Chapter 8 The goal of the first episode is street girls

Ten years later, I can still recall the sensation my first manuscript caused in this city. That day, as soon as the manuscript of unannounced visits to beggars appeared in the newspaper, the hotline of the newspaper office rang non-stop.Citizens have told about the situation of beggars near their place of residence and their experience of being deceived by beggars. I was also highly regarded by the leaders of the newspaper because of this manuscript.Now, I still remember that at a meeting of all editorial staff of the newspaper, the editor-in-chief praised me without naming me. He said that this manuscript was the most important one since the newspaper was founded.The boss also told the girls who answered the hotline at the meeting that no matter who called, the identity of the author of this manuscript must not be revealed, and there might be someone from a beggar organization pretending to be a citizen to make a call.

After listening to these, my heart is filled with harmonious warmth. Also at that meeting, the director praised me without calling me by name, saying that if you choose the profession of journalist, you must have dedication.If all journalists can be like me, why worry that the newspaper cannot develop? I know they don't call names, it's all to protect me. After unannounced visits to beggars, I made unannounced visits to other groups of people: gamblers who gamble in private rooms in hotels, teenagers who receive fake banknotes in exchange for real money, profiteers who mix alcohol with water and pretend to be Moutai... These articles can cause a sensation as soon as they appear in the newspapers .Newspapers that published manuscripts of unannounced visits always sold well that day.

However, after so many unannounced visits, my identity has also been exposed.Someone once called and threatened me, saying they would beat me into a disability; others said they would buy me a leg or an arm for 100,000 yuan. I feel a deep fear.Every night after getting off work from the newspaper office, I walked down the street, feeling terrified and restless.I kept looking back, worried that someone would kill me from behind; when someone was walking or running, I was very nervous, and quickly leaned my back against the wall; I was worried that it was someone I had secretly visited. The one who came to take revenge on me.

For a long time, there was a kitchen knife in my bag, which I bought at a street stall.When I was walking, the kitchen knife hit my hip hard, so I felt a little safe.Many times, I was walking home alone, with my right hand in my bag, holding the handle of the knife, my eyes wandering around, looking at the expressions of everyone next to me.And when no one was paying attention to me, I quickly ran into the rental house. At that time, due to the expansion of the newspaper office, our dormitory was used as an office, so I had to find a house in the village in the city to live in. Also in that year, I made an unannounced visit to the prostitute community.

The unannounced visit stemmed from a criminal case. Not long ago, a homicide occurred in the provincial capital. A prostitute was brutally murdered by a client in a rental house. According to various clues at the scene, it was the client who did it.However, trying to find a client in a huge city is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Almost at the same time, cases of prostitutes being killed occurred in many cities.Why are murderers targeting prostitutes?Are prostitutes really as rich as outsiders think?Are their jobs fraught with danger?These issues have become the focus of attention.

Prostitutes were still very mysterious back then. In order to understand the living conditions of prostitutes, I started to break into the prostitute community. It is said that this kind of occupation is very ancient, since the existence of human beings, this kind of occupation has existed. According to my many unannounced visits to prostitutes in the past ten years, I think prostitutes can be divided into the following categories: the first category is the hotel where the business is located, the environment is elegant, the income is rich, they will not be introduced, and they only do business in the hotel.The second type of prostitutes are in the sauna room, the environment is better, the income is much less than the first type, and they will not be released.The third category is in the hair salon, the environment is poorer, the income is slightly less than the second category, and generally it will not be issued.The last category is the so-called "street girls", who are the most risky and have the least income, and the murderers are also targeting this kind of prostitutes.

The objects of my unannounced visits are only placed on the fourth category of prostitutes. Previously, I had read many books about prostitutes, all of which described prostitutes as being forced by life, and some even college students came to prostitution in order to pay their tuition fees.After many unannounced visits, I found that these books are all nonsense, created by some boring literati sitting at home and patting their asses. There are also books that write prostitutes as Du Shiniang in ancient novels and Margaret in foreign novels. They are so indifferent to money, put righteous characters first, and dare to break through even in dire straits for love. This is even more nonsense.The vast majority of contemporary prostitutes have long since lost their standards of conduct, so what loyalty is there?There are countless prostitutes, and that heart has long been enamored with a man, only with money.How can a prostitute who has had skin-to-skin relationships with countless men fall in love with a certain man?

A person who has completely smashed her dignity and personality to the ground, do you still hope that she will have human feelings?Because she has no dignity and personality, she has no moral bottom line, and she can do anything.These are my insights after many unannounced visits to prostitutes. In recent years, "hymen repair" surgery has appeared in unscrupulous hospitals in many cities. I heard that the business is very good, and most of the customers are prostitutes.After the prostitute repaired the hymen, she began to pretend to be a pure and innocent virgin again, falling in love shyly, and marrying shyly.Prostitutes are master performers, they will deceive many adolescent men who are full of yearning for love, but will such a marriage be happy in the future?The answer is self-evident.

In this city, there is a street. Whenever the night comes, there are countless topless and backless figures on the street. They either have long hair hanging loose and are charming;They stood by the side of the street, in the shadow of lamps selling sugar-fried chestnuts, and on the dimly lit steps of shops and restaurants. When they saw a man approaching, they asked, "Hey guy, are you playing?" Some of them have several orders in one night, and some of them run empty every night.They can follow men to faraway places, go to his home, or open a room in a nearby small hotel; they can also bring men into a small room they rent, or a room they share with others.Behind them, some are secretly backed by evil forces, and some are fighting alone.

Their lives are the same, they are in contact with different men every day.They quickly forget the man's face, but they will not forget the money he sent to their hands.Some of them have been in this industry for a long time, and their vision is very sharp. They can tell at a glance whether a man is rich or not, and whether his personality is cruel; They; some of them have just entered the industry, timid and cowardly, and men dare not say a word without paying. There are hundreds of prostitutes on this street, and they all live in rented houses in the urban villages near the street. In this urban village, there is an unusually grand building with five floors and hundreds of rooms, most of the tenants are prostitutes.In order to make an unannounced visit to the living conditions of prostitutes, I also rented a room in this building.

That building became a brothel at night.Although the weather is hot, the doors of every house are closed and the curtains are tight. From the cracks in the doors and windows, there are wisps of women's majestic or small groans.I stood in the middle of the patio, as if enjoying a grand symphony.The continuous sound waves hit my eardrums and tortured my endurance. Many times, I would sit under the eaves of the concierge.There is a rule in the construction of houses in the north. No matter whether the yard is a Huatang mansion or a low thatched cottage, a gatehouse is always built at the exit of the yard.Under the eaves, I saw the ladies walking in and out, all graceful and swaying.Their clothes couldn't be shorter and thinner, and their walking postures are extremely exaggerated, exuding a monster aura, which reminds me of "Liaozhai". If a prostitute is walking down the street, you can easily spot it.Why?It's because they have a demonic aura about them.This evil spirit can only be felt, can only be figured out, can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. This compound at night is like a revolving lantern, with various characters starting to appear on stage.If the lady came in alone, there must be a man poking his head a few tens of meters behind; if a man came out of this yard, the lady who had just "worked" with him would definitely come out after a few minutes.Those men are like going to a public toilet, "come in a hurry, go in a hurry, just like this wind and rain." After midnight, the prostitutes came back one after another, some of them made money, they were very happy, and shouted upstairs from a long distance: "Husband, come down for supper." sleep. In addition to prostitutes, there are all kinds of people in the rented house, some are the prostitute’s husband, some are the temporary concubine’s boyfriend, some are the people who protect the prostitute behind the scenes, and some are people who depend on the prostitute for a living. When I first moved into this rental house, there were three people who left a deep impression on me. One is Xiaolan, who comes from a village in a remote county in a mountainous area of ​​this province.I saw her ID card later, the place is in the mountains, I think her family's circumstances are not good.Xiaolan looks good. She is thin and tall, about 170 centimeters in height. She has "three protrusions" on her body, a few small moles on her face, and she wears very thick sandals on her feet.Sandals like boots in old dramas were very popular at that time.That summer, fashionable girls almost had a pair of these shoes.Xiaolan's eyes are slender, with upturned corners, as if she is always smiling. One day, Xiaolan brought in a cripple who was probably in his 30s and was wearing a suit without buttons.As he moved, the hem of his suit flapped like wings.As soon as he entered the door, he threw Xiaolan on the bed.Xiaolan struggled, but in vain.Xiao Lan's window was not closed that night, and she may have been crushed by the cripple before she could close the window.Through the window, I saw the cripple take off Xiaolan's skirt, and Xiaolan cried. I was struggling all the time: should I rush over, should I call the police, should I save Xiaolan.If it was another pure girl, if it wasn't a prostitute, I would definitely rush over. However, the people in that room are prostitutes and clients having sex at the moment, should I care?Until now, I am still thinking, should I take care of it that day? After a few minutes, the man got up and fastened his pants.He said rudely to Xiaolan, "Why are you crying? From now on, with me covering you, no one will dare to bully you." Then he limped and walked out without giving him any money. Xiaolan kept crying. After crying for more than ten minutes, she wiped away her tears and went out to pick up customers. Later I found out that the cripple was an old street ruffian in this urban village. He specialized in this kind of skin business, and sometimes he also pimped.Every time the prostitutes make an order, whether it is his business or not, he will take a share of the money.He has several prostitutes under his command. The second woman is named Xiaowen.I don't know if she is from Sichuan or Chongqing, but when she talks, she likes to say: "Ge Laozi, Ge Laozi." There are two small dimples when she smiles.Xiaowen is not tall, with big eyes, her whole body is like an inflated balloon, every part is round. Xiaowen doesn’t live alone in a rented house. She lives with a man who also has a Sichuan and Chongqing accent. He likes to say: “Turtle son, turtle son.” This little man always likes to pull A pair of slippers, and very, very large shorts, big enough to fit a huge fat pig in them.He is often topless, with ribs protruding like a keyboard.This man didn't have a job, and he didn't do anything. He slept during the day, and after eating the dinner made by Xiaowen at night, he went out to play mahjong with a toothpick in his mouth, and Xiaowen also went to find a man. The reason I noticed them among the hundreds of people in the yard was because of a fight. One evening, I heard a woman crying in the yard, the voice was extremely shrill, and there was the sound of something slapping her body.I followed the prestige and saw Xiaowen and that man.Many people came out, but no one cared. Everyone watched happily, hoping that something better would happen.From other people's conversations, I vaguely understood the whole story.This man may be Xiaowen's husband, or her boyfriend.He goes to the mahjong parlor in the village to gamble money every night, and asks Xiaowen for money if he has no money.It's not easy for Xiaowen to earn money, and she didn't make any money last night.If a man wants no money, he beats Xiaowen. Several mahjong parlors in the village are open day and night, brightly lit, and the regular customers inside are not only old gamblers like Xiaowen's husband, but also prostitutes.Gamblers use money to buy chips (a round thing like a bottle cap) from the mahjong hall owner before they can play mahjong.In the end, the gambler who wins the chip receives the money from the boss.This is done to evade police arrest. Xiaowen's husband's gambling skills are extremely poor, and he is defeated every time he is killed.As a result, Xiaowen's hard-earned money was sent to the mahjong parlor by her husband, fattening the mahjong parlor owner and those gamblers. The third woman is named Sister Tang, and I followed someone else's name.Sister Tang is about 30 years old. She is not good-looking, with large front teeth, a flat face, and a sad face.I really can't imagine, how can such a face do this "job"?But Sister Tang claimed that she has a good service attitude, "I can do what those little girls can't do. I have been married for many years, and my experience is incomparable to them." Once, Sister Tang ostentatiously said to me. Sister Tang didn't think about what she said, she dared to say anything.She said she had invented a new way to please johns.There is a lack of water in the north, especially in urban villages, where the water is often cut off. Sister Tang said that she put toothpaste on the man's thing, "It tastes like toothpaste." This sentence made me sick for a long time, and the toothpaste still has this. the use of!Until now, whenever I see toothpaste, I think of what Sister Tang said. Sister Tang doesn't seem to be from the north, she speaks with the back of her tongue.She also wore very ordinary clothes. When she saw someone wearing suspenders, she also bought one from a roadside stall. However, after she put it on, she couldn't see the beauty, only pieces of fat exposed, which was horrible. Among these prostitutes, Sister Tang was very forthright, she would say whatever she was asked without any scruples. There is also an old man in Sister Tang's room. The old man is 70 years old. He walks tremblingly and rattles all over his body.In the past, I thought the old man was Sister Tang's father. Sister Tang said, "This house is rented by the old man. I live with him and don't have to pay the rent. Whenever a man comes, the old man will go out."