screenwriter mystery

Chapter 331 Re-entering the Bar
Inside the car, the BSI agent in charge of monitoring watched all this silently with a familiar expression.

However, the next second.

Boom!

But the burly figure reached out from his clothes and took out a simple shotgun, and shot several times at the wall of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of two nearby BSI agents, the scene in front of the chaotic alley that was originally piled up with debris began to twist violently. In the blink of an eye, a brightly lit bar suddenly appeared there, and the noisy Loud noises and music came from the bar.

A burning bone hangs on the neon sign at the entrance of the bar, flashing neon light on and off.

There was a pungent burning smell in the air.

Looking at the bar in front of him, the man put away his pistol.

Under the looming neon light, one can vaguely see the cigar dangling from his mouth, and the hideous scar on his face that runs through the left eye.

Wait until the man walks into the bar.

The two BSI agents watching in the car looked at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Report to the headquarters, something happened!"

The BSI agent in the driver's seat reached out in panic and grabbed the communication device on the car.

"The [BSI-028 bar] has appeared, and a target has entered it..."

……

"Any clues?"

Washington, BSI headquarters.

Coming out of the interrogation room, Amanda let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time asked Angela who was in charge of the investigation.

Joy is the weirdest interrogation subject she has come into contact with so far. The key is that the other party came to the BSI headquarters voluntarily, not an arrested criminal, which also made her unable to use many interrogation methods.

"No job, no fixed place, not many useful clues."

Coming out of the room next to the interrogation room, Spike said casually.

"How did you know?"

Hearing his description, Amanda couldn't help but said.

"This is the real life of most down-and-out fortune tellers. Although they make money through divination of the future, they cannot change their lives through these futures."

"As for the guy in front of him, he has messy hair and ordinary clothes. He doesn't look like a guy who makes a lot of money through divination."

"I thought fortune tellers were good at making money."

Hearing Spike's analysis, Angela who was on the side forgot her mission and was puzzled.

"Uh-huh."

Stretching out his finger and shaking Angela, Spike continued.

"Being able to predict the future does not mean that you can make money. On the contrary, those who can make money are often those who rely on tricks to deceive people, because they don't want to predict the future, they just need to fabricate a divination result that they want. It’s okay, everyone wants to know their future, but they don’t want to face bad results.”

"Tell me about your findings, Angela."

Opening the mouth interrupted Spike's long speech, and Amanda reminded Angela.

"It can only be found that he used to be a member of the gypsy wanderers. He once wandered with a certain gypsy performance for a while, and then disappeared. Until now..."

Angela's report confirmed Spike's inference.

The latter nodded to Amanda.

"So, the purpose of Joey coming to the BSI headquarters is really just to remind us of the disasters that will happen in the future? Is he really a fortuneteller?"

Angela's investigation did little to help the situation at hand.

"no doubt."

Back to the office sofa and sat down, Spike shrugged.

"Of course, there are still some problems that I haven't figured out yet."

"Why is Joey so sure that we can help him in the future, and where did he get the news about the rise of darkness?"

In the office, Amanda said, watching Spike, who was obviously pensive.

"Isn't he a fortuneteller? Since the other party can predict the future through divination, it shouldn't be difficult to know the news of the rise of darkness."

"No, the future foreseen by the fortune-teller has limitations. He may be able to see some fragments of the future, but it is absolutely impossible to get such a specific answer, so someone must have told him the news of the dark rise."

Shaking his head, Spike said thoughtfully.

"Boss, there is another situation."

However, at this time.

Detective Zhou who got the news came over, looked at Amanda and they said.

"It's news from the bar. The BSI agent in charge of surveillance saw someone enter the bar."

Hearing what Agent Zhou reported, Amanda and Spike had to stop their discussion about Joey and looked up at each other.

……

"Looks like there's more than one way to get into a bar."

In front of the alley, after learning from the BSI agent how the other party entered the bar, Amanda had a strange expression on her face.

The illusion of the alley is just a means used by [Sai Gong] to prevent ordinary people from entering.

Once you know the specific location of the bar, you can easily enter it.

He casually explained to Amanda who was on the side.

Spike reached out to touch the ring on his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped--

Accompanied by a crisp finger snap.

The bar that was originally hidden in the alley reappeared in front of my eyes.

The burning bones on the neon sign hanging at the door were vivid, and at the same time, various noisy noises came from the bar.

"If you miss the train I'm on

You will know that I am gone (You will know that I am gone)
You can hear the whistle blow

A hundred miles (leave a hundred miles)

A hundred miles, a hundred miles (one hundred miles, another hundred miles)"

Following Spike's footsteps, he stepped into the bar again.

The scene in the bar seemed to be no different from what she had been to before.

It’s still a sad country ballad, and it’s still a retro 80s decoration. Amanda doesn’t understand why a demon like [Saigong] has such a soft spot for the 80s. Even the time in the entire bar is frozen in that special place. in the middle of the age.

Turning his head to look at Spike aside, his attire changed into the style of the 80s as expected.

"Guest, please follow me."

However, before Amanda opened her mouth to say anything.

A thin and pale figure appeared at the door of the bar, and said weakly as if he had expected it long ago.

"Boss has been waiting for so long."

Seeing the skinny waiter, Amanda and Spike looked at each other.

The latter nodded to him, then stepped forward.

"In this case, then lead the way."

(End of this chapter)