The midnight wind, the scattered redheads, the cigarette butts all over the floor, the depressed Paul.

The phone rings. Paul reached for his phone and glanced at it, it was Jenny's phone number, and it must have been the nasty Grace, and he was frustrated and wanted to smash it.

"Paul ......" is Jenny's cry, heartbreaking.

"Jenny?" Paul was stunned.

"Help me!"

"I, I, I can't ......." Paul shook his head bitterly.

"Love you, Paul...... They're going to kill me!"

The cry was intermittent, as if a sharp knife had been plunged into Paul's heart, stirring incessantly.

Paul's eyes flashed of Jenny, her hair disheveled, tormented. Tears welled up in his eyes, followed by a low whimper.

"Let her go!" I promise!" Paul cried.

With a "bang", the phone fell to the ground and turned into splinters, and Paul fell to the ground, covering his cheeks with his hands.

Paul spent the whole day in a trance, like he had just recovered from a serious illness. Until one day, he received a package ------- inside was a new iPhone.

A message flashed: "8 Montgomery Ave., Starbucks Cafe." Grace. ”

Walking into Starbucks, Paul saw Grace at a glance, sitting in the corner like a plague god, with a wicked smile on his face.

Grace snapped her fingers at him and beckoned. Paul walked over and did not sit down, but just looked at him coldly.

"You don't talk about trust, and I decided not to cooperate with you. Paul said.

"It's all right, baby, Jenny will soon die, thrown into the stinking ditch, and fell into it herself. Haha, haha. Grace bared her teeth like a mad dog.

"You can't do that. Paul's voice was noticeably lowered, as if someone had choked him.

"Be nice. Let's take a look at this first. Grace pulled out a piece of paper and pushed it along the table to him.

It was a map, not American, with key locations marked.

"Here," Grace pointed to a circle, "there's a body to be shipped back to the United States, when: someday in mid-March." ”

"Corpse, whose own?"

"A meteorologist. ”

"I can't do it!"

"It has to be done! Think of Jenny, just this once. ”

"I can't help it. ”

"I've thought about it for you, find an excuse to go to Huaguo. ”

Paul glanced at Grace, not understanding what he meant.

"Your company has a trade in simulated human specimens with China, do you understand? ”

"It's too dangerous, we're going to show it. ”

"Doctor, play to your advantage. Beauty is waiting for you!" Grace patted him on the shoulder.

"I'll think about it. ”

"You've got time, baby!"

"Why?"

"That doesn't seem like you're supposed to ask. ”

"Bah, shit!" Paul scolded, grabbing the piece of paper and standing up.

"That's right. Grace reached out and pinched Paul's cheek.

Paul pushed his hand away and glanced at him, a look of disgust that looked like a rat wriggling in a stinking gutter.