Just then, a sound came from the bar's entrance. A filthy man hobbled inside, his steps stiff and his clothes tattered. His eyes were vacant.
He looked very old. When he came closer, Jiang Cheng noticed that he was holding some papers, much like the missing-person notices they had seen earlier.
Not like them—those were missing-person notices!
The man didn't say a word as he came in. He headed straight for the bar, picked up the top notice with a withered hand, and handed it to the bartender. His stiff movements seemed strangely familiar, as if this had become a habit.
Jiang Cheng noticed that the photo on the notice showed a somewhat plump woman who looked fairly young. He didn't recognize her.
When the man came in, the fellow behind the bar's face instantly darkened. He had been drinking, and now a vein throbbed on his forehead. He snatched the notice, tore it to pieces in front of the man, then crumpled the scraps into a ball and threw them at him. "Are you ever going to stop? It's been so many years. She's been dead for ages. She went to a place like that—there's no way she could've survived. If you dare set foot in my bar again, I'll break your other leg!"
But, to everyone's surprise, the man seemed used to being insulted. Without a word, he crouched down, picked up the paper ball, and slowly unfolded and smoothed it out. He pieced the scraps together, put them away, then hobbled out of the bar.
He hadn't said a single word the entire time.
Even after the man left the bar, the fellow behind the counter still seemed furious. He panted heavily, then said coldly to Jiang Cheng and the others, "Out-of-towners, I suggest you go back