Chapter 4 Chapter 3 in bed

After eating a simple meal, I rushed to Dunhuang. The case of no-one on the stage has always been the core topic along the way.But this has nothing to do with me.No matter what speculation they make, rich or poor imagination, reliable or unreliable, I will ignore it. If it's a net, if I've touched it, I'm waiting for it to tighten. What if this is not the net, or rather, I was in the net many years ago? I do not believe. I didn't say more than ten sentences along the way.Because of my reputation, they can forgive my eccentricity.Hot and cold, far and near, this is me, they have been prepared for a long time.

We stayed in the best hotel in Dunhuang. Yuan Ye drove the car very fast and arrived at 11:30, which is not too late according to local habits.The Beijing time is used here, which is actually two time zones behind Beijing.The patron, Chen Ailing, has a room alone, and the guest herself has a room alone, while Fan Sicong and Yuan Ye have a room, and Zhong Yi has a room, all on the same floor. "Teacher, I think you seem a little... irritable?" Zhong Yi asked. By this time I had reached the door of my room. "Don't use that kind of psychoanalysis to analyze me." When discussing the murderer's psychology on the road, Fan Sicong mentioned that Zhong Yi had studied psychology.Maybe his so-called little understanding of psychology is because of Zhong Yi's hobby, so he deliberately went to learn a "common language".

"I thought you were sleeping, teacher, but I didn't expect you to listen. But I have passed the national second-level psychological counselor license. Second-level is the highest, there is no first-level." "Heh." I sighed, and saw Fan Sicong who was about to walk to the end of the corridor looking back here. I swiped the card to open the door. "Come in for a chat?" "OK." "How much is an hour?" I said, closing the door. "Three hundred is fine for you." "Can the night package be cheaper?" "This kind of joke is very low-level."

"Men are inferior." "I guess you still haven't said the second half of the sentence. Women are also low-level, and people are low-level, instinctive animals. Just like anyone has the desire to kill, and may kill. Moment. Eroticism, too, is the lowest, most earthly desire." I took another serious look at this woman. "You read like a poem. Now I truly believe that you are my most loyal reader." "Of course." "It seems that you often feel the desire to be closest to the earth under my guidance. Should I be honored?" Zhong Yi was still standing and did not sit down.That breath was so obvious, I talked to her across the bed, and every time I said a word, I felt that the smell of hormones in the air was a bit more.

"I really have experience as a psychological counselor. Three hundred and one hours, of course, part of it is for the clinic." She finally had a somewhat embarrassed expression, changed the topic, and seemed to want to sit down. I like women who are a bit of a challenge, but the point is always - I have to be able to knock them down when I want to.Oh, I know, hypocrisy, another original sin. "I really want you to be my psychiatrist. Do you have a white uniform, and it looks better with a pair of glasses." I walked around the bed and walked in front of her. "Maybe I really need a psychiatrist, but in fact, as far as I know, according to your rules, you can't."

She suddenly relaxed, raised her face slightly, and asked, "Why not?" "Because the consultant cannot have special feelings for the client, if it happens, it must be referred to other doctors." I looked at her with a shy expression, and said, "And you are my reader, a loyal reader. This means that when you hold the book, you have already imagined me many times." Take it in, let it go, take it in, let it go.How fun. Zhong Yi smiled. "Is the scene like this in line with your imagination?" I asked. I waited for her answer, since I entered the room, all the rhythms are under my control.

But Zhong Yi broke all this with one action. The faint body fragrance that was originally swimming around me suddenly became fragrant in my breath, soft, warm and sweet.She just kissed me straight up, squeezing my lips, and the passive feeling made me somewhat uncomfortable. This woman... I kissed her back forcefully, hooked her waist and fell onto the bed. Everything heats up in a matter of seconds, the clothes disappear so quickly, her breasts pop out of the purple bra, two spots of pink swell.I was amazed by the straight breasts and the thin waist, but immediately I didn't have time to feel them.In our intertwined moist breaths, we clashed violently.I feel pain all the time, my elbows, knees, hip bones and many hard things are striking hard, knocking out sparks and splashing magma, vibrating into a symphonic torrent, and we are just two notes in it, wrapped in it Keep going, oh, oh, oh, incomparable.

I tossed her off one last time, sweat mixed and she was already slippery like a fish.Finally I collapsed and lay panting in the thick smell of the whole bed with her. Breathing slowly became even and consistent, and then I started to really touch her, feel her contours.It was a beautiful arc, which made my energy grow again. She dodged suddenly, propped up her upper body with her elbows, and looked at my hand that was walking around her waist. "God, you're still wearing gloves?" Silver-white silk gloves wrapped around my fingers, sticking to the palm and back of the palm, like another layer of skin.

Yes I didn't take it off.Is this strange, has anyone seen me take off my gloves. I didn't answer, just stroked her. She lay back down and murmured, "It makes me feel like a dead man." "This is not a forensic glove, this is another layer of my skin." I whispered in her ear. I kissed her delicately, from forehead to toe tips, seeing every inch of her skin clearly.She tensed up again, trembling slightly.I finally felt her softness, and everything returned to the usual track, sober, rational, intoxicated, and in control.But I actually kind of miss the disorderly blazing just now, huh.

The second lasted much longer than the first - I guess.I actually lost the sense of time in the previous chaos, and I can't even remember if we ever made high-pitched bed calls. I leaned against the bed and smoked, watching Zhong Yi bend over to pick up the bra, and buttoned up the breasts lightly.The underpants flew to my side, and I reached out to pick them up and gave them to her. "Actually, you can sleep here," I said. "No." She refused very simply: "Tomorrow, don't provoke Fan Sicong on purpose." I smile. "Aren't you doing planning in an advertising company, why are you working as a psychological counselor?"

"It's not contradictory, go on a rest day, otherwise spending so much money will not be in vain, and the certificate is difficult to pass. In fact, being a full-time psychological counselor earns more than working now, and it's easier." "Oh, are you going to change the line?" "Kindly." She had put everything back on except the coat, and I was naked. "Then I'll go back to my room." "Do you know how I found out about the headless murder on the stage?" She froze for a moment, and I motioned her to sit down and stay for a while. "You won't tell me, you really did it." She sat down on the sofa. I got up, boiled water in the electric kettle, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.After washing, she had made two cups of tea and waited for me.I thought she would be a little scared, but it doesn't seem to be. "Either I did it, or someone wants me to think I did it." "I thought you were wearing gloves in the shower too." She watched me roll the gloves off into finger-thin little rolls and stuff them into a cloth pocket.She stretched out her hand, and I gave way gently, taking out a roll of new gloves from the rectangular plastic box and putting them on. "Where did you buy it?" "customized." "Order a lot?" "A lot." I smiled. "Cleanliness?" "Weirdness." I picked up the jade pendant that I had torn off from the pillow and hung it on my chest, put on my pajamas, took my wallet and sat on another single sofa, took out three and pressed them under the ashtray, and put them on the watch. Beside.The time now is one forty. "Three hundred dollars, right?" "Do you really want to? Oh, okay, anyway, I'm the only psychiatrist now, and I can't refer you to others before I return to Shanghai." "I don't need it when I get back to Shanghai. Either everything has been resolved, or..." I shook my head: "About that murder case, in a sense, I didn't know it until I jumped on the stage today It happened before." I left room to ask questions, but Zhong Yi didn't speak.She put down her crossed legs and adjusted her sitting posture to remind or confirm my intention—whether I really intend to reposition each other's identities from the previous fish and water men and women.It was a silent hint that she was sure I understood, and if I continued, it would mean that I had voluntarily agreed to a new pattern of being together tonight—therapist and client. Ok. "I thought it was just the plot of a novel. Although the novel was presented to me in a very strange way, I still thought it was just a novel, with fictional characters, fictional plots, and non-existent murders." I paused again, but this time just out of habit. "You really don't look like an active visitor with a desire to confide." Zhong Yi said: "You seem to be telling a story, and every word you say will leave a suspense." "Oh, professional habits. All things, after passing through my mind, are automatically arranged in such a structural order. There is nothing wrong with that, at least it makes you listen more carefully, doesn't it. Let me start from the beginning, before I start A few days before this journey, two days before departure to be exact, I found a hidden folder in my computer. Of course, I have never set up such a thing, and I have never seen anyone touch my computer. Let me say this, In fact, I want to say that although I have a good habit of regularly killing viruses, with my poor computer skills, if an expert hacks into my computer and does these tricks secretly, I will be completely defenseless. There is no doubt that the file This is how the folder and the novel WORD document inside must have come about. And I found it through a very mysterious way, a virus deletion prompt, what a delicate design, the hacker must have observed me for a long time, and I know My computer habits, including the anti-virus cycle, came up with such a method." "The novel in the file folder is about stage murder?" Zhong Yi said. "Yes, it's actually a fragment of the novel. There is no complete account of the characters and the cause and effect. It is mainly a description of murder. The night is dark and windy, thunderstorms are mixed, candlesticks are overhead, Qin opera mourns, throats are cut, and the clothes are stripped. These descriptions are very Meticulous, very vivid, very cruel, very graphic." "It sounds like your style." "Not only is it my style, but the password to open the file is my birthday. It was an elaborate conspiracy around me. Until I walked on stage and realized that the murder in the novel actually happened. , and it has not been broken so far, I realized that this conspiracy is more than I imagined..." I thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Actually, it should be said that it is just as I expected." "I've been asking myself what the people who set up all this really want. Using real cases as the material, I imitated my style of writing and wrote a novel, and sent it to my computer to be discovered by myself. Coincidentally, two days later , I really came to Jiayuguan and came to the scene. Our itinerary for this route was confirmed a month ago. Here... Heh, can I ask who chose this route? Who sets the departure time?" "Are... are you asking me?" "yes." "Could it be that your identity has changed from a visitor to a detective again?" I froze for a moment and shrugged. "So you are still willing to be a visitor temporarily." "Ok." "Then you have to be frank. If you don't have any doubts about yourself, based on what I know about you through novels-I think this kind of understanding is quite deep. When you encounter such a thing, you will only feel excited. A The challenge, an opportunity to play against opponents in the fog, is so fascinating. But the reality is that you are irritable and stressed, and finally become my visitor. This kind of abnormality only means one thing-you are doubting, doubting this A novel...you really wrote it yourself." I looked down and watched my hands roll over on my knees and back again.These are a pair of white and slender hands, a pair of literati's hands, the calluses left by previous labor have receded under the skin, almost invisible. "It is indeed a possibility." I said slowly. Zhong Yi looked at me. "I've been thinking about this possibility." After a while, I said, "Because I don't know what happened to me in those five years. And the murder on the stage happened at this time." In five years." "1995, the second year of your blank memory. You were twenty years old that year." "Logically, since I can't recall what I did in those five years, it can't be ruled out. Although it's only a faint possibility that takes a lot of imagination to fill in the details. It's that... I was really After doing such a case, I forgot for some reason, maybe I chose to forget it myself. However, when I started writing, oh, I just forgot to say, the creation time of this novel was exactly when I buried my head When writing "Ancient Well, Eyeballs, Teeth". During those months, I often wrote until late at night. Many images came and went in my mind. I could see a large number of pictures, and I tried to put some of them into Captured, strung together, and finally formed a novel. In the process, I admit that sometimes I was out of control, like drunk. Maybe a hidden personality once controlled me and was forgotten My memory suddenly revived, and I wrote these. The me who had lost memories, after writing these memories, because of fear, I sealed them up again and turned them into hidden files hidden in the corner of my hard drive. Finally, when I returned to normal ,despair!" I snapped my fingers.Of course, the sound was muffled. "The second personality fell asleep again, and the revived memory was forgotten again. Until now, I was brought back to this closed door by a virus. Open this door, and I became a murderer again, a person who cut down others. The head, the butcher hanging on the top of the city. Of course, these are nonsense." "You're still not being candid, if you really want our conversation to be of any use to you. You keep thinking about this 'slight' possibility, if it's really nonsense, how can it bother you so much you?" "People's thoughts always go to the worst." "But things always go for the worst. Oh, I don't mean to imply anything by saying that, but in your novel, if anything can go bad, it must go bad, isn't it?" I couldn't help laughing and shook my head: "I'm in a cocoon. I think in that direction because of the lost five years. People with complete memories can't imagine what it is like to lose their memories. It's a shocking part of life. Blank, the memory before and after is there, the white in the middle is extraordinarily abrupt, so abrupt that every moment you close your eyes, it is there, as pale as a black hole. There is nothing there, but It could be anything. You always wonder what I did in those five years. Even my readers keep guessing, and I, the client, are of course ten times more confused. When you keep on You can't stop thinking, no matter how scary things are, you will come up with them, especially someone with a rich imagination like me. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and stared at the dark ceiling, knowing that there is only one person there? It is a lamp, but if you look at it for a long time, the border between darkness and darkness will become blurred, and it will slowly twist, like a demon." "Why can I write so many murder novels, why I can write all the murder scenes, gory details, and grisly tricks at will, whether it is my talent or what I did in those five years .That’s right, the topic that you readers love to discuss, I have actually asked myself thousands of times. When I sit in front of the computer and meditate, the pictures that suddenly appear in front of me are inspirations or distortions of past experiences. The reproduction of sex. It is too exaggerated to say that I think about these things every day. But even if I think about it once a few days, if a person has to torture himself once a week, whether he has ever killed someone, that is What day, can you imagine?" "In those five years, are you really complete and can't remember anything?" Zhong Yi asked. "I woke up under a locust tree by the Yulong River in Hetian. There is such a sentence in all the profiles about me. Actually..." I smiled at Zhongyi: "In fact, it is true, as long as However, I have said less. Many times, the same thing, how much to say, how to say, is very different. For example, when you see this sentence in my introduction, how do you feel? Will it be like this In a picture, the young man wakes up from his dream under the old locust tree, the sun is shining, and the shadows of the tree are whirling. He sits up slowly with his waist stretched out, his head is in a state of confusion, everything from yesterday is like smoke, like fog, like a dream. , It seems like a dream for many years, this dream, together with several years, was illuminated by the sun, all of which melted like the first snow, and I can’t remember what happened.” "As expected of a writer, the description is very apt. This is how it feels. I feel that you are Nankey Yimeng. You went to the ant country in the locust tree cave to be the prefect of Nanke, but when you woke up, you forgot everything." "Oh, actually, when I woke up, I was covered in bruises and felt like I was going to die. At that time, my whole body was in pain, and my head was also injured, so my amnesia should be caused by the head. "I looked at Zhong Yi, she listened very attentively and seriously, when I said that she was injured, her expression changed slightly. "The worst part is that I didn't dare to call for help at the time." "why?" "The reason you just saw." Zhong Yi frowned, spread her hands, and made a slightly exaggerated gesture, indicating that she had no idea what I was talking about. Oh well, I forgot my visitor status again.To be honest, I don't think I need a psychiatrist. It's really troublesome to adjust my mentality to a patient state. "Because I found myself wearing this." I said, took off the hanging jade pendant, and handed it to Zhong Yi. "Have you seen it before?" I asked her. "Hetian Baiyu? Of course I've seen it." I stared at her: "Really?" "Baiyu, it's not dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, but of course it's not your piece." I smiled: "No, you haven't seen it." This is a piece of rough jade, eighty-seven grams, egg-shaped.A small hole was punched at the very tip, and a brown string was threaded for easy hanging.Compared with the usual pendants, this stone is actually too big.But as a toy, it is too small, and it is embarrassing. "The history of Hetian white jade mining is claimed to be 8,000 years, and the full-scale mining is also about 2,000 years old. After years and months, even heavy machinery such as excavators have been used, but the output has plummeted. It is really because It has been dug up. The so-called Hetian white jade that is common now is just Russian material or Qinghai material. It is also produced in the Kunlun Mountains. It is easy for laymen to be fooled. The piece you have now is not only Hetian white jade, but also It's suet white jade." "Suet white jade?" Zhong Yi asked.There was not much surprise in the tone. "Heh, it's the same as now, regardless of whether it is mountain material or mountain water, it dares to call it seed material, regardless of Russian material Qinghai material, it dares to call Hetian material. No matter what white jade it is, it dares to say that it is suet grade. But in fact, How many jade pickers will never see a piece of suet white jade in their lifetime, let alone such a big one." After I said this, Zhong Yi seriously looked at this piece of jade. "There are whiter ones than this one, but suet and suet originally refer to more than just whiteness. What kind of real suet is used to measure suet jade, and it is almost the same. Look at this The block, does it seem to be nourishing the oil, this is not the oil on my body, the natural oiliness, coupled with this kind of moisturizing, even if it is not suet, it can make the jade lover reluctant to let go. As for the whiteness In addition to being white, there are yellowish ones and greenish ones. Of course, the whiteness of suet jade is higher, but it is not pure white, but slightly yellowish white, or the same sentence, like suet. To achieve this Two pieces can be called sheep fat jade. Even a small piece as big as a fingernail is a treasure. I have seen a jade expert in the Shanghai Museum have a small piece, which is very precious to hang on his body. But if you press the most Strict standards, then in addition to these two, there is actually a third, which is almost a legend." Zhong Yi took the jade to the light for a closer look, and asked, "What do you mean, this piece is the legendary suet white jade?" "I woke up that day and found that there was such a piece of jade hanging on it. Although it was stained with blood, it could be seen at a glance that it was a good thing. I am a person who loves jade, so I took the jade to the river next to it immediately after being injured like that. I washed it in the bathroom. I washed it again and again, but I always thought it was not clean. After a few times, I realized that the light pink hazy covering it was not blood. You have to look very carefully. In it, there is a layer of very light pink. This is the real suet white jade, and the fresh suet must also have a layer of blood." "It seems to be really a little red. If you don't touch it, I can't see it." "That is, if the red is obvious, is it still called white jade? I was shocked at the time, this thing is priceless. When I was washing the jade, I recognized the Yulong River. Walking out from there, ten of the people I met Eight of them are jade pickers. If the suet white jade is white, hey. I forced myself to go out for two days and two nights. There were several adventures in the middle, and I finally returned to Hotan City alive. It’s also getting better, I was still young at that time. How, after listening to this real version, do you have any thoughts?” "No wonder you're so anxious." Zhong Yi returned the mutton fat jade to me and said. She didn't have any nostalgia at all. You must know that this small stone can be called by millions or tens of millions, so it can be called a priceless treasure.She just stared at the light for a while, huh, isn't it true that she is a beauty lover, women can only be conquered with diamonds.Or did she already have another personality after entering the professional state?Just like me when I was writing.In fact, I often ask myself whether I was also another personality during those five years. "Yeah, how did my injuries come about, and how did the suet white jade on my body come about, all of which hint at a certain possibility. In those five years, I may not have lived a peaceful life , probably completely opposite to the state of my study now. But so what, Hotan is thousands of miles away from Jiayuguan, to put it a bit extreme, even if I really did something in those five years, it doesn’t mean that the murder on the stage will be the same as I do, don't I?" But that doesn't mean it's not about you.Are you asking for my opinion, or are you just talking to yourself, so you can feel at ease? I presupposed Zhong Yi's answer in my heart.If I were sitting across from each other, I might say that. But she actually nodded and said, "Yes." Oh well, identity, as a psychological counselor, what reason does she have to compete with patients. Ha, patient. But, what is the real thought in her heart? "So, putting aside my subjective position, there are two possibilities for this matter, either one or the other. The first possibility is that someone wrote such a novel based on a real case, hacked into my computer, and hid it in Hidden in the folder, let me find out through the anti-virus prompt, and then I happened to come to Jiayuguan and found that the murder in the novel actually happened. Obviously, there are still people waiting for me, and this is just the beginning; the second possibility is that I did the case and wrote the novel, which was stored in my own computer and accidentally infected by a virus, so I I found that I came to the murder scene many years ago by chance again, but two consecutive coincidences are not acceptable to me. The righteous people who wanted to expose my cruelty designed this series. Similarly, the Jiayuguan stage is only the middle link, and there must be a next link at a certain time and place. To sum up, maybe I am a murderer, maybe I am a murderer. No, but no matter how different the first half of the story is, the second half will change similarly." I smiled at Zhong Yi, slowed down my speech, and said, "Someone arranged all of this. During this journey, there will be things that are not on the itinerary. Whether I am a murderer or not will be determined when the chessboard falls." There are many sons, there is always a general's moment. At that time, everything will be clear." "But it's not like your style at all. Would you be so passive and wait for changes to happen?" "Of course not, so I really want to know who set the time for this trip and who set the route. I came to Jiayuguan two days after I happened to discover the novel because of the virus. No one can Convince me that it's just a coincidence. Oh, I'm not questioning you, I'm just chatting casually, it's not good if I'm bored in my heart, right, I have to release it. " "It doesn't matter." Zhong Yi said: "Since I have asked the second time, I will report it to you in detail." She used the respectful title again, which was to express dissatisfaction.Is it so simple that I was taken out of the role of a psychiatrist? It's unprofessional.Of course, I still look forward to her next answer. "Our company has been cooperating with Mr. Chen for five years. Every year, there will be a similar event, that is, to find a celebrity who can resonate with the product, and then design a themed tour, take a group of photos or a video. This year's choice You, of course, are inseparable from me as your readers. As for the route, we planned it together, and then the boss made the decision, but in fact, there is no other route, because your novels all take place in Silk On the road, it can be said that if you choose you, the route is determined. Since you want to take the Silk Road, Jiayuguan is a must. In terms of time, have you forgotten, I decided with you, you Said that the first half of this month will be free, and then I will arrange a specific time, and after I arrange it, I will ask for your opinion again." "Ha, that seems to be the case." "But in fact, time is not very important, right, that... hacker, if he has been monitoring your computer, then he would have known that we had this plan through our emails more than two months ago, and then Plenty of time to write this novel, and finally get it to your computer at the right time. If there is such a hacker, then everything about you is open to him, no secrets. Oh, hope Your computer doesn't have a camera." "Fortunately not." I said. Actually not just a novel, I think.Of course, more than two months is enough. "Because I proposed to invite you this year, I am the source of the reason why you are here now. There is no doubt that I am quite suspicious." I laughed so hard that I bent down so much that my stomach was sore, then I stood up, walked in front of her and looked at her, waiting for the ambiguous breath to ferment, and then I planned to lean over and smell the body fragrance between her neck .Oh, she hasn't showered yet, that would be a familiar smell. "Don't." Zhong Yi tilted her head slightly: "I really can't find referrals here." I froze for a moment, took a step back, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Let me tell you how I feel, from the perspective of a counselor. Obviously, you have shifted the focus, from whether you have killed anyone in those five years, to who is behind the scenes who designed this series of loops. This is a psychological defense mechanism at work. Maybe you have not noticed this kind of self-psychological adjustment. But the source of your uneasiness is whether you have killed someone, or even killed someone on the stage in Jiayuguan. Although you are now If the contradiction is transferred, but the source is not clear, you will have no peace. From the perspective of mental health, I suggest you go back to the source issue, and from the technical point of view of how you deal with it now, because you have killed or You have never killed anyone. When you think about who the setter is, how he will set up the set, and what is the ultimate goal, two completely different logics will be derived. You can't even figure out the most fundamental things. Maybe make the right response? Maybe there's something you haven't figured out yet, maybe there's something you haven't decided whether to tell me or not. We can talk at another time, like tomorrow night." "You mean today?" It's almost three o'clock now. Zhong Yi covered her mouth and yawned a little. I laughed again: "This journey has just begun, so whether I have killed anyone or not is very important to you." "It's very important to us." Zhong Yi said in a casual tone: "Oh, by the way, that head was finally hung on the city wall. Is this also written in the novel?" "No," I said. "This is pure speculation on my part. Putting myself in the shoes of the killer. You know I'm pretty good at it." "But it's not necessarily true, is it? It's impossible for the police to inspect those iron hooks one by one." "It must be right. If I were him, I would definitely do this." I looked into Zhong Yi's eyes and said. She moves away. "So, tonight, my therapist." I agreed with her. "I hope you can tell me something new then." I think she's faking composure, she's flustered by me. "There will definitely be something new. I forgot to tell you earlier, it's not just a novel." "what?" "After "In Jiayuguan", there is "In Dunhuang"." "Another murder in Dunhuang?" Zhong Yi stared at me with wide eyes. "Another murder novel that happened in Dunhuang, whether it really happened or not, I'll have to read it tomorrow when I get to the scene." I stood up to see off the guest: "Okay, wait until tomorrow, you know I like to keep a little suspense, no matter In fiction or in life." "Those who play mysteries in the novel are the tricks that will die in the next chapter." Zhong Yi stood up and suddenly said this with a smile. "I never write such a boring plot, your taste is too mixed." When I opened the door, I wrapped my arms around Zhong Yi's waist and gave a deep kiss farewell. As soon as I got in, she became hot and hugged her back vigorously. She almost went back to bed to do it again, her eyes were already misty. "Looks like you'll have to learn to switch between the two roles," I said. This sentence made her wake up suddenly, and she took a step back. "Perhaps I'll tell you tomorrow night that I remembered that I had actually killed someone." I thought she would help me circle back with a smile.I guessed wrong again, women are really more difficult to guess creatures than murderers. "There is "In Jiayuguan" and "In Dunhuang", so...is there "In Hotan"?" She asked me at this moment. "Yes." I replied. I woke up with bruises all over my body by the bank of Hetian Yulong River, hanging a piece of priceless suet white jade.And in that hidden folder, there is an article "In Hotan". "However, I can't open it. I didn't guess the password to open that document." If it were me, I would answer "What a coincidence, it's just such a critical article that I didn't guess the password".But Zhong Yi said good night, and just walked to the other end of the corridor without looking back. This back view is really a good figure, especially the two petals of the buttocks are swaying.I whistled in my heart, closed the door and lay down on the bed. good dream.