I know the bamboo horse can't come out.
The villa area was very remote, so remote that there was no signal. After all, it was a honeymoon place, and we didn't want anyone to disturb it. At that time, my husband and I spent almost a month there without contact with the outside world.
My husband probably didn't think of this place as a perfect place to hide a dead body.
But he should have fallen into a long sleep forever, and I really should draw a cross for him. Maybe he was already moldy when he was discovered by the police. After all, it is such a hot weather. Thinking of this, I can no longer hide the smile on the corner of my mouth agree. From the car window, I noticed that the upward arc of the corner of my mouth became larger. I took a deep breath to suppress my excitement.
I should find a route to avoid the monitoring along the way, and find someone to do my alibi, and I quickly thought of my editor friend B. I called and asked him about the movie. He was very happy to invite me to his house for tea.
I am familiar with the route in this area. I soon drove to the community where my friend B was editing. He was waiting for me at the gate of the community, and he told me that he was afraid that I would not find a place. B took me up to their house, he looked very happy, his usual cadence was that of a normal adult, but now he obviously slowed down, and he began to talk more.
I told him I was here to talk to him about movies.
B pretended to be surprised, "Oh", he said: "The film is very popular, after all, it is an adaptation of your novel."
"...ah, is it?" I replied, "then my husband must be very happy, he has been worrying about the company before."
B's footsteps paused, he turned his head to look at me, and asked, "Is your husband really worried about the company, or is he worried about his mistress?"
I shook my head silently. He should think I mean don't know. In fact, I was thinking that my husband would no longer have any troubles, and he could smile at Jiuquan again.
My editor friend stood there, softly called my name, and said, "If you don't want to believe it, I can't help it. But I'm going to wait."
He smiled bitterly and said, "What's the point of waiting another ten years for you?"
"...you are so nasty." I said.
He let out a "puchi" laugh and said, "Maybe so."