Nietzsche's ghost unties Lin Jingdu's blouse......

Lin Jingdu wanted to break free, but she couldn't help but want to be conquered by him. Her tiny body was under his control...... His cold, white, flower-like hands were surprisingly moving. The hands, as he spoke, had a strong sense of rhythm, and gradually took off her dress

Gradually, Lin Jingdu seems to accept the fate of turning to ashes......

It was as if she had been dust, floating off the ground, hovering in the air like a dandelion for a while, falling to its unpredictable place, taking root...... In short, that brief drift, like an instant fall from the clouds, returned to reality. It's as if floating life has come to a cycle in a very short period of time.

The whole world is as if it were in a vacuum.

The birds flew away, and the mountain breeze floated gently across their faces, drying the fine sweat and ruffling their hair, but not the flush that remained on their faces after their intoxication.

Nietzsche's ghost lay lazily on the grass and said, "You are lucky! ”

Lin Jingdu put on her dress in a daze and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

Nietzsche's ghost said, "You enjoy a lot of happiness that women can't get in their lifetime." Then he touched the beads of sweat on his forehead and let out a long breath.

Lin Jingdu asked while tidying up her messy head: "I don't understand what you mean!" "Flushed.

Nietzsche's ghost said: "In short, you are a happy woman, you just need to understand this." ”

Lin Jingdu moved his body, saw the blood on the blades of grass, and remembered that he was still menstruating, and that he had done that kind of thing just now, which must be bad for his health, and he couldn't help but worry for a while, and said abruptly: "I feel ashamed that I can't control myself." ”

The ghost of Nietzsche looked at her and asked, "Shame on what?" Why control yourself? ”

Lin Jingdu's face was ashamed, and he said gloomily: "I don't fully understand you, so that kind of thing happened to you, and ......"

Nietzsche's ghost took her silky hand, looked into her eyes and said, "—You seem to be blaming yourself?" ”

Lin Jingdu nodded hesitantly and said softly, "Yes." ”

Nietzsche's ghost comforted: "I'll tell you the story of Betty and Kelly!" I see you're a little melancholy...... Maybe listening to the story, it won't be so depressing! ”

Lin Jingdu said softly: "Actually, I am very happy, but I am a little tired. ”

Nietzsche's ghost said, "Since you are happy, you should be happy...... Your eyes seem to be full of sorrow! ”

"Happiness is followed by sadness, and now I vaguely feel a little sad," Lin Jingdu said with a blushing face, "I have always been loyal to the principle of emotion, but I am doing a bad thing with a foreign man in the mountains." ”

Nietzsche's ghost approached her, caressed her, and said, "Something will happen to anyone in such a beautiful situation on such a beautiful date." Besides, we both love each other and have not lost your emotional principles. ”

In order not to disappoint him, Lin Jingdu said: "We won't discuss this, this kind of thing is very complicated, and we can't make it clear after discussing it for a century...... Let's talk about the story of Betty and Kelly! ”

Nietzsche's ghost gently kissed her on the forehead and said gently: "Relax and enjoy this good time!" ”

Lin Jingdu flashed her bright eyes and looked at him warmly, smiling and even more beautiful.

Nietzsche's ghost looked at her affectionately, as if to see her through.

Lin Jingdu shyly avoided his affectionate gaze, and said incoherently: "Story, you tell a story!" ”

Nietzsche's ghost lay down on the grass, clasped the back of his head with both hands, and said, "Let me first tell you how the French press reported on how Kelly was found after her death." ”

Lin Jingdu nodded at him, and then made a deaf look.

Nietzsche's ghost was silent and just stared at the sky......

Suddenly, Lin Jingdu seemed to be in a flash of light, and saw that he was very lonely, very lonely, and he didn't know what to do! But it is possible that she misunderstood his expression, and his mind was just bound by the tragedy in the story, and he couldn't let go of it for a while. It seems that he is an emotional person and a little sentimental.

Lin Jingdu asked softly, "Why don't you speak?" The tone was cautious.

Nietzsche's ghost paused and said, "Kelly's death was once the front page of French newspapers, big and small, because ...... Her body was found in the study of a colonel. But the police concluded that she was not killed by the colonel, but someone else. ”

Lin Jingdu asked urgently: "How did the newspaper report the scene of Kelly's death?" ”

Nietzsche's ghost's mouth squirmed, and he said: "One morning, Colonel Crano and his wife were still asleep when they were suddenly woken up by the maid's hurried knock at the door. The maid was so frightened that she stammered so much that Mrs. Clarnow was so anxious that she had to tell her to take her to see what was going on.

They went downstairs, and at the corner of the stairs, into the study. Mrs. Clarnor saw a very bloody scene: a young woman sat stiffly in a circle chair, her face pale, and a bloody hole in her neck, which was still oozing blood.

Mrs. Cranow, in a panic, asked the maid, who was this woman? The servant shook her head and said she didn't know. The maid said that she got up early in the morning to clean up in the study, as usual, and when they entered, they saw the dead woman. She didn't have time to take a closer look, and hurriedly woke up the Cranows. Colonel Clarno then arrived, saw the corpse of the woman, and asked the maid with a roar who the woman was. The maid trembled with fright from Colonel Clarano, and said incoherently that she didn't know.

Mrs. Clarenau, looking at her husband with angry eyes, said indifferently, 'I am afraid that this woman is the only one you know...... I think you killed your lover,' and angrily called the police.

Mrs. Clarnow came back and looked at the body more closely, and it was a gaudy woman, with delicate curly blonde hair scattered on her face, perfect features, delicate skin, and a plump body in a silk-green dress. The face is lightly smeared with light makeup, there is a deep tooth mark on the naturally rosy lips, and the fingernails and toenails exposed outside the high-end white sandals are painted with pink nail polish, which is shiny and shiny. It was a noble, elegant, and charming image - a high-style young lady. There are also earrings and rings that are all sapphires, and they are matching. According to common sense, she should still be wearing a sapphire necklace, but her neck is bare. Also, her eyes were wide open, and she looked like she was dead.

After that, the colonel and his wife quarreled...... Mrs. Clarnor complained that he really shouldn't have brought his lover home and killed her, that would only ruin his future. Clarano told her in a firm tone that he didn't even know the girl. Mrs. Clarno did not believe that an old man with a few qualifications, such as Colonel Clarnow, liked to find a young woman to be their lover, and she had seen a lot. They quarreled endlessly until the police arrived.