That day, I hid a knife in my trench coat.
I was getting ready to go kill a dog, but I figured I couldn't beat it bare-handed. So I brought a knife.
I was originally a compassionate person; if I stepped on an ant I would fast for three days to mourn it.
If that dog hadn't chased me for ten li last month and made my eyes roll back and foam come out of my mouth, I wouldn't have even thought of killing it.
This wasn't really that big a deal to begin with; after a few nights' sleep I should have forgotten it, but I've always been the type to hold a grudge and repay every slight.
So I went to the knife market and bought a knife for 18 yuan. The boss said this knife could split a hair blown against it and kill without drawing blood.
With this knife on me, I felt much more confident. I was determined to fight that dog to the death.
Walk to the end of this street, make one more turn, and I'd see that dog.
That dog had been entrenched there for a long time. Last time I passed by there, it chased me wildly for ten li, all the way across eight streets.
In the end the dog stopped chasing, stood behind me barking hard, and I understood what it meant -- "Damn it, I'm not chasing anymore, but I damn well remember you!"
I thought of the suffering I'd gone through that day again, and immediately my blood boiled, my head heated up, my heartbeat sped up, and my hands and feet turned ice-cold.
I had to admit I was a little afraid of that dog, because the moment I thought of it my hands and feet turned cold.
I gripped the knife hidden in my trench coat. My mind was made up; at worst we'd both go down together.
I turned that corner. My enemy was less than a hundred meters ahead.
The historic moment was about to arrive......
But just as I turned the corner, an unidentified object knocked me to the ground.
As the saying goes, good things take time, and the righteous path of the human world is full of ups and downs. I had expected that success would involve some hardship; it couldn't possibly go smoothly all the way.
I got up from the ground, planning to continue forward proudly toward my destination.
But I noticed that the unidentified object that had knocked me down was a beauty, so I helped her up.
As soon as she got up, she shouted, "Damn! Why are you out so early?! In a hurry to die or what?!"
I figured I couldn't outcurse her, so I said, "Sorry. I have something to do."
But she wasn't willing to let me off that easily, and raised her brows and pressed me on where I was going.
I remembered that it was only five-thirty in the morning when I left home, so after a brief pause I said, "I'm out for a morning run."
She was greatly shocked and said, "I've lived this long and never seen anyone run in a trench coat."
I figured it would be hard for me to explain myself, so I said nothing and just scratched my head and laughed foolishly.
She copied me and scratched her head too, then said, "Since we're both out for a morning run, how about we race? Whoever loses treats the other to breakfast."
I looked at her athletic outfit and couldn't find any place she could be carrying money, so I planned to refuse her proposal.
But before I could say anything, she started running first, and shouted back at me, "If you don't run, you're not a man!" As she said it, she even scraped her cheek with her finger.
I felt that proving I was a man was even more important than killing a dog, so I decided to race her.
But I didn't expect her to be a long-distance ace. After just a little over ten minutes, I couldn't catch up to her at all.
In the end, she stopped in front of a hotel and said, "You lost. Buy me breakfast!"
She didn't even leave me a chance to welsh, and went straight into the hotel.
I knew this hotel. They said it was four-star. I figured this breakfast would cost me several days of hard-earned wages.
I started regretting not paying attention in PE back when I was in school, which had directly led to me not being able to outrun her today.
I followed her into the hotel, and when the waiter shut the door behind me it startled me.
This was my first time entering a star-rated hotel. My heartbeat sped up again!
She motioned for me to sit at a table, then handed me the menu and told me to order.
I looked at it, then handed it back to her and said, "Ladies first. You should order."
She smiled and praised me for having gentlemanly manners. I smiled too.
Actually I wasn't being gentlemanly. It was just too expensive; even a red bean bun cost two and a half yuan.
I really couldn't bear to order, so I voluntarily gave up the chance to control my own fate.
But she had no thought of helping me save money either; in less than 15 seconds she ordered six portions in one breath.
For the red bean buns alone she ordered eight, saying the number was good and auspicious.
I looked at her and praised her for really knowing how to think things through. In my heart I was gnashing my teeth at her.
While eating, she asked me, "How's the taste?"
I could tell she was forcing me to praise her good judgment.
I stretched my neck out and swallowed the half red bean bun in my mouth with great effort -- in other words, 1.25 yuan -- and said, "It tastes pretty good. Your judgment is very good."
Actually I think any food I have to pay for tastes bad, including this breakfast.
The pretty waitress had sharp eyes; the moment she saw we were done eating, she walked over.
I didn't actively ask for the bill, but the waitress very enthusiastically handed it to me. I hated this pretty waitress.
I had no choice but to take the bill, and the number on it gave me a huge fright. 88 yuan! That was enough for me to eat for a whole week!
I really wanted to urge her and me to spit all the food back out and return it to this pretty waitress.
I figured if I did that, the hotel manager would definitely challenge me one-on-one, so I didn't do it.
I held in all my emotions and reached for my wallet.
Damn! Only when I did that did I remember I hadn't brought my wallet at all!
I never thought killing a dog would require bringing a wallet.
I was a little flustered. I'd heard hotels had a special set of methods for dealing with people who dine and dash.
My future suddenly became uncertain.
She had obviously seen through my thoughts and asked, "You didn't bring money either, did you?!"
I told her with a firm look: congratulations, you guessed right.
Her reaction was about the same as mine, a bit awkward. She said, "Then what do we do?"
I said, "How about you stay here and wash dishes for a few days to pay off the debt."
She rolled her eyes at me fiercely and said, "You're still joking at a time like this!"
I wasn't joking. I very sincerely hoped she could wash dishes to pay off the debt.
But I didn't dare say more. The look in her eyes was as if I'd just looted her house.
The pretty waitress looked at me with contempt, as if I came here every day to eat without paying.
I really wanted to bravely stand up and strip the pretty waitress naked.
But I didn't dare. The security guards in the hotel were all burly men.
And this pretty waitress had a pretty sturdy build too. It would probably be easier for her to strip me naked than for me to strip her naked.
She closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said helplessly to me, "How about this, my home isn't far. I'll go home and get the money."
Before I could agree to her suggestion, the pretty waitress pointed at me and said, "Then you stay here!"
Her tone was extremely firm; I was sure she had the makings of a kidnapper.
The moment she finished speaking, she got up and ran out of the hotel. I couldn't be sure whether she'd come back or not.
I didn't even know her name yet.
The pretty waitress reached out and called over a few more accomplices, who collectively saluted me with contemptuous looks.
I wanted to discuss it with them -- should it be kill first then rape, or rape first then kill.
The pretty waitress kept confronting me with a resentful gaze. Finally, she spoke.
"If you don't have money, then don't try to act tough and bring a girl into a five-star hotel!"
This pretty waitress actually turned a four-star hotel into a five-star one by force. She really had no shame!
When I heard that, I flew into a rage and slapped the table as I stood up: "What are you talking about?! I just forgot to bring money, didn't I?!"
Suddenly, with a clatter, the knife hidden in my trench coat fell to the floor.
A deathly silence!
I looked at the knife, then stared open-mouthed at the line of waiters standing before me.
The line of waiters standing before me also looked at the knife, then stared open-mouthed at me.
The pretty waitress in the lead gave a shrill shout, "Get him, take him down!"
Seven or eight wolf-like waiters pounced on me, all rushing in as if they were competing to block a gun barrel.
As I struggled I cried out, "Rape first then kill!"
I was very quickly dragged off to the nearby police station.
The police officers at the station collectively welcomed me while burping after a full meal.
After an interview with a section chief who looked like some sort of boss, I was escorted into the interrogation room.
There was actually a machine gun placed in the middle of the interrogation room!
Later I heard that gun had already been scrapped and was just there to scare people.
The one interrogating me was a capable-looking policeman around forty. His first sentence was, "Do you know what you've done?"
I thought the procedure seemed a bit off, so I reminded him, "Officer uncle, shouldn't I first confess my real name?"
He said it didn't matter; whatever your name is, when the time comes and you're sent to the execution ground to be shot, it's all the same anyway.
That scared me into a cold sweat, and every organ in my body started trembling in a rush: "I... I didn't... didn't do anything!"
The officer slammed the table hard, nearly frightening the piss out of me.
"You're still not being honest, damn it! Do you know what they've accused you of? The entire hotel staff has jointly accused you of armed robbery with a heavy weapon, and of verbally molesting eight hotel waiters!"
Then he added one more sentence,
"You little bastard, aren't you shameless?! Molesting one would be one thing, but you molested eight waiters in one go!"
With my head lowered I said, "It's a good number, auspicious." The officer uncle shouted, "What?!"
I quickly said, "When did I molest eight waiters?!"
The policeman said, "Do you remember what you shouted in the hotel?! Let me tell you -- you shouted 'Rape first then kill!' If that doesn't count as molestation, what does?! At the time there were eight waiters standing nearby, so you simultaneously molested eight waiters!"
The moment I heard that, I got anxious. This was way too unjust! "Officer uncle, you can't wrong me like this! One of those eight waiters was a man! Besides, I shouted 'Rape first then kill' to remind other people to save me! At the time I was outnumbered by the enemy, how could I possibly have been molesting them?!"
At that moment, officer uncle pulled out a cigarette. I sprang forward in a single bound and lit it for him with a speed like stealing a bell while covering one's ears.
He blew out a rectangular smoke ring and said, "That makes sense too. Then what were you doing carrying a heavy weapon?!"
When I heard that, I got even more anxious! I slapped my thigh and said, "The government must uphold justice for me! How is that any heavy weapon?! It's just a fruit knife! I only bought it yesterday at the knife market for 18 yuan!"
He muttered softly, "Damn. Last time I paid 19."
Then he glared at me wide-eyed and said, "Just a fruit knife?! The people who brought you in said it was some kind of heavy weapon. I thought you robbed the place in a tank!"
With a miserable face I said, "Even if I had the intention, I wouldn't have the money to buy one!"
Just as I finished speaking, another policeman came in. One look, and I saw it was Big Li, who often played cards with me.
The moment I saw Big Li it was like seeing family. A guy I knew wouldn't go using the ten great tortures on me, would he?!
Big Li said to that policeman, "He's fine now, it's been checked out, just a misunderstanding. Someone's come to vouch for him now, let him go."
When I heard that, I was puzzled. My family still didn't know I'd been taken to the police station, so who came to vouch for me?!
I didn't care who it was anymore. The moment I heard I could get out, I hurriedly got up and left.
Big Li said to me in a low voice, "You brat aren't much, but your girlfriend is pretty damn pretty!"
How bizarre! When I won a commemorative prize in the welfare lottery, nobody was willing to be my girlfriend. But now that I'd gone into a police station, someone actually stepped forward to be my girlfriend?!
I kept muttering in my heart: this couldn't be some severely ill patient who escaped from a mental hospital, could it?!
Big Li brought me to the office. Damn, it was actually that girl who forced me to run this morning.
Big Li very actively and enthusiastically finished the paperwork for me, and strongly insisted on escorting us out. That puzzled me very much.
At the entrance of the police station, Big Li said to me, "Oh right, I still owe you 200 yuan from that mahjong game last time. I'll give it to you now."
As Big Li spoke, he also put on an expression of sudden realization and fumbled for his wallet, but after 10 seconds he still hadn't taken it out. That puzzled me again. What kind of wallet is that hard to take out?
She spoke first: "Thanks a lot for today. Keep that 200 yuan for tea, why pay it back?!"
Big Li smiled awkwardly. "Not at all, not at all. We're like brothers, why say that? If you come in again next time, I'll still have to help, right?"
Damn it, what a crow's mouth! Then he even smiled at me, "Then thanks a lot!"
Forcing me to agree to let him welsh on the debt. "It's only 200 yuan anyway. Thanks for the trouble today!"
I secretly felt the pain -- for no reason at all I'd just lost another 200 yuan. I began harboring resentment toward Big Li.
After we left the police station, she glared at me with bulging eyes. "Say it, what were you doing with a knife today?!"
Of course I couldn't tell her about killing the dog, otherwise she'd definitely scold me for being heartless. So I kept my mouth shut.
Seeing that I ignored her, she got a little angry and said, "If you won't tell me, then I'll never talk to you again!"
That wasn't any threat to me. I didn't even know her name, so that trick didn't work on me at all! So I still kept my mouth shut.
Seeing that I still ignored her, she got even angrier and roared, "If you won't tell me, then pay me back for this morning's breakfast, 88 yuan!"
This woman was really stingy, actually using that to threaten me. In truth, two-thirds of that 88 yuan had been personally wiped out by her.
What I fear most is people demanding I repay money. I gritted my teeth, stamped my foot, and said, "I'm going to kill a dog."
Who would have thought that instead of scolding me, she got happy. She said, "Great, great, I like dog meat best. I'll go with you, okay?"
What's wrong with women nowadays? Not a trace of compassion, and even actively asking to join the ranks of those killing living things.
I thought about it. This was free labor; having her help hold the dog's legs later wouldn't be bad.
Besides, two people are always better than one, if only for courage.
So I said, "Sure. Welcome to the team."
I pondered for a while and said, "Let's go buy you a knife first. That way you can help when the time comes."
"No, I don't want a knife. I'll just watch, I won't help you do it. I'm scared."
"Then what are you going with me for?! You're just going to watch?!"
"I... I... I'll clap and cheer you on!"
I could tell again -- she was purely the type who followed behind just to join in and watch the excitement.
I started regretting agreeing to let her join.
I said, "How about you go home first. When it's time to do it, I'll come find you."
Her IQ had clearly exceeded my expectations; no matter what, she refused to leave and absolutely had to follow me today.
She'd even already figured out that today was Sunday, so I wasn't even allowed to say I had to work overtime.
I tugged at the trench coat the waiters had wrinkled and said, "Then what are we doing?!"
"Mm... come shopping with me! I've wanted to find someone to go shopping with me for a long time. You're lucky today."
But I felt I was unbelievably unlucky. Going shopping with a woman -- wasn't that obviously free labor?
The situation now was that before I had managed to get any free labor, I had already offered myself up as free labor first.
She grabbed my hand and started walking, which startled me, and I instinctively shook her hand off.
I said softly, "We're still not that familiar with each other." I actually blushed.
But she didn't care, and loudly said, "Who says people who aren't familiar can't hold hands?! You old feudal relic!"
After saying that, she grabbed my hand again. That attitude didn't allow resistance. So I could only quietly enjoy it.
I suspected she was basically a seriously ill patient overlooked by a mental hospital.
I was getting ready to go kill a dog, but I figured I couldn't beat it bare-handed. So I brought a knife.
I was originally a compassionate person; if I stepped on an ant I would fast for three days to mourn it.
If that dog hadn't chased me for ten li last month and made my eyes roll back and foam come out of my mouth, I wouldn't have even thought of killing it.
This wasn't really that big a deal to begin with; after a few nights' sleep I should have forgotten it, but I've always been the type to hold a grudge and repay every slight.
So I went to the knife market and bought a knife for 18 yuan. The boss said this knife could split a hair blown against it and kill without drawing blood.
With this knife on me, I felt much more confident. I was determined to fight that dog to the death.
Walk to the end of this street, make one more turn, and I'd see that dog.
That dog had been entrenched there for a long time. Last time I passed by there, it chased me wildly for ten li, all the way across eight streets.
In the end the dog stopped chasing, stood behind me barking hard, and I understood what it meant -- "Damn it, I'm not chasing anymore, but I damn well remember you!"
I thought of the suffering I'd gone through that day again, and immediately my blood boiled, my head heated up, my heartbeat sped up, and my hands and feet turned ice-cold.
I had to admit I was a little afraid of that dog, because the moment I thought of it my hands and feet turned cold.
I gripped the knife hidden in my trench coat. My mind was made up; at worst we'd both go down together.
I turned that corner. My enemy was less than a hundred meters ahead.
The historic moment was about to arrive......
But just as I turned the corner, an unidentified object knocked me to the ground.
As the saying goes, good things take time, and the righteous path of the human world is full of ups and downs. I had expected that success would involve some hardship; it couldn't possibly go smoothly all the way.
I got up from the ground, planning to continue forward proudly toward my destination.
But I noticed that the unidentified object that had knocked me down was a beauty, so I helped her up.
As soon as she got up, she shouted, "Damn! Why are you out so early?! In a hurry to die or what?!"
I figured I couldn't outcurse her, so I said, "Sorry. I have something to do."
But she wasn't willing to let me off that easily, and raised her brows and pressed me on where I was going.
I remembered that it was only five-thirty in the morning when I left home, so after a brief pause I said, "I'm out for a morning run."
She was greatly shocked and said, "I've lived this long and never seen anyone run in a trench coat."
I figured it would be hard for me to explain myself, so I said nothing and just scratched my head and laughed foolishly.
She copied me and scratched her head too, then said, "Since we're both out for a morning run, how about we race? Whoever loses treats the other to breakfast."
I looked at her athletic outfit and couldn't find any place she could be carrying money, so I planned to refuse her proposal.
But before I could say anything, she started running first, and shouted back at me, "If you don't run, you're not a man!" As she said it, she even scraped her cheek with her finger.
I felt that proving I was a man was even more important than killing a dog, so I decided to race her.
But I didn't expect her to be a long-distance ace. After just a little over ten minutes, I couldn't catch up to her at all.
In the end, she stopped in front of a hotel and said, "You lost. Buy me breakfast!"
She didn't even leave me a chance to welsh, and went straight into the hotel.
I knew this hotel. They said it was four-star. I figured this breakfast would cost me several days of hard-earned wages.
I started regretting not paying attention in PE back when I was in school, which had directly led to me not being able to outrun her today.
I followed her into the hotel, and when the waiter shut the door behind me it startled me.
This was my first time entering a star-rated hotel. My heartbeat sped up again!
She motioned for me to sit at a table, then handed me the menu and told me to order.
I looked at it, then handed it back to her and said, "Ladies first. You should order."
She smiled and praised me for having gentlemanly manners. I smiled too.
Actually I wasn't being gentlemanly. It was just too expensive; even a red bean bun cost two and a half yuan.
I really couldn't bear to order, so I voluntarily gave up the chance to control my own fate.
But she had no thought of helping me save money either; in less than 15 seconds she ordered six portions in one breath.
For the red bean buns alone she ordered eight, saying the number was good and auspicious.
I looked at her and praised her for really knowing how to think things through. In my heart I was gnashing my teeth at her.
While eating, she asked me, "How's the taste?"
I could tell she was forcing me to praise her good judgment.
I stretched my neck out and swallowed the half red bean bun in my mouth with great effort -- in other words, 1.25 yuan -- and said, "It tastes pretty good. Your judgment is very good."
Actually I think any food I have to pay for tastes bad, including this breakfast.
The pretty waitress had sharp eyes; the moment she saw we were done eating, she walked over.
I didn't actively ask for the bill, but the waitress very enthusiastically handed it to me. I hated this pretty waitress.
I had no choice but to take the bill, and the number on it gave me a huge fright. 88 yuan! That was enough for me to eat for a whole week!
I really wanted to urge her and me to spit all the food back out and return it to this pretty waitress.
I figured if I did that, the hotel manager would definitely challenge me one-on-one, so I didn't do it.
I held in all my emotions and reached for my wallet.
Damn! Only when I did that did I remember I hadn't brought my wallet at all!
I never thought killing a dog would require bringing a wallet.
I was a little flustered. I'd heard hotels had a special set of methods for dealing with people who dine and dash.
My future suddenly became uncertain.
She had obviously seen through my thoughts and asked, "You didn't bring money either, did you?!"
I told her with a firm look: congratulations, you guessed right.
Her reaction was about the same as mine, a bit awkward. She said, "Then what do we do?"
I said, "How about you stay here and wash dishes for a few days to pay off the debt."
She rolled her eyes at me fiercely and said, "You're still joking at a time like this!"
I wasn't joking. I very sincerely hoped she could wash dishes to pay off the debt.
But I didn't dare say more. The look in her eyes was as if I'd just looted her house.
The pretty waitress looked at me with contempt, as if I came here every day to eat without paying.
I really wanted to bravely stand up and strip the pretty waitress naked.
But I didn't dare. The security guards in the hotel were all burly men.
And this pretty waitress had a pretty sturdy build too. It would probably be easier for her to strip me naked than for me to strip her naked.
She closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then said helplessly to me, "How about this, my home isn't far. I'll go home and get the money."
Before I could agree to her suggestion, the pretty waitress pointed at me and said, "Then you stay here!"
Her tone was extremely firm; I was sure she had the makings of a kidnapper.
The moment she finished speaking, she got up and ran out of the hotel. I couldn't be sure whether she'd come back or not.
I didn't even know her name yet.
The pretty waitress reached out and called over a few more accomplices, who collectively saluted me with contemptuous looks.
I wanted to discuss it with them -- should it be kill first then rape, or rape first then kill.
The pretty waitress kept confronting me with a resentful gaze. Finally, she spoke.
"If you don't have money, then don't try to act tough and bring a girl into a five-star hotel!"
This pretty waitress actually turned a four-star hotel into a five-star one by force. She really had no shame!
When I heard that, I flew into a rage and slapped the table as I stood up: "What are you talking about?! I just forgot to bring money, didn't I?!"
Suddenly, with a clatter, the knife hidden in my trench coat fell to the floor.
A deathly silence!
I looked at the knife, then stared open-mouthed at the line of waiters standing before me.
The line of waiters standing before me also looked at the knife, then stared open-mouthed at me.
The pretty waitress in the lead gave a shrill shout, "Get him, take him down!"
Seven or eight wolf-like waiters pounced on me, all rushing in as if they were competing to block a gun barrel.
As I struggled I cried out, "Rape first then kill!"
I was very quickly dragged off to the nearby police station.
The police officers at the station collectively welcomed me while burping after a full meal.
After an interview with a section chief who looked like some sort of boss, I was escorted into the interrogation room.
There was actually a machine gun placed in the middle of the interrogation room!
Later I heard that gun had already been scrapped and was just there to scare people.
The one interrogating me was a capable-looking policeman around forty. His first sentence was, "Do you know what you've done?"
I thought the procedure seemed a bit off, so I reminded him, "Officer uncle, shouldn't I first confess my real name?"
He said it didn't matter; whatever your name is, when the time comes and you're sent to the execution ground to be shot, it's all the same anyway.
That scared me into a cold sweat, and every organ in my body started trembling in a rush: "I... I didn't... didn't do anything!"
The officer slammed the table hard, nearly frightening the piss out of me.
"You're still not being honest, damn it! Do you know what they've accused you of? The entire hotel staff has jointly accused you of armed robbery with a heavy weapon, and of verbally molesting eight hotel waiters!"
Then he added one more sentence,
"You little bastard, aren't you shameless?! Molesting one would be one thing, but you molested eight waiters in one go!"
With my head lowered I said, "It's a good number, auspicious." The officer uncle shouted, "What?!"
I quickly said, "When did I molest eight waiters?!"
The policeman said, "Do you remember what you shouted in the hotel?! Let me tell you -- you shouted 'Rape first then kill!' If that doesn't count as molestation, what does?! At the time there were eight waiters standing nearby, so you simultaneously molested eight waiters!"
The moment I heard that, I got anxious. This was way too unjust! "Officer uncle, you can't wrong me like this! One of those eight waiters was a man! Besides, I shouted 'Rape first then kill' to remind other people to save me! At the time I was outnumbered by the enemy, how could I possibly have been molesting them?!"
At that moment, officer uncle pulled out a cigarette. I sprang forward in a single bound and lit it for him with a speed like stealing a bell while covering one's ears.
He blew out a rectangular smoke ring and said, "That makes sense too. Then what were you doing carrying a heavy weapon?!"
When I heard that, I got even more anxious! I slapped my thigh and said, "The government must uphold justice for me! How is that any heavy weapon?! It's just a fruit knife! I only bought it yesterday at the knife market for 18 yuan!"
He muttered softly, "Damn. Last time I paid 19."
Then he glared at me wide-eyed and said, "Just a fruit knife?! The people who brought you in said it was some kind of heavy weapon. I thought you robbed the place in a tank!"
With a miserable face I said, "Even if I had the intention, I wouldn't have the money to buy one!"
Just as I finished speaking, another policeman came in. One look, and I saw it was Big Li, who often played cards with me.
The moment I saw Big Li it was like seeing family. A guy I knew wouldn't go using the ten great tortures on me, would he?!
Big Li said to that policeman, "He's fine now, it's been checked out, just a misunderstanding. Someone's come to vouch for him now, let him go."
When I heard that, I was puzzled. My family still didn't know I'd been taken to the police station, so who came to vouch for me?!
I didn't care who it was anymore. The moment I heard I could get out, I hurriedly got up and left.
Big Li said to me in a low voice, "You brat aren't much, but your girlfriend is pretty damn pretty!"
How bizarre! When I won a commemorative prize in the welfare lottery, nobody was willing to be my girlfriend. But now that I'd gone into a police station, someone actually stepped forward to be my girlfriend?!
I kept muttering in my heart: this couldn't be some severely ill patient who escaped from a mental hospital, could it?!
Big Li brought me to the office. Damn, it was actually that girl who forced me to run this morning.
Big Li very actively and enthusiastically finished the paperwork for me, and strongly insisted on escorting us out. That puzzled me very much.
At the entrance of the police station, Big Li said to me, "Oh right, I still owe you 200 yuan from that mahjong game last time. I'll give it to you now."
As Big Li spoke, he also put on an expression of sudden realization and fumbled for his wallet, but after 10 seconds he still hadn't taken it out. That puzzled me again. What kind of wallet is that hard to take out?
She spoke first: "Thanks a lot for today. Keep that 200 yuan for tea, why pay it back?!"
Big Li smiled awkwardly. "Not at all, not at all. We're like brothers, why say that? If you come in again next time, I'll still have to help, right?"
Damn it, what a crow's mouth! Then he even smiled at me, "Then thanks a lot!"
Forcing me to agree to let him welsh on the debt. "It's only 200 yuan anyway. Thanks for the trouble today!"
I secretly felt the pain -- for no reason at all I'd just lost another 200 yuan. I began harboring resentment toward Big Li.
After we left the police station, she glared at me with bulging eyes. "Say it, what were you doing with a knife today?!"
Of course I couldn't tell her about killing the dog, otherwise she'd definitely scold me for being heartless. So I kept my mouth shut.
Seeing that I ignored her, she got a little angry and said, "If you won't tell me, then I'll never talk to you again!"
That wasn't any threat to me. I didn't even know her name, so that trick didn't work on me at all! So I still kept my mouth shut.
Seeing that I still ignored her, she got even angrier and roared, "If you won't tell me, then pay me back for this morning's breakfast, 88 yuan!"
This woman was really stingy, actually using that to threaten me. In truth, two-thirds of that 88 yuan had been personally wiped out by her.
What I fear most is people demanding I repay money. I gritted my teeth, stamped my foot, and said, "I'm going to kill a dog."
Who would have thought that instead of scolding me, she got happy. She said, "Great, great, I like dog meat best. I'll go with you, okay?"
What's wrong with women nowadays? Not a trace of compassion, and even actively asking to join the ranks of those killing living things.
I thought about it. This was free labor; having her help hold the dog's legs later wouldn't be bad.
Besides, two people are always better than one, if only for courage.
So I said, "Sure. Welcome to the team."
I pondered for a while and said, "Let's go buy you a knife first. That way you can help when the time comes."
"No, I don't want a knife. I'll just watch, I won't help you do it. I'm scared."
"Then what are you going with me for?! You're just going to watch?!"
"I... I... I'll clap and cheer you on!"
I could tell again -- she was purely the type who followed behind just to join in and watch the excitement.
I started regretting agreeing to let her join.
I said, "How about you go home first. When it's time to do it, I'll come find you."
Her IQ had clearly exceeded my expectations; no matter what, she refused to leave and absolutely had to follow me today.
She'd even already figured out that today was Sunday, so I wasn't even allowed to say I had to work overtime.
I tugged at the trench coat the waiters had wrinkled and said, "Then what are we doing?!"
"Mm... come shopping with me! I've wanted to find someone to go shopping with me for a long time. You're lucky today."
But I felt I was unbelievably unlucky. Going shopping with a woman -- wasn't that obviously free labor?
The situation now was that before I had managed to get any free labor, I had already offered myself up as free labor first.
She grabbed my hand and started walking, which startled me, and I instinctively shook her hand off.
I said softly, "We're still not that familiar with each other." I actually blushed.
But she didn't care, and loudly said, "Who says people who aren't familiar can't hold hands?! You old feudal relic!"
After saying that, she grabbed my hand again. That attitude didn't allow resistance. So I could only quietly enjoy it.
I suspected she was basically a seriously ill patient overlooked by a mental hospital.
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