A black crow jumped around me, stammering loudly. I cried out in surprise and grabbed the metal red flag of the mailbox. I shook the pain out, sucked on the lipstick of the lipstick, and slowly retrieved the mail. I'm afraid that if I move suddenly, the bird might peck out my eyes. His smooth black body and gray concrete formed a sharp contrast, so that he looked very wet.
I scanned the visible objects in this block. The orange-red sè rì settled between the house and the car, making their edges glow softly. The bird continued to sway like this. This animal is not accustomed to using its calves. He procrastinated, as if he was using this little dance to attract my attention.
"Go on." Hush," I said angrily. "You scared me. "
He stammered loudly and stretched his black wings to his sides, looking as if he would fly to my face. Maybe I screamed once, because Ryan didn't know where it came from. He is now dressed, but has done nothing to his horrible hair.
"What's wrong?"
"The crazy bird," I said, pointing my mail in that direction, but the bird was gone. There is not even a black spot in the sky.
"I didn't see any birds," he said. He took the key from his pocket and opened the truck.
"I guess you scared it away"
"This is what I'm good at," he muttered, getting into the truck.
"Are you really pouting?" I grabbed his door. "When did you become such a girl?"
He inserted the key into the igniter, as if he was about to leave me, and didn't even say goodnight. He has just been in bed countless times, does he want to go crazy about it? Really
"Okay. Goodbye, I think." Of course, since my office is in the same building as his comic book store. This is how we met. He owned the building, inherited some inheritance from a deceased family member, and I rented an office. Brinkley chose this place, so I didn't choose my office for that xìng sense landlord. Although it sounds like something I would do.
"Fan Fan, wait." When I walked to the front door, he stopped me.
I walked slowly back to the truck and supported my elbow on his open window frame.
"I'm not angry," he said.
"You do look very angry."
"I'm not angry with you anyway." His voice was soft and sincere.
"Who are you angry with?" I asked. "I hope it's not Ellie, that's why you stuffed our stuff into her face."
"relation."
"Arrangement," I corrected.
"I can't—" He made a gesture, suggesting a word he couldn't even say.
"Didn't I make it easy?" I asked.
He clutched the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white. "Men do have feelings. If you don't notice, I care about you, I can't." He took a breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was much softer. "I can't give it to you without wanting more."
"Then maybe we shouldn't have sex," I said.
He didn't say anything right away, my heart beat.
"Yes, maybe," he said finally, his voice getting louder and louder.
Will he agree with me? Don’t people no longer believe in the threat of doing nothing
"Okay." I don't know what else to say. I was choked on this terrible lump in my throat. Someone said this to me twice. I want more.
The first ally is now Ryan.
Ryan leaned out from the window, kissed me, kissed me goodbye-a very soft, very sweet goodbye. Then he put out the fire and left.
When midnight arrived, neither Eve nor Brinkley answered the phone. A very bad feeling told me to leave this alternative. But Brinkley's threats kept coming back, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt it was a kind of test. I have to do this, no matter what happens. When Eve finally called us at 6:0 in the morning, I held back the scream: "What kind of female does not go to work at night?"
She insisted that we meet her at the Pioneer Hotel in the city center at 8 o'clock in the morning and gave us the room number. She didn't get the saying that "I must follow you for 4 hours." Who knows when you will die?" Apparently, she didn't realize how serious it was.
Brinkley is still. So I had to call Ryan to help us. I really don't want to do this, but we need someone to move my body out. Nursing staff will give priority to Eve, so extra muscles will help, depending on what the alternative is. Ryan agreed with surprising enthusiasm, although I was sure I would not see him for a few days. Although the argument between us is very fresh, but I am still very happy to have him. On the other hand, Ellie is not.
In the car, Ryan made me swear not to use the word "jì". She was called a "xìng worker" to clarify that it did not tell me why Brinkley put a file of a xìng worker in my trash can. A personal favor? This makes me very happy.
Eve walked into her suite on the tenth floor and threw her wallet and oversized black bag on the floor with an angry expression, suggesting that she saw the whole situation as a complete trouble. It seemed unlikely that she and Brinkley had past thoughts.
The room is beautiful, with a view of the city center, the park and the river below. The wind-rolled river gleamed like iridescent fish scales. Opposite a wall is a floor-to-ceiling mirror. This makes the room bigger. This big mattress is placed between the two tables. A table made of black cherry wood matches the wardrobe, with clothes under the drawers. If it weren't for being distracted by why I was here, I would find this room even more impressive.
"We should put the camera here," Lane said.
"I don't want to be recorded," Eve said. Her bleached hair was draped high in a bun, and the gray jacket she buttoned on enhanced her naughty and friendly image.
"This is not a native language: アダルトビデオ, but a security camera," Lane said. "If you let us stay in the room, it won't be necessary."
Eve took the mascara, a small compact and lipstick from her purse. "Want to see, dear?"
Ryan said: "I need to know immediately after her death, so that we can carry her out.".
Allie took a breath, and my back muscles tightened. Ryan did the same, with his shoulders up to his ears, but he didn't look away from Eve. When she was putting on makeup, Eve took a peek at Ryan's tattoo for the first time, as if she had encountered a rude gangster. But she must have met a tougher man in her job.
"No," Eve repeated.
He gritted his teeth and said, "This is for your safety."
"Do not."
Allie's arms crossed. I swayed back and forth on my heels, waiting for it to get crazier, but Ryan said nothing. He was defeated and bent over to clean up the camera by the bed. Legally speaking, he cannot install the camera without her consent. But legally speaking, Eve is not even allowed to do anything, no matter who it is, what she wants to do in this room. I crossed my fingers, called Brinkley again, and went directly to his voice mailbox.
This is a test, Fan Fan. See how high you are willing to jump. what do you want? Moon or prison
To fight the heat of the crowded room, I opened the window. The Broadway below was infected by protesters against the necromancers and the sound of horns, none of which made me feel better. Ellie hasn't even taken off her red coat. Ryan's appearance annoyed her, she sighed, muttered, and muttered under her breath, she dragged the paperwork to the fourth or fifth time.
Allie's job is to ensure that there are no physical obstacles to prevent my body from being quickly removed. She put the blanket in the car so that I would not soil the seat, just in case an ambulance was not called. Her big brown eyes were concentrated, and her black eyelashes reflected the light on the window. She put her hair behind her ears, showing her frowning and angry mouth.
"You will want to take this staircase." Ellie said to Ryan, pointing her index finger at the map. "It leads directly to the parking lot."
"Why can't I take these stairs to the hall?" Ryan asked.
"Because—" Allie was angry. "These stairs are marked for the housekeeping staff. You don't want to find yourself blocked by the towel cart in the first place."
Ryan retorted: "We don't know when the change will be. His voice reflects her anger." There may not even be a towel cart. How could they get the towel trolley into the stairwell?"
"Listen, the front desk told me that this is the best way in the event of a fire." She lightly poked the map with her finger. "But even if this is your first replacement job, you are now an expert."
"I don't need practice to be a good person."
Allie's face began to match the red shadow of her coat. "No wonder Fan Fan keeps you by his side."
"She didn't leave me behind for my learning curve."
"Wow," I jumped in and signed the suspension agreement with both hands. "A little professional jīng god, okay?"
I noticed that Eve stopped to put on makeup and stared at us like a circus. Damn, I knew I would get a big zero on the survey card.
"Is it all over?" Eve asked again, and then drew a perfect eyebrow with a pencil. "There are 5 minutes left before the show time."
When the argument ended, Ally made a fuss about the paperwork she had organized, and Ryan yelled at the hotel map he had memorized. Oh, how much fun we have.
I don't know if all the quarrels made Ellie forget about the pre-arranged investigation, or she just doesn't think Eve is open to these issues.
At least she still remembers my files. This proves my profession, if the authorities want to know what we are doing here. If someone walks in now, do the math: there are three of us, a female, a bed and a camera. Throwing the body in, that is, me, the authorities may not just be curious. All of this is because my contact person is Mia, and the need to protect herself feels more urgent. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)