Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 411 The Absurdity of the Special Investigation

The Dream Bar.

In this glamorous, dreamlike city, there is an inconspicuous, quiet corner.

The doorbell rang, and Gallagher walked in with Walter Young and March 7.

"Gallach, what brings you here?"

"Several old friends have come to visit. Are you free now, Mr. Shu?"

Gallagher went to the bar counter, and it seemed he was quite familiar with the woman named Shuon.

“I’ve had a free day, everyone. Welcome to ‘Dream Bar’.” Shu Weng looked at Walter Yang and March 7 behind him.

"She's such a cool older sister—just like Shilva!" March 7th said, her eyes shining as she clung to Walter Young's arm.

“Ahem…” Walter Young coughed awkwardly.

"Who is Xiluwa? Introduce me to her." Shu Weng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, they heard us." March 7th blushed.

"Hahaha, Gallagher, it seems you've brought some very interesting people."

"What would you like to drink? I'll prepare it." Shu Weng tossed his hair, looking both dashing and handsome.

"If you want something to drink, try Solomon!" March 7th has been thirsty for a long time.

"They sell everything on the drinks menu, except for Solomon. They don't have that kind of boring drink here."

Shu Weng declined the invitation to the seventh day of the third month.

"Oh, is that so? Then what else?" March 7th asked.

"Nothing is sold in this bar except happiness. We just want you to laugh out loud."

Shu Weng's words immediately stunned March 7th.

"Alright, stop teasing them, my good bartender. No need for you, I'll show off my skills today."

Gallagher waved his hand and walked towards the counter.

"You're coming? Is it really okay?" Shu Weng leaned against the bar, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Give it a try. I'm getting old. If I don't start rehabilitation soon, I'm afraid I'll forget even the cooking skills I used to have."

"Uncle can even mix drinks!" March 7th was surprised.

"Haha, he was our star player back in the day," Shu Weng chuckled.

"Where did you put the ingredients for the drink?" Gallagher asked.

"Look, it's right under the counter. Some guests have come from afar, aren't you going to make some special drinks?" Shu Weng pointed to the area under the bar.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Friends, do me a favor—go around the bar and bring back any ingredients you like."

"This case will probably take a long time to discuss, so I'll prepare some suitable drinks for everyone—tailor-made and non-alcoholic."

March 7th exclaimed in surprise, "A bar? Aren't all the usable ingredients on the counter?"

Shu Weng smiled as he looked at the innocent little girl in front of him. "This is a dream world, lovely lady. You can eat anything you want: comfort, hunger, confusion, boredom... everything is available, readily available."

“Emotions?” Walter Young pondered.

"She calls me 'cute lady'...!" March 7 exclaimed in surprise, feeling excited at being called that by such a cool older sister.

"Even in reality, mixing drinks is not just about mixing beverages and ingredients. A bartender will capture the atmosphere at the bar, pay attention to the combination of technique and story, and add a little mystery and anticipation..."

"Only then can we work together with our customers to create the flavor of each person's life," Shu Weng continued.

"In other words—what you drink is all up to fate. So don't overthink it; hesitation is a major no-no for enjoying life."

“That makes a lot of sense. I’m also very curious to see what my cup will taste like.” Walter Young said with interest.

"As long as it doesn't taste like Himeko's coffee, it's fine," March Seven muttered.

"Himeko's coffee... that's really scary." Walter Young also hesitated.

"Let's go, Uncle Yang, I want to drink the taste of happiness."

On March 7th, he excitedly ran out from behind the counter.

"Perhaps, the taste of comfort suits me better."

Walter Young followed along, lost in thought.

"Hey? Uncle Yang, what's this bottle of Sulex here?" March 7th found a bottle of orange soda on the table.

"That's strange, didn't they say they didn't sell Sorida here?"

“It was probably left behind by the previous guest,” Walter Young said.

March 7th shook the bottle. "I'll shake it! Hmm, it's still very fizzy, and the shelf life is safe!"

"How about we use this to mix drinks later!" March 7th had a great idea.

"A Sorida-flavored liquor? Maybe I should give it a try."

"But why is this bottle sticky?" March 7th put down the bottle and found some sticky liquid on her hands.

Walter Young leaned closer and examined it carefully for a while. "It probably got something on it."

"Since the bottle is unopened, it's fine."

“That’s true.” March 7th nodded.

"By the way, Uncle Yang, why doesn't this bar sell Solomon's? Is there some hidden reason?"

"Perhaps it's the bartender's modesty. It would be too boring if customers could order drinks that are readily available everywhere outside," Walter Young pondered for a moment.

"That makes sense."

On March 7th, she looked around and saw what appeared to be a lot of chips scattered on the stage.

"There are chips scattered all over here..."

March 7th was somewhat surprising.

She had seen these chips before; they could be exchanged for money in casinos during prime time.

I never expected to find gold coins in a bar!

Gallagher noticed this and said, "A few days ago, an actor from the Iris family came to cause trouble and had a dispute with Shu Weng... I guess that's when the incident started."

"If you'd like, this can also be used as a cocktail ingredient."

"What? This thing can work too?" March 7th was shocked.

“My lovely lady, this is a dream. You can do whatever you want here,” Shu Weng replied.

"You really are omnipotent in dreams," March 7th remarked.

Is this okay?

Walter Young picked up a mask from the other table.

“This…” Shu Weng looked at the mask in Walter Yang’s hand and fell into confusion.

"Strange, why does this mask look so familiar?"

"Isn't this the one from that strange guest from a few days ago?" Gallagher recognized the item.

"Oh, I remember now." Shu Weng suddenly realized.

"A strange guest?" March 7th became curious.

"That strange guest was wrapped up completely, like a person inside a case."

"He was carrying a bag full of these masks," Shu Weng recalled the situation.

He walked up to the bar and asked if he could trade a joke for a drink.

"I thought it was just a glass of wine, and he might have encountered some difficulties, so I agreed."

"And then what?" March 7th asked expectantly.

"He snapped his fingers, and I don't remember what happened after that, but it seemed pretty funny."

"I can still laugh when I think about it now, but I can't remember what happened." Shu Weng shook her head. She was thinking very seriously, but she just couldn't remember.

"Oh, so that's what happened."

“So this mask…” Walter Young looked at the mask in his hand.

Although it only depicts some simple patterns, looking at it for a long time brings a sense of laughter to one's heart.

"It should be what he left behind. If you want to use it as a cocktail ingredient, please feel free to use it," Mr. Shu said nonchalantly.

After all, three or four days have passed since this incident.

"I want it! I want it!" March 7th immediately raised his hand.

She had been wanting to try it for a long time.

“Alright then.” Walter Young nodded.

He originally wanted to try it too, but he gave it to Xiao Sanyue.

"By the way, what did that guest drink?" Walter Young asked abruptly.

"What did I drink? I don't remember much about it," said Shu Weng, somewhat puzzled.

She usually has a very good memory, so why can't she remember this kind of thing?

“The absurdity of utopia,” Gallagher suddenly said.

"【The Absurdity of Utopia】? Do we have such a wine?" Shu Weng asked doubtfully.

“My special blend,” Gallagher said.

Shu Weng nodded and said nothing more.

Walter Young didn't pursue the matter further; instead, he found another potted plant and sent it over.

"Yes, the materials are almost ready." Gallagher nodded.

“Each beverage has a different flavor, and the taste of the base usually determines the first impression and the lingering aftertaste—which material would you like to choose as the base?”

“I want to choose…Sulda!” March 7th said.

“The chips will do.” Walter Young nodded slightly.

"Okay, just a moment."

After a while, Gallagher brought out two special cocktails.

"Miss March's laughter in a child's dream."

"This cup of 'The Time of Game and Creation' is for Mr. Walter."

Two completely different drinks were placed in front of the two men.

On March 7th, he couldn't wait to pick up the cup and drink it down in one gulp.

A whimsical, sweet sensation spread through her mouth, then through her stomach, and finally through her brain.

She was like she'd taken some kind of euphoric drug; she was in a daze, yet there was an indescribable happiness about her.

But after finishing the cup, March 7th felt a pang of sadness, yet he didn't know where the sadness came from—it was all so absurd.

Walter Young, on the other hand, elegantly picked up his glass and slowly savored it.

An urgency and tension spread through his mouth, quickly turning into a tense chase scene, which made Walter's usually calm heart feel an unprecedented anxiety.

But soon, the cup was empty, and the tension transformed into a relaxed and comfortable feeling, like the indulgence after washing one's hands of the trade.

"Great job, Gallagher, you're still got it."

Seeing how much the two were enjoying themselves, Shu Weng couldn't help but praise them.

"So, are you all satisfied?" Gallagher asked.

"This flavor... is much more complex than Sorida."

After savoring the taste, March 7th had a smile on her face, but a tear rolled down her cheek.

"The texture is rich and layered, truly a masterpiece. Especially the handling of the side ingredients; I can taste a unique flavor—spicy, sour, yet with a hint of sweetness..."

Walter Young commented that he could feel the echoes of his past life in this glass of wine.

"I don't know what this means. Perhaps Mr. Gallagher would be willing to explain his ingenious idea?"

“Unfortunately, if you’re expecting a profound answer, you’re going to be disappointed,” Gallagher said, rejecting Walter Young’s offer.

"The imagery it embodies is very simple... It's just the true taste of Dreamland, nothing more."

"Is this real taste... related to that Mikhail?" Walteryan suddenly asked.

“Mikhail? I seem to remember hearing that name somewhere before…” March 7th seemed to have some recollection of it.

"Heh...you know quite a lot, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. Now I have no reason not to be honest with you all." Gallagher chuckled softly.

"Then let's start talking about the case, and of course... we'll also include the story of that Mikhail."

"Appreciate further details."

“Let’s get to the conclusion first. Based on the clues the family has, this Firefly is indeed not a local, nor is she an invited guest. In other words… she is a genuine illegal immigrant,” Gallagher said.

“I was also fooled by this girl, I guess I’m getting old. But in Grand Star, smuggling isn’t that rare, and it’s not hard to find. After the incident, the hounds took immediate action, tracking down people from both the dream and reality.”

"And what was the result?" March 7th asked anxiously.

"In the end... there was only one piece of bad news, and it was also the most troublesome news."

"This little girl vanished into thin air. She left no trace in my dreams, and her body can't be found in reality either, as if she had never been to Pinocchio."

March 7th was somewhat surprised, "Huh? Doesn't this mean..."

“She’s dead.” Walter Young adjusted his glasses.

"Impossible," Gallagher exclaimed instinctively.

“The problem now is not ‘she’s dead,’ but ‘it’s as if she never existed.’”

"Let me be blunt, this girl's situation... not to mention you, even the hound family has never seen anything like it before."

““The first time”... So in Pinocchio, “death” really exists, is that right?” Walter Young frowned, looking troubled.

“You all already know, so what’s there to hide? Every city has a glamorous surface, but there’s bound to be a dark side. I don’t need to say more about adult matters.”

"To question the family based on this alone is naive. Even in dreams, there are unexpected deaths, so what? Such a low-probability event... will only affect a very small number of people."

"But does the family really not care about this?" March 7th couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that we're ignoring it, but rather that we're assessing the impact of the situation."

"He's just a stowaway, but what if the most powerful person in the entire universe were in this situation? What would his family do?"

"So, if you really want to get to the bottom of this case, you need to first understand the family's true 'difficulties.'"

“I understand.” Walter Young nodded.

"Now, let's talk about the story of 'Mikhail.'"

“You’re very perceptive. The Star Train also received that music box, didn’t it? Do you know what secret it holds?” Gallagher asked.

“A message: ‘Take in the impossible things in your dreams, find the legacy of Pinocchio’s father, the ‘Watchmaker,’ and then answer the question: Why does life sleep?’” Walter Young replied.

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