Chapter 4 Chapter Four: A Murderous Affair

"You're right, our sex life sucks!" I called my good friend early in the morning, and when I heard Jie Si's voice, I still couldn't help expressing my sadness. "What else is a marriage but bad?" Her voice was muffled by a hangover. "It's just that I never admit it," I went on. "Are you all right? How did things go after the dinner party? Did you confront Stretcher about your honeymoon at Nijargang Falls?" "I went back to the bedroom angrily. Can you believe it? He came after me and said he wanted to have sex! Said he was so damn excited after I finished scolding him!"

"what do you say?" "I said he really deserves to die!" I laugh out loud. "But did you ever ask him why he was eating Viagra?" "He said he took it for me, and said that he experimented in private, but the effect has not been achieved. However, the dosage has been adjusted now." "Do you believe?" There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Do you believe that the sun rises from the west?" "So obvious?" "The detective should be out!" "What is female 007 going to do?" "Remember we were going to Sri Lanka to celebrate our wedding anniversary?"

Renowned humanitarian doctor David Storland has never vacationed at the scene of a disaster—Congo, Algeria, Sudan, Myanmar, Aceh, Indonesia, which was hit hardest by the tsunami in South Asia.However, these disaster scenes are a nightmare for women on vacation, but Stooge is the kind of person who is only happy when he arrives in the jungle or battlefield where malaria mosquitoes and terrorists are infested, so Jess finally stopped going out with him . One year, Stretcher announced that they were going to Disneyland. Jess asked dubiously, "Disneyland? Really?" She later found out that Florida, where Disneyland is located, still has the death penalty, and the heavily guarded Conwell Prison, which specializes in detaining death row inmates, is near the park.

When David goes to provide medical care to the "abolitionist" protesters, she is again stuck among the rides with young Josh.For a mother, this is tantamount to a death sentence. At that time, she telegraphed me - asking for amnesty, urgently needed help. "Sri Lanka?" "Well, David wanted to treat tsunami survivors with a pineapple cream cocktail. He canceled because he was too busy with work in London, but he insisted that I go." "you want to go?" "On the face of it I'm going to... Kathy, will you be busy for a few nights next week?"

"When am I not busy? Although I'm just sitting in front of the mirror and plucking out too long facial hair. What's the matter?" "I'm going to pretend to go to the airport, then hide at your house, and then find out which homes this good doctor Jishi visits while I'm not at home. Will you help me?" My heart sank deeper than the Titanic. "You want to follow him? This is against the law!" The orange one-piece prison uniform was beckoning to me, but I couldn't say no to her. Whenever I have an emergency, it's Jess who reaches out, not Hannah who just says, "Sorry honey, I'm allergic to children." But, as I later explained to Roy, I do Will do my best to dissuade Jess.

"Of course, you are always welcome in my family," was all I could say. "But you know, my husband is a veterinarian. Not only is the hospital next door, he also brings his work and patients home. I really can't guarantee that something will come out at night and bite you!" I also warned her that any crisis I thought would require the police to mobilize the Thunderbolt team, Lowe usually thought that a swipe with a towel, whatever the unruly animal, could be resolved. However, no warning can stop her, and she has made up her mind to become a female detective. The good thing is, this week I got the "wife" of my dreams - when I went to teach at school, Jess cleaned up the kitchen garbage for me, caught two cats that were trying to escape, and bought me dishes, laundry, plus cook a delicious dinner comparable to a fine dining restaurant.However, for Jess, who is used to drinking top-quality champagne, it would be even better if she could find cheap rice wine in recycled jam bottles for cooking at my house.

She also supervised Jamie and Jenny's homework, a chore that would drive me into a vegetative state. I do love my children, but I really only vomited every morning after Chi gave birth to them! A child is like a desktop computer, you have no idea how much work it takes to assemble it yourself, until the parts are scattered on the desk in the study, and you and your husband yell at each other, "Who brought that home in the first place! ?” However, these children not only easily learn to use computers, they also easily learn how to manipulate their parents! Anyway, that's what Jess did for my family because I helped her do a little "stalking".At least I thought things were small at the time...

It was actually fun at first... I was late for a meeting at school, and Jess picked me up at the school gate in a rented car.I noticed that she was dressed in black, with a toque hat, and that she had replaced her usual high heels with sturdy trainers. She lifted her foot to show me. "Lesbian shoes, honey, they're actually quite comfortable, no wonder they all look happy." "Do you really think it's worth it? I still have 30 essays to correct!" I love teaching, really, and with the possibility of an upgrade, I'd love to add more fuel. "Did you know? People say that the only person who knows exactly where her husband is every night is a 'widow'." Jess ignored me and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

Winter came suddenly and fiercely, and the sky was leaden gray with low clouds all January.London is like a giant pork freezer, deserted everywhere, as if everyone is hiding at home and surfing the Internet, desperately looking for the last cheap air ticket to the Canary Islands in southern Europe. We watch Stretcher walk from the gym to a cocktail party at the home of a cabinet minister to a fundraiser at the Victoria and Albert Museum to save Sudan from famine. Under the gloomy sky, the gloomy museum looks even colder.Jess and I sat shivering in the car, cheek pressed against the side window, she stared out the window, I corrected my English homework in the dim light of a cigarette, and we ate dinner from a roadside stall— It wasn't really dinner, but at least it was hot food.

When I was cold enough to have my limbs amputated, Stuart jumped down the marble stairs of the museum with vigor and power, and Jess started the engine immediately. As we tailed his Jaeger toward the Hampshire area where their home is, I ventured to say to my friend, "Maybe he's not lying to you, he's almost home. Shall we go home?" I yawn.I have to correct an hour of homework, and I really want to go to the toilet. Finally, even Jess was ready to admit defeat. "Okay! Casey, maybe I'm overreacting." However, just as we were about to give up, Stuart suddenly made a U-turn and drove towards Kendin Road.We landed on almost only the left two wheels and followed him to make a ninety degree left turn.

The advantage of the female detective is that when the car is being tracked, we can use our labia to suck the seat, so as not to fly out of the car window! We turned the corner and searched until we saw his car in front of a row of dilapidated state houses with jagged roofs jutting into the sky.Stooge didn't turn off the engine of the car, but sat in the driver's seat and talked on his mobile phone. After a while, a girl wearing a colorful Mexican-style pullover, talking on a mobile phone, appeared on the front porch lit by pale fluorescent lights, and then jumped into the passenger seat of the Jaguar. Jess leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white like someone who is too nervous to ride a roller coaster. "That's Philippa—his researcher." "Maybe he just has something for her to study." I boldly assumed that I was already anxious. "Tell you, according to statistics, only girls under the age of nine or nomads in the world look good in a hooded cape. This girl is too self-aware!" But Jess had no interest in joking. We followed Jaeger quietly and unhindered to his and Jess's home, and watched him enter the house, holding the young woman's hand, from two houses away.It was midnight, and the quiet London was like a cemetery. Black clouds rolled across the sky, and white smoke was exhaled from our mouths. A light came on in the master bedroom, but it quickly went dark.Knowing that this should be a quiet task, Jess still burst into tears. I believe that even the expedition team sent by the British Geographical Society in Antarctica should have heard it. Something inside her cracked, it was like heart surgery without anesthesia, and she sat in the car crying into the bloody hole in her chest. Is there a doctor nearby?Yes, I have!It's just that he's showing off his "clinical decorum" to another woman while his wife bleeds to death in a rented car outside the house. I moved Jess to the passenger seat and held the steering wheel myself, but because I was so angry, the car shook all the way and couldn't drive in a straight line. Jessie cried for another hour before I was reluctantly coaxed into the house. "He actually brought her home to sleep in our bed! That's not my home anymore, it's become a goddamn platinum 'dry' palace!" She was in so much pain that it was not so painful to give birth without painkillers. "Come on, honey," I said gently to her. "You need something to drink." "What I need is to get into a hot tub with plugged-in electrical appliances!" she cried. After finally entering the house, I kept making cold jokes like "a man is like a worm, just longer".But Jess ignored me at all and just curled up on the bed in the little room behind Lowy's operating room that was supposed to be a guest room with a bottle of whiskey in his arms. Seeing her like that makes me want to cry too.While rubbing her quilt, I was thinking: As a husband, you should hang a warning sign at any time, which reads - this person may endanger your mental health. Apparently, Jess forgot to read the notes on the back of the marriage certificate! On Tuesday night, the atmosphere in the car was serious. We followed Jess's husband to an AIDS fundraising dinner hosted by the Prime Minister's wife at Kensington Palace, where a penetrating string quartet provided some background music to the silence in the car. After two hours of almost freezing to death, Stooge and other participants went to the most fashionable "China White" nightclub for a nightcap. "How long do you think they'll stay?" I asked. Swarms of clouds pass low across the night sky, as if this is cloud peak hour.Everyone is rushing home, really, everyone is in a hurry, but we are not rushing at all. "I have a lot of math homework to do! A circle is a straight line that meets at both ends with a hole in the middle..." I read out a student's answer. "OMG! These students need someone to bang their heads!" Jess just shrugged displeased, too miserable to answer. "Oh... okay!" I gave up. "But let's not stay too long, okay? Shall I go get dinner?" She shrugged again, and said weakly: "Get some of the most unhealthy things to eat." I bought two low fat muffins back. "Excuse me, madam, would you like to eat Banana Polyron, or Blueberry Polyron?" Before Jie Si took a bite of the banana muffin, her husband had already come out of the nightclub with the new United Nations charity ambassador—the little singing princess. We tracked them to the Savoy Hotel and saw the two using the more secluded riverside entrance.Stretcher parked the car on the double yellow line and tossed the car keys to the doorman with the familiarity that seemed to have been done hundreds of times. "Maybe they just go to the American bar in the hotel and have a healthy bowl of unhusked wheat kernel soup, or any hard liquor that doesn't cause cancer." I made these unconvincing opinions. Jess ignored me and just stared darkly ahead. We found a parking spot and parked the car, keeping an eye on the Jaeger that Stoudemire sniffed at us.The pavement of the riverside streets turned milky white because of the billowing fog. An hour later, I remind Jess that celebrities are just figments of luck.The Thames twitched beside us, moonlight and thick fog making the famous river pale like milk.Two hours later, when I told her that in a few years Jin Qi would be a background unknown behind impersonators, the only answer was the rough cry of seagulls. I tried my best to use the faint light of the street lamp to correct the students' geometry homework, "'horn' comes from God, it has wings..." It's just that this angel has lost the will to live! Three hours passed, and my good friend began to cry silently. She curled up in the corner of her seat, shaking from crying. "What do you want me to do?" I asked discouragedly. "Call the tabloids that specialize in insider scandals?" Seeing that Jess has shrunk into a ball, I want to cheer her up. "I can't let my child lose face like this!" She whispered, and suddenly vomited out the banana muffin she had just eaten, and the sour smell filled the car. On the third night of our Indian Ocean holiday, we went on another clandestine trip. Hiding in the rental car, we watched as Jess's husband parked the car in the back alley of the theater where the musical "Cats" was being played, by the entrance and exit of Workman Chang.The alley where he parked his car was as dark as the urine-smelling ditches on the battlefield, but the nocturnal animal that Dr. Storland incarnated, like a bat, could detect a beautiful young woman no matter how dark it was. The kitten he was waiting for came out in skinny leggings, pointed high heels big enough for a weapon, and a manly floppy hat.He took her arm and guided her into Jijia. Judging from the silhouettes, the two started kissing as soon as they got into the car, and our jaws dropped when we saw them roll over into the back seat.The car immediately began to shake and vibrate, and the springs of the Jaeger bounced violently, making people think that the car was giving birth.I looked at the exhaust pipe several times and always thought that there would be a small rack being born from there. "She's in the wrong musical, she should be in 'Girls and Dolls'!" I tried desperately to bring out Jess's famous dark sense of humor. Jess was not in the mood to cooperate and just blew her nose. "Loy Webb should sell these cats to a lab for cosmetic experiments!" said Jess sadly and bitterly. One thing is undeniable—three nights, three women! It's no wonder that Stretcher treats Viagra as a glucose drip. He obviously thinks he is the hero of the movie "The Merry Doctor", and he is merciful everywhere. On the fourth day, Stuart went to the BBC's studio to record a live debate program. The topic of the debate was: whether terrorists should be tortured.It's been promoted on TV for far too long, so we already know about it. I want to advise Jess to stop following her, and I hope I can go to bed early today.After three days of severe sleep deprivation, my face has turned green, and the dark circles under my eyes are as big as a raccoon about to commit suicide. It was my turn to drive this day, and I was so tired that I almost drove into the bushes in front of the studio, like a long-distance freight driver supported by a "savage bull". "Did you know? The only industries that can go to work with bags under their eyes are the President of the United States and the actors of Star Trek." I parked the car opposite the exit guardhouse and said sadly. But Jess insists that her husband is a snake and always comes out to look for food at night. He has detectors and can detect any warm things, including the BBC hostess-this is the woman I saw The presenter came to the conclusion as she passed the exit in a chauffeur-driven limousine, with Stretcher sitting next to her. A kind of composure appeared in Jie Si's whole body, which I didn't like very much, with a little weirdness. "You're thinking, how are you going to kill him, aren't you?" I asked. "Let's put it this way! I'm not going to suggest he start watching a series that's too long," she said matter-of-factly. Watching Stretch enter the hostess's mansion in Nottingham Hill, Jess suggested I buy a mop and a bucket when she used the scissors attached to the nail clippers to cut off her husband's kidneys and sell them on the black market , used to clean up the scene of a lynching. "Anyway, he has two kidneys...and two faces!" Looking closely at Jess in the dim light, I found that her expression didn't look like she was joking. "What can I do to cheer you up?" I gently touched her arm. "I must cheer up! There is a report that it takes forty-two muscles to frown, but it only takes two to pull the trigger of my father's shotgun!" She gritted her teeth and replied sternly . "The muscles you need to use are some photos of your vacation in the tropics," I reminded her, "and you should go to the beauty salon before Sunday to get a tan with sunlamps." Jess turned a deaf ear to all, clasping her hands in a prayer position. "Please God give me the patience to put up with what I can't change and change what I can't tolerate, and give me the wisdom to find a good place to hide the dead body of my charitable asshole husband!" On the fifth day, Stretcher's female companion is from Mayfair, where rich and expensive people are concentrated. She is a female who wears mink fur, has diamonds in her pug necklace watch, and takes a yacht to vacation around the world as soon as summer comes. animal. "Oh my God! She was sitting next to me at the 'Caribbean Abolition' fundraiser!" Jess reported to me in amazement. Seriously, at this moment I really wish Britain would bring back the death penalty and hang husbands who break their wives' hearts. "There are too many people like this! Become a model, find a rich man to marry, and then start to develop a social conscience to replace her sunset career." I said. "But David said he hated her... oh my god! It's so hot in the car!" Jess opened the window and let in the cold air. "He said she had the IQ of a plankton." We tracked them to a super fancy restaurant in Piccadilly. "You wouldn't believe how hard Stretcher was on me. Even the floss had to be reused. He would disinfect the used floss with alcohol and hang it to dry.' It wasn't damaged, so it was thrown away, too Wasted! Jess.' And he took her to such an expensive restaurant to burn money?" she whined. "Does this car have air-conditioning? I'm about to catch fire!" She fanned the wind vigorously with her palms again and again, she was so excited that she could hardly breathe, while I was cold to death beside me. After following them back to the woman's house in Mayfair, Jess already looked like a female prisoner about to be guillotined. "You're only upset about faking an orgasm in front of Roy once in a while, but these men...they can fake an entire marriage!" On the sixth day, Stretcher ventured into the wild Hackney district. I can't believe he can seduce another woman!I mean, if that were the case, his appendage would be celebrity enough in its own right to need a private agent to arrange itineraries. "Your husband is suffering from a sperm-killing mania!" I said suspiciously as I watched Stuart get out of the car. Jess's husband gave up his usual suit and leather shoes for this beauty hunt, and changed into jeans and a leather jacket.After locking the rack with the remote, he wanders into a dingy Irish pub, though the names of the bands singing live are catchy—Spicy Red Armor and The Right To Gulp Meat. While we were hiding in our rental car to watch, a bunch of punks swooped in and kicked every car along the way. We discussed how to deal with this area that is prone to looting, and originally decided to pretend to be religious fanatics and preach to them: "Jesus said that I am God's chosen people." Young people usually don't like to be near such people.However, in the end it was decided that I would act like a principal and ask them: "Have you finished your homework?" Those little ghosts were scared away, and Jess and I were finally able to stick our red noses to the window of the tavern. Stretcher was drinking mugs of draft beer with a freckled twenty-something girl with honey-blond hair tied up in a ponytail. "Oh my God! That's our masseuse—Camier!" Jess's voice was wet, which was comparable to the gray and black sky that was about to rain. "It's very cute!" The cold wind slapped my face forcefully, and I can't blame my lisp. We watch indignantly as Stretcher undoes the girl's ponytail, letting her long hair hang coquettishly over her toned shoulders. "We've had her massage for three years, how long do you think they've been dating?" Before, I never understood how Stuart could be so brave. He often went to places where wars were taking place and where strange diseases were rampant to provide medical assistance, without being afraid at all.Now that I think about it, Jess doesn't even have to step out of the house, she is already surrounded by viruses and enemies! "You should have found out if the bastard had cruel intentions on your first date in Cambridge." We parked outside a quiet Japanese restaurant, Japanese Piston, the eerie lights of the neon sign showed the pained lines on Jess's face. "The problem is, he's full of contradictions, like all intellectuals," Jess concluded bitterly. "It's like a young prostitute who loves getting spanked, but goes to a 'No Child Abuse' demonstration; or like a sixteen-year-old daughter who calls you materialistic, but drinks your best Krug champagne and steals Take your fur coat; or your human-hating human rights lawyer. Of course not every intellectual is like that, that’s just a minority!” she said. "He can risk his life to save people he doesn't know, and at the same time destroy the lives of those around him..." She was heartbroken. "Who is this man I married? He looks like an alien!" Aliens from the "making love planet"!As I thought about it, I drove the car towards home. "The stupidest thing—I still love him! Kathy." Jess was so vulnerable that she almost melted. "Love" can't describe the feeling of Jess, David Storland is her whole world! It is very dangerous to think that as long as there is "love" in marriage, it is tantamount to sailing around the world alone with only a tapestry painting! The seventh day is the Sabbath, and even God rests, so it's time for Stuart to take a rest, right?What does this guy want?Hosting a mistress audition?He's done it so many times in the last week that his dick should be callused! Because Lowe was out for a meeting this week, I was bleeding out of my purse in order to find a babysitter to watch the kids while we were out as detectives, and with a week of sleep deprivation, I was almost doing the laundry with the kids Throw it in the washing machine!When I make my daughter's breakfast, I spread the cream on my hands and put it on her plate! However, against the odds, on the day Jesdu returned to his sweet home after a vacation that should have been refreshing and peaceful, Stuart still brought home a college lecturer with blonde hair and a fit body. Jess recognized it as one of his patients. Sitting in the rented car parked across the house, we had already seen the strangeness and drew the curtains of the master bedroom. "My husband is a veterinarian, and I hope he doesn't take patients home to sleep in their beds," I said with mock humor. "Her name is Marianne, and she came to the house once," Jess said. "It is said that dizziness is common after facelifts. I didn't expect the treatment method to be—take a deep breath, move your body forward, and put your head between the doctor's legs." I laughed meanly. "What does this Marianne teach at the university? How to steal someone's husband?" "She taught Sylvia Plath." "So she's a pathological Plath fan." We laughed out loud, physically and emotionally, kicking us into an almost hysterical state, laughing until we cried.However, when the laughter stopped, Jie Si's tears still kept flowing.

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Notes: He is the composer and producer of TV series and many famous musicals such as "Phantom of the Opera" and "Superstar".