Chapter 558 Suspicion
The bar was playing playful jazz, and the magnetic voice of a female singer echoed in the bar.
Including the bartender, there were only six people in the bar:
Jiang Qilan, Buddy, and three other old members of the United Freemasonry were sitting around the bar in the underground bar, drinking strong whiskey in high spirits.
The ice ball is in the glass and makes a crisp sound.
They were laughing heartily when Amos came in.
"Come on, old friend, you are finally here. You missed a very interesting golf joke." As soon as Barty saw Amos coming in, he stood up and pulled Amos over and asked him to sit next to him. , and asked: "What do you want to drink?"
"Strong whiskey," Amos said.
Jiang Qilan held the wine glass and glanced at Amos - he didn't look good.
Did something unpleasant happen with his nephew John just now?
After Amos sat down, Barty gestured to the dark-skinned bartender standing behind the bar.
The bartender nodded and made a mute gesture of "Roger, wait a minute" - the only bartender in this bar is a deaf-mute.
Born deaf-mute.
I can't read lips either.
The bartender bent down and took out a polished glass from the cabinet. He used a tong to pick up a spherical ice cube from the ice bucket and put it into the glass. After pouring whiskey into it, he handed it to Amos.
Amos took it and drank it in one gulp.
Barty's hand, which was about to clink glasses with him, froze in mid-air.
Barty was a little suspicious: What happened to Amos?
Even if John did something inappropriate, Amos wouldn't have such a big reaction, right?
By the way, Amos has been acting strangely recently.
First, there was the scandal of assassinating a reporter. Although it was settled, the approval rate dropped a lot.
Then, I heard that he was not in good health, saying that he was suffering from mental illness caused by high work pressure——
It seems that the senior members of the Unionist Association are about to welcome new blood...
Only then did Amos see the wine glass that Barty was holding, and immediately realized what had happened. He quickly apologized: "Sorry Barty, I was a little thirsty just now..."
"You drank too fast, old man. At our age, we should pay more attention to our health."
"Yes, yes," Amos nodded, raised his hand to the bartender, and pointed to his glass, signaling the bartender to pour him a drink.
After the bartender poured the wine, Amos held the wine glass and touched it with several people. This time, he just touched his lips.
After a glass of hot whiskey, he felt bolder.
——I'm just having a paranoid attack.
——Cheng Ling is dead.
——She has turned into a corpse, lying coldly in the cemetery, rotting all over and covered with maggots. It is impossible for her to cause trouble for her anymore.
Barty beside him started chatting with several others again.
Amos pretended to listen carefully to what they were saying, but in fact he didn't listen to the specific content of their conversation.
Just topics like "international situation", "financial crisis", "real estate bubble", "actress's butt and breasts".
He was trying to comfort himself: Don't be afraid. do not be afraid.
Don't take medicine as soon as you have an attack - Dr. Ken said that if you take tranquilizers regularly, you will develop dependence and drug resistance.
——Cheng Ling is just a tool.
——She wanted to leave him, so it was reasonable for him to kill her.
——I also found an exorcist and performed an exorcism on Cheng Ling’s cemetery. Moreover, the exorcist told himself not to think about her anymore...that was another form of calling her.
——He will never hear the name [Cheng Ling] again in his life.
At this moment, he heard Batty next to him smile and say: "...Her name is Cheng Ling? It's hard to pronounce, but the English name sounds better -"
"Bang--"
Amos' wine glass fell to the carpet.
The amber wine spilled all over the floor.
The wine glass and the ice cubes rolled away very far.