At the end of time, we will all be dust, and in the process, we will be a fire.

This is Qingwen's understanding of herself, of others, and of the world.

If it will eventually become dust and smoke, you might as well fight for the things that should be solved now, if we are fire in the process, then do not consume and diverge indiscriminately, but use it on the blade......

The scarlet heels made a ticking crunch on the stone pavement, but unfortunately the sound was uneven, and it sounded like the man in the heels was stumbling as he walked.

A pair of high heels has slender thighs, and because of the ultra-short leather skirt, there are many legs exposed. These slender legs are wrapped in black hollow stockings, and it is not very customary to walk with a pair of pedicure legs.

The girl had a cigarette in her hand, but it was not lit, and she walked up and down the stone road step by step, and at first glance she was not in a hurry to go home, and she was not afraid of the danger outside.

The moon was covered in a layer of mist, a bleak white moonlight, a cold, helpless, blood-losing white light.

The girl could not get warmth from the moonlight, nor help from the light of the street lamp, and she became more and more lonely.

The height of the vultures that was heightened by the high heels was stretched by the street lamp again, how did it make people feel distressed, and the back was so lonely and lonely......

The title of London's foggy capital is not false at all, when the girl first walks on this deserted road, she can still see around, and see the occasional star-falling pedestrians in the distance, but at this moment, in the cold fog, nothing can be seen, nothing can be seen.

At this time, it would be nice if there was one person waiting for the girl to go back at home, and it would be warmer if one was waiting for her at the door, but, obviously, no.

At this time, if there is a baby crying at home, and there is no food ration left at home, should the girl rush home, or should she continue to stand in the street, wait for the opportunity, and then try to seize the opportunity?

Unknown.

The high heels are very thin, and the road is slippery with fog, and the girl is pacing with difficulty, perhaps, at this moment, the money for survival is more important than her own life, and there have been four murders in a row on this street, all of which are aimed at lonely and miserable women like themselves, who would risk their lives to earn that hard money if they were not forced to do so.

This is the woman who Qingwen is playing, she strives to ponder the hardships and helplessness of this role, and at the same time, she has a sense of vicissitudes for this sad life.

Qingwen believes that Sheriff Scott is sending police forces not far away, and he is fully supporting her. However, the fog is thick and the night is deep, how can she feel the care of the police, Qingwen's heart is panicked, she doesn't believe in Sheriff Scott's England field, but she doesn't believe how much energy she has to stick to this matter.

High heels hurt on your feet, and the stockings almost killed you, but these are not a problem at this moment, because Qingwen is not a person who pays attention to details, not a person who cares about her image more than her task responsibilities at the moment, but Qingwen still feels a kind of emptiness that she has never felt before, as if there is a big hole in her heart, and the big hole is devouring her heart, and Qingwen feels a desperate struggle.

This kind of struggle is not for herself, if it is for herself, then, Qingwen will not take the initiative to ask Ying to help Sheriff Scott and Inspector Conan complete the unfinished business, but Qingwen still feels the struggle, she tries to reflect on herself, trying to find the reason for her struggle at the moment.

Soon, while navigating the stone road, Qingwen reflects and discovers that this struggle does not come from Qingwen herself, but from the role of the prostitute she is putting herself into.

Qingwen's struggle is actually the struggle of this girl, and this pain is stronger than all physical pain, but from the spirit.

Qingwen was taken aback by herself, why, before she started to complete the task, she was already a mother-in-law, and she began to be tied up by this role, and she was too deep in the play.

Qingwen was terrified, feeling that her personality was being eaten by this prostitute.

The pain of losing one's parents, the pain of losing one's footing for the first time in one's life, the pain of giving birth to a child out of wedlock, the pain of having no ability to survive but dragging a child with one, the pain of being trampled on, injured, and humiliated when a person is helpless......

These pains can easily numb a person, but I don't know why, this girl has not been able to enter a state of numbness, she is always on the edge of pain, and she is repeatedly surrounded and tortured by these pains that she cannot control.

This is how Qingwen really feels. No matter how deeply she invests emotions into her heart to be played as a girl, it is far from enough. It's like a pot of water poured on the scorching desert at noon, and the moment it falls, it turns into smoke, which does not solve the problem at all, and is drained in vain.

Qingwen feels like this, no matter how much she tries to save this girl's heart and soothe the girl's heart, it is in vain. can only take his whole spiritual energy, inject love and sympathy, and see that this girl's cold despair has not been reversed.

This is how Qingwen feels when she is dressed as this young prodigious woman, she only feels the pain of boundless despair and the thought of self-determination after the pain, but she cannot help this girl's heart to regain herself from the abyss of spiritual destruction.

Perhaps, a heart-to-heart conversation is needed. Qingwen is once again trying to find a way to solve this problem.

"Hello, I'm Qingwen. Qingwen talked to the character she was now pretending to be in her heart, anyway, there were no visitors at the moment, anyway, when she stood on the street, she was either smoking or walking alone, you might as well, just have a conversation at this moment, at least, Qingwen comforted herself that she had worked hard.

However, after a long call, there was no response.

How much damage does this heart have to suffer to be so indifferent and indifferent.

Qingwen shook her head.

Once again, she tried to call out to this girl in her heart.

"What's your name, can I try to be friends with you?"

This time, Qingwen felt a sudden sour feeling in a place in her heart.

Perhaps, this is the unconscious response of somewhere in the girl's frozen mind, although she herself does not have the consciousness to communicate with Qingwen.

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