"Duct tape!" said the man.

"Well, I, I don't think we should do this......" the woman said, but she still handed over the tape, black and wide, and the man took it and tore it off, and slapped it directly on the mouth of the crying teenager.

The basement is much quieter.

"Don't tell what to do and what not to do!!" the man probably felt too quiet and unaccustomed to it, and continued to build momentum in his own voice, "Check his hands and legs!"

The woman pursed her lips and examined. The tie was so good that there was no possibility of loosening it at all, and the woman threw an apologetic look at the tied boy and turned to the man who began to spin in circles, "Nick, what are we going to do now?"

The man continued to spin in circles, clutching his hair and twisting his face.

The woman whispered, "Nick, Nick, what are we doing now?" dear ......"

"Don't yell at me!!" man, Nick yelled, "Go get me a cup of coffee!

The woman was a little aggrieved, stood up silently, pursed her lips and walked up the stairs, turned around and asked, "Sugar or milk?"

"Milk!!" Nick went crazy and began to swing his fist at the woman on the stairs, "How many times!milk!milk!!!How many times do stupid women want me to say it!!"

The woman shuddered, ran quickly up the stairs, and closed the basement door. Immediately, he breathed a long sigh of relief, waved his hand impatiently, and walked to the kitchen.

The woman remembered something, took a detour, went out the front door, pulled out today's mail in the mailbox, and walked back to the kitchen as she flipped through it.

Bills, advertisements, Southern Police Department census questionnaires, poll letters, a new issue of the magazine Urban Legend - Barton Weekly, Barton Daily, ...... and a letter.

Naturally, the things that were not noticed were put down casually, and the woman only had a letter and "Urban Legends" in her hand. The coffee pot was placed on the stove, and the woman looked at the title on the cover of the magazine: "A Woman's Monster Love Story - Piercing Medicine" hesitated for a moment, but first opened the letter on the envelope without the sender's address-

『'Didi':

Still, it feels really strange to write to myself, and I'll never get used to it.

I'm doing well. How are you, has Nick made any improvements...... I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have asked, but, I ...... I'm sorry.

I met a man, handsome, strong, and caring. He was very nice to me. Never hurt me. Unlike Nick, he is never impulsive, vents his emotions to people, is very calm and mature. I feel very happy.

He proposed, and I said yes.

I'm still a little worried about my identity. I don't know how to describe it, but part of it still feels like I'm still in Barton South. It's Nick's wife, living miserably in his shadow...... Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

Can you help me with one last thing? another me.

I'm engaged, I'm going to start another life, but I'm a little worried about my identity. I don't know much about this, but Mr. Walker (an Indian merchant who buys and sells identities, Steve Walker) gave me the identity information. There's very little about the family. I'm getting married, a new marriage. I need to know this. I don't want my new husband to ask me about me and I don't know how to answer.

This is my last letter to you, my other self, I am about to start a new life, and it is time to say goodbye to the past. Thanks, another me. Your appearance is the greatest happiness in my life.

Take care.

- Didi, who once lived in pain.

Woman, 'Didi', uh, Didi. The corners of his mouth curled, he read the letter again, lifted the hot pot, and finally took the handwriting on it again, and threw it into the fire.

A dull roar came from the basement, "Where's my coffee!!"

Didi tilted his head and rubbed his face, with an aggrieved expression, "Honey, right away!" but his movements were still calm and slow. Take out the cup from the cupboard, take the milk out of the fridge, and carry the coffee pot while flipping through the "Urban Legends" spread out on the desk.

"Hurry up!!!!!

"It's coming!" Die Di closed the magazine, glanced at the ash-covered stove, casually swiped it into the trash can, and walked to the basement with his coffee.

Pushing the door is coming.

"Lazy woman, rub me again, break your legs!" Nick grimaced.

"Your coffee!" Die replied aggrievedly, hiding her face behind the raised coffee cup.

"Humph!" Nick snatched, "where's that old camera at home?!?"

"In the cupboard in the bedroom. Dee Dee looked wistfully at George, who took a sip of coffee, as if expecting praise.

Of course not, "Then what are you still doing here!!" Nick yelled, "Go get it!

Didi bowed his head 'aggrieved' and went upstairs silently.

Ah, the bedroom.

On the dresser is a group photo, the wedding photo of two people in this family, Nick and Didi. It looks quite happy, and the young couple who love each other snuggles up and smiles at the world.

Dee Dee picked up the picture and pushed it in front of the dresser mirror, pushing and shoving his face.

Well, it seems that the nose is a little higher than Didi in the photo, press it a little lower, the opening of the double eyelids seems to be a little smaller, a little wider, and the corners of the eyes seem to hang down a little bit, push up......

Wait, Didi undid the last two actions. What, this is a natural change in the age zone of human beings. Dee Dee snickered at the fact that she had noticed her ridiculous behavior early on, put the picture back, and walked to the closet.

I opened it, took out my camera, checked it, and it seemed that there were no more negatives.

"Honey, do you want to take a picture? It looks like there's no more film......" Dee Dee said to Nick below, leaning against the guardrail of the stairs.

"Like?!Is there any!" Nick waved the cup in his hand vigorously, and the dark coffee spilled, "Are you stupid! What am I doing with my camera without taking pictures!!Beat you!!"

Didi retracted and pouted out of sight of the other party, while maintaining an aggrieved and nervous tone, "I, I remember there was a new film......!

"And mop the floor!**!" Nick shook the coffee stain off his arm and dropped the cup away. Push open the basement door and go back.

"Film. Dee Dee muttered to himself and began to rummage, not in the closet, not in the dresser. Under the bed?

Die Dee turned out something good.

A wooden box, opened, a diary, several rolls of used film.

The notes in the diary are the same as the notes in the letter just now, so let's read any one.

"Mother came to see me, but I couldn't go to see her. Because of my face. There are also bruises left by Nick, and the foundation can't cover it anymore.

I hid in the basement, leaning against the door, and listened to Nick lie to my mother, saying, "Dee Dee went to a friend's house and won't be back today." ”

My mother said, "No, she called me and asked me to come......"

"Huh. She must have been joking, she's at a friend's house, do you want me to call her friend to confirm?"

"Well, no, she didn't say what to ask me to do, I'll come back next time."

I was already behind the door and was crying again. Because, I know. The moment his mother walks out the door, Nick will come over. 'Punishment' for dialing a number I shouldn't have dialed......

And that's why I write with my left hand now.

I'm getting more and more proficient. 』

Didi closed the diary, pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked at the used film again, the black and white reverse color picture was very violent, and he didn't describe it.

Didi found new film in the box and packed it. The wooden box was put away. I tidied up my appearance and went downstairs.

On the stairs in the basement, Didi put on a nervous smile, "Honey, camera." "Hand. "I'm mopping the floor. ”

"Tsk!" Nick checked his camera and gestured to the teenager tied in the middle of the basement, "I see the newspaper on the desk, bring it over!"

"Okay. Dee Dee nodded, moving quickly under Nick's gaze...... It was just in sight, and out of the basement, she calmly relaxed again.

With his feet padd, he jumped over the coffee stains on the floor like a playful game, picked up the cup casually, put it on his fingers and spun it and walked to the desk.

When I picked up the newspaper, I glanced at it, and the biggest photo on the front page was the new director of the North District, wrapped in a pile of microphones, as if being interviewed. The headline is sensational - "The new police chief is assassinated, and the forensic officer is killed".

"My dear, newspapers. ”

Nick took it, "Is it today's ......" His pupils shrank, probably seeing the words "police chief". The atmosphere in the basement froze for a moment, and then, snap!

The newspaper was thrown to the ground by Nick!

“**！”

"Nee, Nick?" Die moved cautiously to the door, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Did you mean it!!" Nick roared angrily, glaring at Dee Dee who was ready to run out with his hands on the handles.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Didi asked nervously.

"What's wrong with you?!You ask me what's wrong with you?!" Nick approached, but just didn't explain. How to explain it? A guy who tied up a struggling teenager in the basement saw the words "police chief", and this wonderful psychological effect could not be explained.

And so it turned into a slap.

Dee Dee didn't manage to dodge in time, slamming out of the basement like a rag bag, curled up in the stains of coffee with his face covered.

"Stupid woman!" Nick stared at the curled up Dee Dee, "Get up!"

Didi stood up against the wall, covering his face, his head bowed in avoidance of everything.

"Go!" Nick continued to order, "find me something that will prove the date!"

Didi shrank and moved, covering his face and leaning against the wall, and walked cautiously......

"Hurry up!!"

Didi shuddered, and quickened his pace. Something that proves the date?

If Didi doesn't want to continue to be slapped, he has to be fast, fast...... Aha! Didi picked up "Urban Legends", covered his face, and quickly returned to the basement, "Dear, dear, the magazine, the ...... published today"

Nick snatched it, flipped it, and grimaced, oh, of course it wasn't pity for Deedie, he hit, pity what, "I don't remember that I had this kind of magazine!"

"I, I'm determined. ”

"Loser woman!" Nick raised his hand, as if to swing it at Dee Dee again, but stopped halfway, snorted, and threw the magazine at the tied teenager with his backhand, straightening it.

The camera lens was focused on the frightened teenager and the magazine in front of him that could prove the date, clicking.

Nick didn't seem satisfied, or maybe he just didn't waste the film, click-click......

"Go wash it out, and then buy more ......glue," Nick glanced at Didi, who was still holding his face and cowering down the stairs, "Tsk, useless woman, watch him here!" grabbed his camera and went upstairs.

A moment later, the front door, the engine, and the distant sound sounded one after another.

Didi still covered his face and looked at the teenager who was still holding the magazine in front of him, "Poor kid. Dee Dee opened his mouth, got up, and took the magazine, "He told me to watch you, you won't move." ”

The teenager could not make a sound, tape. The boy couldn't move, and he was tied very tightly. The boy could only nod in horror, why? Probably initially, the woman gave him an apologetic look. And what I just saw, the victim, both of them should be.

The boy looked at Didi, and his eyes conveyed something. But, Didi took the magazine and reflexively, "Then you stay fine." Leaving the basement, there was a whining and struggling sound.

The face that was covered loosened. Crack, Didi returned to the bedroom, glanced in the mirror, half of his face full of cracks, pursed his lips, and began to pick up the photo on the dresser again little by little.

A piece of the wings of his nose fell off, and Didi picked up the puff and slowly applied it back. The cheekbones are upturned, smoothed, and pasted back. The corners of his eyes were sunken for a while, a little difficult to do, and Didi's fingers poked into his eye sockets, pushing out the 'face' that should be in the right place little by little......

After finishing it, Didi began to put on various expressions in the mirror, happy and sad, confirmed that this was a normal face, nodded with satisfaction, and seemed to be in a good mood to open the magazine, of course, it was the one that was pricked.

"It's just the beginning of spring, and Louis is already shaking her money tree on the side of the street at night......

But after only reading the beginning, Didi remembered something and went to the living room with the magazine. I found a comfortable position, and while spreading out the magazine in front of me to continue reading, I picked up the phone and dialed it.

"Louie didn't know what she would attract by doing this, like the well-dressed beasts of the city. Don't be fooled by the gentleman approaching, don't be fooled by his decent clothes and decent face, a monster who lives on blood, and the way he looks at Louie, it's for food......

Dee Dee raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "Oh, that's the story of Grande's vampire and that Louise acquaintance......"

"Walker. "The phone went through," who am I talking to? ”

"Ah, Mr. Walker. Didi paused for a moment, "It's me, Didi, remember?"

"Uh, Deedig. "The tone is weird.

"Hehe, do you remember, Didi in the Southern District, two women who share the same identity. ”

"I, I remember. You've bought an identity for the extra person. ”

"Yes, just remember. Dee Dee laughed, "Hehe, Sbella said you already know about the alien race. We're not really alone, heh, she's human, I'm not. ”

"You...... You are of an alien race. ”

"Well, Mirror Man, if you're curious. Dee Dee was casual, "I was trying to ask about the identity we bought earlier." Yes, that's right. Didi played with the phone line, "She's going to get married with a new identity and start a new life, but she doesn't know about the family with her new identity, can you send her an explanation." ”

"Uh, I...... Okay, I got it. ”

"Do you need an address?"

"No, I can find the identity I sold. ”

"Oh, thank you then. Have a nice day. ”

"You too. ”

Hung up. (To be continued.) )