Rattana. Shawarilla drove the Honda Civic into the garage, turned off the engine, and tiredness hit him all at once.

She felt very tired, and in the eyes of others, her work was not only tiring, but could even be said to be simple and easy, all she needed was to answer the phone and submit documents in the law firm, and she should not have been so tired.

However, the question of life itself cannot be answered in the phenomena. It wasn't the competitive pressures of her job that she had to deal with, but her own withering.

Isn't it time to go back to the kids? She thought to herself. After all, that is her profession, and it is also the work that she loves and places deep feelings on. Accompanying those with autism and helping them find ways to communicate with others has paid off for her personally. Moreover, the other work she has done in the past two years has not been of her own choice.

Maybe she should call the drop-in center and see if they are still hiring. Even if she doesn't, she can volunteer until a position becomes available.

yes, she'll call tomorrow, there's no reason to wait any longer.

Lakdana grabbed her handbag and stepped out of the car, the garage shutter slowly closing behind her. She walked to the front of the house, picked up all the mail, and flipped through the bills. She stopped what she was doing, inhaled deeply into the cold October night air, and let out a small hum in her sinuses. A little more than a month ago, the cold snap from the north returned, driving the rapid change of seasons, and the gloom of autumn swept away the residual heat of summer.

She loved autumn. In her opinion, the autumn scenery of northwestern Thailand is proudly beautiful.

The small city of Chiang Rai is located on the northwestern border of Thailand, in the ears of Thailand's elephant's head-like territory, so it is technically colder than the south, and the climate has become more and more abnormal over the years.

Rattana was born here and will probably die here. More than 40 kilometers north from Chiang Rai, you will arrive at the famous "Golden Triangle". With its green mountains and waters, dotted with red-roofed cottages, and a mystical atmosphere that has endured for a long time, it is the preferred area for many tourists to visit Chiang Rai.

The "Golden Triangle" is located on the border between Myanmar and Thailand and Laos, and is named after the Mekong River on the Thai-Laos border and the Ruaku River on the Thai-Myanmar border. A long time ago, the local residents made a living from safaris, and later they began to cultivate poppies ~ poppy on a large scale in order to make huge profits.

After years of rectification by the Thai government, the Golden Triangle is no longer the eventful place where gunsmoke erupted.

There are both rich and slum areas, as well as small streets and ordinary residential areas, such as Wal-Mart, Target, McDonald's, museums and libraries. A number of shopping malls on the outskirts of the city choke the city center, making it less bustling. There are also three hospitals and two technical schools in the city. A bronze statue of the Buddha Shakyamuni stands alone in a city park.

She looked up at the starry sky, feeling that leaving the town would never happen to her. Whether it was a sense of loyalty or a lack of imagination, she couldn't say.

Maybe it's because this is her home, she thought as she walked to the front door. She was accompanied by a real estate agent to see the barn-turned-house in the corner of an old farmstead, and fifteen minutes later, she immediately placed her order. Although the space in the room is small, it is very comfortable and very cozy.

That's why she bought the property four years ago when her mother passed away. She wanted a beautiful and completely different environment. The rooms in the barn are very different from the ones she had in her childhood home.

Here, the honey-colored pine floors are varnished and look spotless; There was no used furniture in the room, it was all new furniture purchased from the Currit and Baro home chains; On the floor is a small rug made of porotic linen and fluff, lined with goatskin. The color scheme of the whole room, from the sofa cover to the curtains to the walls and ceiling, is all creamy white.

Her aversion to darkness is fully reflected in the style of the interiors. What's more, isn't the combination of various beige furniture and wallpapers harmonious?

She left her keys and handbag in the kitchen and grabbed the phone. "You have ...... Two ...... What's new. ”

"Hey, Rattana, I'm Latithon, listen to me, I'll accept your previous offer. It would be great if you could help me get to the hotline for an hour's shift that night. Unless you notify me of something new, I'll treat you as free. Thanks again! ”

After a "tick", she deleted the message.

"Lakdana, this is Dr. Khamrawi Pongkuan's office and we hope you will come for a follow-up appointment this quarter. If you hear this message, please call to make an appointment and we will arrange your check-up. Thank you! ”

Rattana put down the phone.

Her knees began to tremble, then slowly moved upward, and the muscles in her thighs began to disobey. As the tremor hit her stomach, she ran to the bathroom.

"Follow-up ...... We'll arrange ......"

Here it is again, she thought to herself, the blood cancer has returned.

"How are we going to tell him if we're going to die? In another twenty minutes he'll be here. ”

Mr. O just glanced at his companion's exaggerated expression, thinking that if this idiot jumped up and down a little more, he would be comparable to a spring stilt.

It's annoying, this Mr. E is a piece of rubbish. Why his guarantor led him into the Servant Eater Society in the first place is an unsolved mystery. Not only does this guy have no sense of urgency, but he doesn't have enough concentration and doesn't know much about the latest guiding ideology of the fox spirit war.

"So how are we going to ......?"

"We don't have to tell him anything." Mr. O said as he swept his gaze over the basement—a large pile of bayonets, razors, and hammers piled haphazardly on the board in the corner, with several pools of blood on the ground, and a dark red pool of blood interspersed with shiny black spirits, all from Mr. E's new wounds, and the bottom of the table that should have gathered into a pool of blood was extremely clean.

"But the vixen escaped, and we haven't heard anything from him yet."

"Thanks for the reminder."

As soon as the two of them interrogated the male vixen, Mr. O was ordered to go out to support. When he returned, he found that Mr. E had failed to control the vixen, but had been cut several times by the other party, and he was huddled in the corner of the wall with his bleeding wounds.

Their hateful boss, Mr. X, is going to be so angry. Despite Mr. O's contempt for Mr. X, their views are unanimous on this matter: waste is careless.