I am a Celestial Master at full level, you want me to join the Rules and Ghost Story?

Jones looked confused when he heard the woman in the wide-brimmed hat say this.

What danger am I in? Am I going to die soon?

"Excuse me, what's wrong with me?" Jones asked humbly.

After all, this is a life-threatening situation, so it is better to be careful.

The woman in the wide-brimmed hat came closer and sniffed Jones.

To be honest, Jones' heart beat faster when he saw such a beautiful woman approaching.

He knew that the woman with the wide-brimmed hat was not attracted to him, but was just trying to confirm something, but he was still nervous.

After confirming, the woman in the wide-brimmed hat said, "I am a nurse. The bow tie on your collar should be of the same type as my red wine. It can absorb your vitality. You should find a way to remove it."

Jones was panicked when he heard the words of the woman with the wide-brimmed hat.

He subconsciously reached out to pull the red bow on his collar, but found that the bow seemed to have grown on his clothes and did not move at all.

He pulled so hard that he even felt the pain on his neck, but the bow was still firmly fixed there.

"Damn it!" Jones cursed under his breath, cold sweat already oozing out of his forehead.

Only then did he remember the bartender's surprised expression when he put on the bow tie.

It turned out that the bartender had known that this was a trap, and the black bow ties he and the other two waiters wore were apparently to avoid having their lifespans sucked away.

Jones forced himself to calm down, knowing that panicking now would not solve the problem.

He quickly analyzed the situation: the bartender definitely knew how to untie the bow, but he would never tell him and might even stop himself.

Then the only hope is the two waiters who are also wearing black bow ties.

However, Jones did not act rashly. Since he knew that the woman with the wide-brimmed hat was a nurse, she must have clues about the mentally ill patient.

Jones thanked the woman in the wide-brimmed hat first, then asked, "Excuse me, do you know how to tell who is a mentally ill person? I heard that some of the passengers here are not normal."

Similar to Zhang Yangqing, the woman with the wide-brimmed hat shook her head, indicating that she didn't know and had never come into contact with a mentally ill patient.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote something on it, and handed it to Jones: "This is the address of a psychiatrist. He may be able to help you, but I suggest you solve your own problems first, otherwise you may not be able to see him."

Jones took the note, made a mental note of the address, and put the note in his pocket.

He thanked her again and watched the woman in the wide-brimmed hat leave the bar.

Then Jones took a deep breath and began to carefully avoid the bartender's sight, looking for the two waiters.

The two waiters were one man and one woman. The man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and didn't look young, but not old either.

The woman was wearing an old-fashioned skirt. Although she looked young, the style of the clothes looked particularly old-fashioned, like an antique.

Jones looked closely and found that their clothes were out of place with the other guests in the bar, as if they were from another era.

"Something's wrong," Jones was secretly alert in his heart.

Instead of approaching her directly to strike up a conversation, he quietly went around to the backstage of the bar and entered the waiter's room.

The furnishings in the room were very old, with a few faded oil paintings hanging on the walls and the corners filled with old wine bottles and sundries.

This place is very old, but it looks like someone has lived here and it is cleaned regularly, so it is relatively clean.

Jones's eyes swept across the room, finally resting on a picture frame covered by a cloth.

He gently lifted the cloth and found it was an old photo.

There were three elderly people in the photo, two men and one woman, two of whom were wearing exactly the same clothes as the waitresses.

Jones' heart beat faster. He carefully compared the photo with the real waiter and found that although their faces were young, their expressions and postures were exactly the same as the old man in the photo.

"I see." Jones murmured in a low voice.

He understood that the bar was taking the lifespans of its patrons, which were being transferred to the bartenders and waiters.

The old people in the photo are exactly what they originally looked like.

Somehow, they use their bows to absorb the lifespan of others in order to restore their own youth.

Jones quickly put the photo back where it belonged, already having a plan in mind.

He knew that going directly to the two waiters would not work because they were in cahoots with the bartender and would never help him untie the bow. He had to find another way.

Thinking of this, Jones came to the door of the room where he wore the bow tie. Since this room could be brought up, there must be a way to untie it.

But there is a lock on the door and it cannot be opened without a key.

Jones remembered that when he first arrived, it was the bartender who opened the door, so he must have the key.

Since I know they will definitely not unlock it for me, the only way is to find a way to steal the key.

Jones wasn't very professional when it came to stealing things, but he had the tools.

In fact, there are many solutions here. The Chosen One can steal by himself, but it will be very dangerous if he is discovered. He can also ask the guests to help steal.

The guests here all have special skills, and they can get help or props as long as they complete the tasks.

He walked up to the bartender, a look of anxiety on his face, and whispered, "Mr. Bartender, there seems to be a problem in the bathroom. A guest needs help. I can't handle it. Can you go over and take a look?"

The bartender frowned, obviously a little impatient with such trivial matters, but as the manager of the bar, he nodded: "Lead the way."

Jones was delighted, but his face still maintained an anxious expression.

He led the bartender through the noisy bar lobby toward the restroom.

Along the way, his heart was beating fast and his palms were slightly sweaty, but he forced himself to stay calm.

After entering the restroom, Jones pointed to a stall in the corner and said, "The guest is in there."

There is a detail here, that is, Jones needs to ask the bartender to leave the mirror area to avoid being seen by him.

The bartender frowned, walked to the stall door and knocked: "Sir, are you okay? Do you need any help?"

Jones stood behind the bartender and quietly took out the stun spray given by the respiratory doctor from his pocket.

He was prepared for both situations. If he failed this time, he would immediately use the power of the female ghost.

Seeing no response from inside, the bartender tried to climb up to check the situation.

Just then, Jones patted him on the shoulder, and when the bartender turned around to look at Jones, there was a spray in front of him.

puff!

There was a slight puffing sound, and the bartender's body suddenly stiffened, and then he fell limply to the ground.

"The props the doctor gave me are really useful."

To be on the safe side, Jones shook his body to make sure he was unconscious, then he squatted down and began to search his body.

Soon, he found a bunch of keys in the bartender's trouser pocket.

Jones quickly put the key into his pocket, then laboriously dragged the bartender into an empty booth and closed the door.

After doing all this, Jones stood in front of the bathroom mirror, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The red bow on his collar was still eye-catching, as if reminding him that time was running out.