw Murong Rong alone, dressed in a bad manner, thinking he was a bar girl, he was not afraid, so he started scolding: "It's none of your business to beat someone, believe it or not, I even beat you, a bitch!"
Murong Rong bent down to pick up the wine bottle from the ground, and hit the man's head hard without saying a word.
There was a loud bang.
Blood flowed from the man's forehead, and the man shook dizzily.
Murong Rong hurriedly went to help the woman on the ground, but found that the woman was lying on the ground asleep, smelling of alcohol.
"Hey, wake up!" Murong Rong slapped the woman's cheek, and the woman just spat out a mouthful of wine and fell asleep.
Murong Rong saw that she was very drunk and dragged her up.
It's dark here, and you can't see the underground roads or the people around you.
The man touched his head with blood, roared angrily, and rushed towards Murong Rong.
Murong Rong supported the woman on one side and swept the man to the ground with one kick.