Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Looking straight into the heart

"Uh, thank you." As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at the owner of the big hairy hand. Her face lit up. "It is you." Only then did she realize that Dake had been sitting in a seat next to her, drinking alone. She was so hungry when she came in, she only had something to eat in her eyes, she only saw that there was just one vacant seat at this long table that could seat many guests, and she didn't see him at all. She didn't know how long Da Ke had been sitting here.He may have sat long enough, must have seen the way she gobbled up just now. She quietly put her feet under the table to retrieve the shoes she had taken off, thinking to herself:

"This man is real, why didn't he say hello just now! Instead, he was sneaking a peek at me here." "Why did your sixth sense disappear?" Da Ke asked her bluntly. She muttered to herself, "Why does this skinny hairy orangutan keep asking about his sixth sense? It's annoying." She reluctantly replied: "When I was eleven years old, I had a serious illness and almost died." She let out a breath. "Since that day, I don't have any sixth sense anymore." "You were very famous when you were young. I saw you on TV." "I didn't know you were my fan."

"Can you look straight into people's hearts?" He didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in her words. "What's so good about knowing what other people think?" She avoided his question. "I saw you perform on that show. You accurately predicted a plague in a small country in Eastern Europe in six months' time." "No matter what I prophesied, I am now a girl with a failed sixth sense." She picked up her glass and drank, looking at him over the glass.He didn't seem to believe that she no longer had a sixth sense.He has been interrogating her as a prisoner.

"Can you talk to the dead?" She looked at him and said: "Even if I still have a sixth sense, I can't talk to the dead. Talking to the dead is what psychics do." "Can you catch the murderer with your sixth sense?" He asked persistently. She almost wanted to tear off the hair on the back of his hand to see how he screamed. "If I had the ability, I'd be a detective." She said mockingly, shaking the ice cubes in the wine glass. For a long time, he didn't speak again, drinking wine in silence. She looked down at her book.They sat back to back like two strangers.

Finally, she heard the sound of him pulling the chair away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him get up and go to the counter to pay. He left without saying a word to her.She looked at the place where he was sitting just now, and the wine in his glass had been drunk. She looked at his back and cursed in her heart: "How rude! But I will work with him in the future!" Then she walked out of the izakaya. It rained heavily again.She got on Xiaoyao, took off her shoes, and drove back. The car crossed Lonely Long Street, splashing water where it passed.She turned on the radio to listen to late-night music programs, but her thoughts drifted away again.She purposely told the hairy orangutan just now, what good is it to know what other people are thinking?

It is good to be able to look directly into the heart of a person. The radio station broadcasts an hourly news report at this time. News reports said that a few hours earlier, a female detective of the special crime unit had died in the line of duty and the killer was at large. She stopped the car abruptly. She stepped on the brake with her bare feet, and suddenly remembered the pair of beautiful red shoes with roses under the table. They were a pair of small feet.She remembered that Da Ke had been persistently asking her about her sixth sense tonight, and he asked her if she could catch murderers with her sixth sense.She thought of the weary, wet figure in the corridor.Suddenly, all of this can be connected.

She gasped, and started driving again with trembling bare feet. On the way home, the sky was getting brighter. She was sleepless all night.The next morning, the sky was still blowing heavy wind and rain.She put on a green raincoat and a pair of capri pants, and drove the little demon back. She parked the car across the street, picked up her bag, pulled up the hood of her raincoat to cover her head, got out of the car in a hurry, got into the rear compartment, and pulled out yesterday's nylon suitcase.That suitcase had a big Dumbo elephant printed on it. The heavy rain hit her butt that was exposed in the carriage, and she moved the box to the ground in embarrassment.

Just when she was about to get in to get the umbrella again, she suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Bai Xiaolu." She turned to see him.He shielded her from the rain with a dark blue umbrella.Those dark, piercing eyes with a little frown around them looked straight at her, as if smiling at her. She hadn't expected to see him here and now.How long has he been standing here?She never noticed it. Covered under his umbrella, she raised her eyes to look at him, and secretly pulled back the wet trousers that had shrunk up with her hands.