"Could this be a prank game?"
Qin Ming wandered around the bar.
He didn't find any prank team or anything like that.
In fact, Qin Ming even took ten yuan from the bar counter to buy two bottles of cola.
When he sat back at the bar, he finally confirmed that the bar was indeed only left with him.
"To get a bar so magically? And there's seven or eight thousand yuan in the bar?"
Qin Ming pinched himself.
This is not a dream.
This means that those bizarre illusions just now were also real.
"The legendary urban strange tale, did it really just fall into my lap?"
Qin Ming considered himself an ordinary person.
A template lost in the crowd.
He didn't understand why so many absurd things kept happening to him lately.
Qin Ming sat at the bar, drinking his cola, when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
It was a black notebook, right next to the account book.
Qin Ming remembered what Li Yang said.
