"I feel... just a little itchy." I told the truth. When I rubbed the alcohol on my skin, it hurt a little. But after that, it didn't hurt much anymore. There was only an itch that went from the inside of the skin to the outside.
After another discussion, the two doctors finally came up with a treatment plan - they put a band-aid on me and sent me out of the hospital.
I walked to the hospital in a daze and came out. It was already past noon. I didn't seem to have had lunch yet. I had so much blood that I needed to replenish it.
When I was about to find a hotel, Dong Dahai called me and said he had brought my car (Xie Xin'an's Audi) back. He knew my home address and parked it at the door of my community. The car keys were left at the security booth.
"Thank you, Brother Dahai, are you still continuing the search?" I asked.
"Well, Sou Shan, we can basically confirm that the two suspects are hiding somewhere on the mountainside of Qipan Mountain."
"Why not the top of the mountain?" I asked again. The tops of the mountains are dotted all over the place, which seems more suitable for Tibetans.
"We have searched the top of the mountain but couldn't find it. We have contacted the patrol comrades in the nearby city and sealed the mountain from the other side. Haha, unless they grow wings, they will not be able to escape!"
"... I wish you a triumphant victory." I smiled bitterly, feeling that his confidence came too early.
I found a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of beef noodles, plus an extra serving of beef.
While waiting for the noodles, Xie Xin'an called me and asked me what I was doing. I said eating, and she asked me to finish my meal and go to Yincheng Street and Yuantai Cafe.
I was afraid that when she asked me about my car, I would eat a bowl of noodles, take a taxi home, get in her Audi, and then go to Yincheng Street.
It's a sunny day today. Yincheng Street looks normal. I passed by the coffin shop I ordered from last night and went in to take a look. The big red coffin I ordered for Li Xiaotao has been painted and is basically dry. I
I paid the money and agreed to come and take it away at six o'clock in the evening.
When we arrived at the cafe, there was no one on the first floor, except for the pretty girl with chopstick legs at the front desk. She said that Xie Xin'an was on the second floor, in private room No. 1.
I went up to the non-existent second floor. As soon as I entered the private room, I heard the sound of crashing. It started to rain again outside the window. And, just like last time, there were many people walking slowly in the rain as usual.
Moreover, no one held an umbrella.
Maybe it was the scene in the underworld, but I didn't feel too strange this time. Maybe I was somewhat used to it.
Xie Xin'an was curled up lazily on the sofa, holding a book and reading. When she saw me coming in, she closed the book and put it on the table. She raised her eyes and smiled at me, stretched her waist, and said half complaining and half coquettishly.
: "I made three trips for you, but I'm exhausted!"
"Thank you." I returned the car keys to her, and she also returned the keys to the Cadillac (parked downstairs) to me.
"I haven't had lunch yet, what would you like to drink?" Xie Xin'an asked. She hadn't ordered yet, and there was only a glass of lemonade on the table.
"Juice." I said. I felt a little tired after eating too much beef.
Xie Xin'an pressed the call bell on the table, and the sound of small leather boots on the wooden floor soon came from outside. She pushed the door open with her chopstick legs and presented the menu. Xie Xin'an ordered a Wellington steak and a steak.
I ordered a vegetable salad and then handed me the menu.
I opened it and looked at it. It was a normal menu of a Western restaurant. I turned to the drinks column at the end. There was something strange here. In addition to watermelon, mango and other seasonal juices, there were also some drinks whose names I had never heard of before.
Guanglijiya, a good product from Jiama, feels like a transliteration.
"What... is this?" I pointed at the "Jia Ma Liangpin" and asked the chopstick legs.
"A kind of fruit juice drink, very delicious." The little beauty with chopstick legs said with a ghost smile.
"Then let's have a drink." I said. The price is 38 yuan, which is quite expensive (watermelon juice is 12 yuan). In my impression, expensive things generally taste good.
"Are you sure, Mr. Wu?" Chopstick Leg glanced at Xie Xin'an, covered his mouth and snickered.
I also looked at the other side, but Xie Xin'an had no expression on his face: "I'd like to have a drink too, I haven't had anything like this for a long time."
"Okay!" Chopstick Legs exited the private room. While waiting for the meal, Xie Xin'an picked up the book and read it again.
In the fifteenth year of Wanli, it turned out that she was still a lover of Ming history.
I don't have the habit of reading, and I don't dare to keep staring at the passers-by in the rain outside the window, so I have to take out my mobile phone and casually browse the web to pass the time.
Logically speaking, Fangyuan should be looking for me, but after I sent her away, she never sent a WeChat message to me. Maybe she was still sleeping at home because she was still drunk, but a strange girl added me on WeChat - Blancpain
The saleswoman at the store.
In order to show off, I stretched out my left arm and took a picture of "Beautiful Lady's Watch" with Xie Xin'an opposite me as the background. Xie Xin'an lowered her head. This angle looked very artistic, but after I sent it, I realized
An unusual situation occurred!
Where are the people? I opened the photo and looked carefully. In the photo, there was only the table and the seat opposite. There was no Xie Xin'an!
I looked at the opposite side in confusion. She was obviously sitting there. Why couldn't I see things that I could see with my naked eyes, but couldn't see her on my phone?
It’s not that she can’t be seen, there was her in the photo I took, but as soon as I sent it, she was gone!
I thought there was something wrong with my phone, so I randomly forwarded this photo to another friend, but the result was the same, Xie Xin'an was still not in the photo.
After all, he is a ghost, well... he is different.
Forget it, she's not my girlfriend anyway, so I won't show off.
I put down my phone, and buzz, the friend I sent it to casually replied on WeChat: What kind of watch do you have, JandB?
He is a college classmate of mine who is engaged in finance. He probably doesn’t know much about watches. The English abbreviation of Blancpain (without the and) is just those two embarrassing letters, and it is also marked in a more obvious position on the watch.
I was about to ask him to Baidu Blancpain, when Chopstick Leg pushed open the door and placed a hot steak in front of Xie Xin'an, and placed two steaming drinks on both sides, with the
, not a straw, but a small spoon.
I stirred it up with a spoon in confusion. It was sticky and the liquid inside was brown, a bit like sesame paste, but not that sticky. It also smelled weird and hard to describe.
"Try it. If you insist on ordering it, I won't stop you." Xie Xin'an said with a smile. He took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"Is it not poisonous?" I asked cautiously. I might not be able to drink what she drank.
"I don't know," Xie Xin'an said frankly, "no living person has ever drunk this stuff."
"...Don't scare me!" I frowned, "Something that no living person has ever drunk? Could it be that this is specially prepared for ghosts? As far as I know, the most famous drink in the underworld is Meng Po soup."
"This is not Meng Po Soup," the little beauty with chopsticks said with a ghostly smile, "This is much more advanced than Meng Po Soup. Only coffin bearers of the fifth rank and above in the underworld can enjoy it!"
"Have you ever drank?" I asked her while taking the opportunity.
The little beauty ghost shook her head: "I'm only in the ninth level, so of course I've never drank before!"
"What's wrong with tasting it?" Xie Xin'an said disdainfully, pushing the cup to the chopstick leg, "I'll reward you."
"Ah? This..."
"Drink, no one knows." Xie Xin'an stopped looking at the drink, picked up the knife and fork, and concentrated on the steak.
This chopstick leg was not polite, and she didn't use a spoon. She picked up the cup, gulped, gulped, and drank it all in one breath. After drinking, she wiped the residue on her lips and burped.
, looking very satisfied.
It's fine for her to drink, so I'll try it too.
I took some with a spoon and put it in my mouth. The first reaction was fishy, the second reaction was salty, and the third reaction was stinky!
It smells like some kind of caviar, and it’s expired caviar!
"This...how did you swallow it!" I frowned and pushed the cup over, "I'll reward you with mine."
"Hee hee, thank you, sir!" Chopstick Legs refused to accept anyone who came and drank my cup too.
"Please, please give me something from the Yang Realm." I said.
"Okay, sir, how about I squeeze a glass of watermelon juice for you?"
I nodded and went out with my chopsticks. When I closed the door, I accidentally saw a person coming from the corridor. He was wearing a raincoat and was dripping wet, as if he had just come in from the heavy rain outside.
"Who is that person?" I asked Xie Xin'an. The person seemed to have entered another private room, and I saw the chopstick legs heading that way.
Xie Xin'an's ears twitched and her brows furrowed slightly: "Don't worry, you take your seat and he takes his."
From the look on her face, she seemed to know that guy, and she didn't seem to have a good relationship with him.
"Would you like to eat?" Xie Xinan asked me as she placed a piece of steak.
"Is this a serious steak?"
"...I don't know if it's serious or not! You're a bit unseemly!" Xie Xin'an rolled her eyes at me, stopped giving it, and put the steak into his mouth.
"Why am I not serious?"
"If you were serious, you wouldn't have put me in bed last night." Xie Xin'an said coquettishly.
I had a dark face and couldn't refute, it was indeed me.
Chopstick Legs came in again, this time bringing "serious" watermelon juice. After I finished drinking it, Xie Xin'an also finished eating. She wiped her mouth, put on her shoes, and stood up: "Let's go, help me move."
"Moving? Where?" I asked.
"I moved to your house. Didn't your little sister go back?" Xie Xin'an said with a smile.
"...So you want to move over and live with me?" I asked in surprise, didn't she sleep in a funeral parlor?
"Uh-huh! I'll pay your rent."
"But……"
"Don't worry, let's make do with it for a while. I'm asking Xiaoling to look for a new house. Your house is too small. It only has two bedrooms. Where is there enough space for them to sleep?"
"...Do you want people to move here?" I widened my eyes. Did she regard my home as her office? Are "they" all ghosts?
"Xiaoling, Li Xiaotao, plus you and me, we need at least four bedrooms."
"Who is Xiaoling?" I asked. I had never heard her mention it before. Could it be the chopstick leg?
It seems not. I remember Chopstick Legs told me her name, but I forgot it.
"Who is Xiaoling? You ask me?" Xie Xin'an looked surprised, "Hasn't she told you yet?"
"...What did you say? Where is she? I have never seen her." I followed her out of the private room and asked in confusion.
Xie Xin'an shook her head and pointed to the bathroom not far away: "Just go and look in the mirror and you will know."