"Text/Unpoetic Knife Boss" I went to the mainland last March to promote "The Tenant Upstairs", which I thought was impossible to publish in the mainland. Our itinerary is very tight. We have to travel through Shanghai, Beijing, Nanjing, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen in just a few days. Whether it is by plane or train, we all spend a lot of time on traffic; the point is that we usually run outside during the day Running around, being interviewed by the radio or newspapers, eating a big table of public relations meals, drinking alcohol, repeating my creative ideas over and over again, I was already tired when I returned to the hotel to rest at night, and I had no real contact with life in mainland China. It's a pity for the appearance.

But the great thing is that the massage service industry in mainland China charges very cheap. Gaia’s accompanying publicity Wen Xuan and I both like to find a place near the hotel for foot massage in our spare time. Grab it and go back to the hotel to sleep at night. Comfortable.This is probably the only leisure activity performed on the mainland. When we arrived in Beijing, we stayed in a courtyard hotel rebuilt from the mansion of the great eunuch Li Lianying.My room is on the side. It is small. When I open the door, I can see the courtyard. When I open the window, I can see the alley of the mansion. It is very cool. Before it was rebuilt, it was probably the place where the little eunuch who helped Li Lianying pour the urinal lived. My anonymous photo album: www.wretch.cc.album/Giddens).

There is a hard board advertisement on the head of the bed, which reads "Foot bath 29 yuan, warm massage 49 yuan, Japanese massage 69 yuan, Japanese bathtub 199 yuan".I lived in the little eunuch's room for two days, and I also watched the advertisement for two days.One afternoon, the interview was temporarily canceled, so I stayed in my room and wrote Lifehunter (why did I work so hard!), and when I was bored, I wanted a massage. So I called the number on the document, and then changed into a relaxed tracksuit and waited. During the waiting time, I was quite afraid that the massage service later would be sexual, but this is a hotel run by a mainland country. If you dare to put a fixed advertisement on the head of the bed, you probably don't know it is illegal?Even though I have doubts in my heart, since I called it, I called it, so let's deal with it randomly.

Fifteen minutes later. Knock knock. Taking a deep breath, I open the door. "Did you call the masseur just now?" A woman of about twenty-five years old. "Yes." I am pleased. Well, this woman is very strong, very similar to Bisji after transformation, so I feel relieved. With such a strong body, it is impossible to engage in pornography. He must be a massage master with well-proven wrist strength and joint skills. I obediently lay on the bed, lay on my stomach, and said, "Excuse me, what is a warm massage?" "It's just a full body massage." She said, slowly crawling onto the bed.

"Then I'll just order that." I said, suddenly turned over. Oh, it turns out that warm massage is not performed on the stomach, but lying down and facing each other. ...that's really embarrassing. So, Bisji looked at me, and slowly stretched out her hand that can tear off a corner of a whole deck of playing cards. ! I was taken aback, Bisji's hands went directly to my crotch, pinched the sides of my groin... slowly and densely massaging. Although I was surprised, I am a tough guy who has fought in the Nine Knife Cup Free Fighting Competition after all, so I kept my composure and wanted to say that the opening hand of the warm massage is really... erotic!

"Why don't you take a Japanese-style bathtub?" Bisji gritted her teeth. "Well, what is a Japanese-style bath?" I don't understand. "Just... take a bath together." Her face turned red. Dry! Why are you blushing! "That roar... Well, I am more suitable for warm massage." I don't know what I was talking about. I am finally completely convinced by these four words of not being deeply involved in the world. However, there is help! I closed my eyes and recited the mantra of rebirth in my heart to suppress the weird magnetic field in the room.

This warm massage is really weird. Bisji’s hands sometimes slap my thighs and calves randomly, sometimes scratch my chest and shoulders randomly, but most of the time they use force on my groin, making it so It's getting more and more... Strange, causing me to chaotically recite the mantra of rebirth. "Are... are there acupuncture points over there?" I didn't dare to open my eyes. "Acupoints?" "It's okay." My mind went blank. "gentlemen……" "Ok?" "We're doing porn." "Oh." Dry! Why did you say it!

I suddenly had the urge to compare my wrist strength. Don't panic! Never panic! Well, I have a philosophy of life that deals with situations like this... "If I won't be angry in ten years, I won't mind it right now." Change the sentence to "If ten years from now I won't be mad." I'm not shy, I'm ashamed right now." It should work! Well, calm down, I can definitely get over it. "gentlemen." "Ok?" "Let's do it!" "do what?" "Make love." "..." I want to yell. "It's okay..."

I open my eyes and smile. "Why don't you do it?" Bisji gritted her teeth, slapped my dick lightly with her hand, blushed and said, "Look, your head is laughing." laugh! ! ! ! Damn, being attacked by you all the time, how can my little head not laugh! "It's better not to, I came with my friends and had sex in the room in broad daylight. They came to me later and saw it. Isn't that too bad?" I kept calm and maintained my demeanor. "No, just do it and it will come out soon." Bisji's eyes showed a fierce look. "I don't think so, no one is having sex in broad daylight now. And if my friend finds out, that's really bad, really don't want it." I looked at the dick that was being slapped all the time.

It's really hard work for you. I will beat you hard a few times later, so that you will forget the humiliation you have suffered now. "But your head..." Bisji didn't give up. I'd love to jump up and rip my head off right away, but I'm not Piccolo and can't regenerate, so... "I'm sorry, I think it's better not to." I closed my eyes with tears in the corners of my eyes. Then there was a five-minute silence. Bisji patted this side, pinched that side with illusory and weak strength, and at most rubbed my neck, but refused to seriously massage it.

"Sir, are you Taiwanese?" "right." "Are you here to play?" "Come to work." "Do you have a girlfriend?" Bisji lifted the soles of my feet and massaged them on her breasts. "Yes." Hey, is this giving you a massage? "What does it look like?" Bisji rubbed my toes. "Single eyelid, small, with delicate features." "So you don't like my type." "Not really." I was so humble that I started talking nonsense. "Am I too fat?" "You're just a little stronger." This is not the point at all!You have a good massage and nothing will happen! Bisji also showed a hint of sadness in his eyes. "If you like the skinny and petite type, can I ask my other sister to come over and help you?" "It's really not necessary." "But your head..." Say no more. Stop saying my head is laughing. I am already very good at writing, but I have never heard such an adjective! "Thank you, that's it." "Or do I use my mouth?" "Really, I'm fine with this." "But your head..." Bisji! It's the fourth time! The joke is that no one uses it all the time like this! When the last forty-five minutes were up, Bisji got out of bed a little bit aggrieved, and fixed her hairstyle. "Thank you, I hope you don't mind." "No. Is it comfortable?" "not bad!" "But I didn't even use any strength." ... that's enough oh you. I paid the bill and tipped quite a bit too much because I felt a little guilty.I guess I must be a superficial and wasteful customer for Bisuke, and I hope the tips make her feel that taking the time to fan around isn't such a bad experience. At the end of the preface, everyone must expect me to write some small stories and big truths. But sorry, no, there is no such thing. The prologue looks like this, I have reached my limit, and the duel with Bisji ended in an ordinary way. The eleventh episode of Life Hunter, the dark bible of vampires, let's fight! (weak and feeble)