Chapter 9 Nine

9 I'm in the office, across from "Brown".She hasn't spoken yet, but I already feel bad.Maybe what she wants to talk to me about is neither the house nor the salary, but something else... I don’t want to talk to her about the house or the salary—I don’t care about the house or the salary, I just want to be complained.But I don't want to talk about anything else.Other things are worse for me. After the robbery that day, when I went home to take a shower, I saw a wound from a wallpaper knife in my crotch.It had scabbed over like a black lint, and I put a Band-Aid on it, which was a trivial wound for a giant like me.But it stings like a needle in it.I found the knife and looked at it carefully for a long time. The blade was intact. There was no reason to think that there was anything in the wound, so I had to let it hurt.Perhaps because of the painful stimulus, the thing sticks up from head to toe, just like when it was robbed in the parking lot.In detail, it is not only straight, but about one-third of its length is slightly curved—from the front to the back—curved up, like a Nepalese dagger.When stabbing someone with this kind of knife, it should be stabbed in the stomach, and the tip of the knife will naturally pick up, causing serious injury.All in all, this upward-bending look is pretty vicious.If the "brown" saw it at night, I'd be in a bit of trouble.Because it's my responsibility to keep her from seeing it.This thing used to be small and honest, and not too ugly, but when someone stabbed it with a knife, it became bigger, dishonest, and extremely ugly.That is to say, there are sequelae.

There is also such a scene in another of my stories: In the desert, Cleopatra untied my loincloth, and the things wrapped inside stood upright, like cactus flowers blooming in the desert.The howling wind stirred the gravel—among the sharp gravels, it was perfectly round, with an indistinct luster, swaying in the wind.The teacher said to me with a smile: How could this be the case?I can't explain it.I looked down and saw what was wrapped in the sack under my feet: a copper hammer and some flat-headed nails.The teacher picked up a nail and brought it in front of me: the nail was as big as a dung beetle, and there were traces of forging on the four-sided nail body: this is the level of craftsmanship in BC, and it is cruder than modern foreign nails, but There is also the advantage of being firmly nailed.The teacher is going to crucify me. Before that, she will kiss me first, holding the nail with her left hand, pushing the sticking thing away with her right hand, and standing on tiptoe...

I raised my head and looked around—there were many crosses standing in the gray desert.Yesterday's classmates were all nailed to it.A person on the cross turns from white to brown, from brown to black, and finally shrivels up like a dried frog, a piece of burnt paper—a hard gel that melts and then solidifies. things, and then disintegrated in the wind and sand.Then I went to see the teacher again, and she had picked up the copper hammer, ready to drive the nails into my palm.This is a necessary step in turning into a dried frog.The teacher comforted me and said: It doesn't hurt very much.I said with a sense of humor: Then why don't you try it?She laughed out loud, and only then did I realize that the teacher's voice was very thick.

By the way, I have carefully considered how to kill myself: after the nails have pierced my hands and feet, let the teacher drive a sharp stake through my heart.This made her appear more benevolent—although such benevolence seemed odd.Much has been said between the Egyptian queen and the Eastern slave who is about to die on the cross, which is a very rare event... Finally, she said again: Remember, the world to come is silver... At this time, I was dripping with blood and trembling in excruciating pain.Only the cruelest pain could bring me back from the deserts of Egypt to this silver world.

If the story has a moral, it should be: It is better to die in excruciating pain in the desert than to be lost in the world of silver.The implication is vicious.The company leaders were right to shoot it down.Leaders are not stupid, "ke" is not stupid, and I am not stupid either.We always shoot everything that's interesting.This is because the more interesting something is, the more vicious it is. Our office is on the first floor. Some people say that the house on the first floor is down-to-earth, which means that the house is extremely humid, especially at night.The damp seeped through my clothes and corroded my bones.Wet color is brown.My teacher is also brown. She sat next to me, covered my shoulders with her brown hair, and told me that the future world is silver.That is to say, sooner or later the world will be reduced to a cold, thin, silvery chaos. If you put a piece of brass in your mouth, or chew a piece of tin in your mouth repeatedly, you will taste the pungent taste of metal-this It's the smell of chaos.It's not a good prospect.But there was nothing pathetic in the teacher's voice—her tone was gentle, even seductive.She rubbed a brown patch of warmth into my arms.In this story, the teacher has a long body with purple lips and nipples.In a blissful euphoria, I entered a warm dampness.In this story, my teacher and I sat on the root of a big tree, with the brown water system extending in all directions in the tropical rainforest.Only when I dived into the water did I find that the brown transparent water was hazy.Some big yellow and green frogs stretched out their legs and floated motionless in the water, like jellyfish floating in the sea.Waves of light and shadows floated on it.You can't tell if it's dead or alive.This is how this kind of animal makes a living—no matter whether it is a snake or a crocodile, they don’t want to eat a dead frog. In the water system, the teacher will also have tenderness. Gentleness is lying in a brown shadow, lying on the tangled roots of trees.But a burst of phone ringing stuck into my brain like a needle.This reminds me of a kid who tried to rob me every Wednesday in the parking lot.It was my duty to go out and get robbed by him right away - he would get impatient and would hit my jeep with a softball bat.I waited with apprehension, and before I picked up my headset, I knew the call would be a disaster.My jeep is finished.Jeep parts are hard to come by because the car has long since been discontinued.If I were to buy a car, I wouldn't be able to sit in it.Who made me grow up to be so big - I was born to be unlucky... "Brown" is still crying and not talking.It seems that I have to guess this riddle.I had all sorts of ominous premonitions, and one of the worst was that she was going to denounce my big erect cock.I have nothing to say but to apologize on its behalf, because people don't want to see you, but you are seen by others.I would further assure that it will not be like this next time - so she should be satisfied.In fact, what will happen next time, I don't know.This woman has a problem with the dark, and after get off work she needs someone to walk her through the dark parking lot and into the brightly lit areas.I am responsible for this matter: on the one hand, she is always silent like a mute, and no one is willing to walk with her; on the other hand, I am the head of the department, and I will do what no one does.

In the future, I will walk with her through the parking lot, and at some point, I will encounter a group of bad girls robbing my panties-at that time, it will stand upright again, and then the "brown" will come and denounce me... That said, simply apologizing is not enough.I also want her to cry bitterly when she sees something like this... I am going to use the teacher's words to comfort the "brown": "He straightens his, let's go our way."This sentence should be changed to me straight mine, you go your way - I suspect that the "brown" saw my thing and is now about to insist.If I'm an exhibitionist, this is the time to beat me up.But I'm not an exhibitionist.I took off my pants when someone pointed a knife at me.This must be made clear.Maybe I should apologize to her for the bend in the third, but also to be clear: it only bends up when a knife is pointed at it...