(October 23) countdown to the 68th day

No. 17, Lihua Street, North District, private room on the second floor of the foot washing room.

Ye Zihan, the foot-washing girl, woke up in a trance, rubbed her eyes half-awake and half-blurred, looked around, and finally understood that she was still in the private room, and she only remembered that she had just pinched her feet for a guest who called herself Feige.

This guest was very strange, at first she looked like she was squinting, staring at her chest unscrupulously, and that look was eager to eat her.

Not long after she entered the industry, the sisters around her always kindly reminded her that the guests who came to the foot washing room would inevitably move their hands and feet, and they could hold back and eat a little dumb loss, but don't anger them, and don't think about suing the supervisor, if you lose the list, not only will you not get the supervisor's sympathy, but will attract scolding.

Fortunately, this guest later became more disciplined, and only asked to tell his own story, and he had to tell his own story. She muttered to herself, but she obeyed the guest's wishes. Not only are the guests exempt from the service of full body massage, but also an unnecessary extra hour, which is equivalent to earning an extra income without effort.

She pinched the feet of her guests while telling her own story. Pinching and pinching, she felt weak and her thoughts became a little blurry. She shook her head, trying to keep herself awake, for fear that her reaction would upset the guests.

But her consciousness was not controlled by herself at all, her body became more and more weak, and her thinking became more and more blurred. Then, her eyes went dark and she got off the stool.

It took about half a minute for her to come to her senses, and when she found that she was lying on the sofa chair, she was shocked, who propped herself up on the chair? What about the guests?

She glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was not yet time for the guests to add the clock, and she was in a coma for about half an hour.

She hurriedly got up and pointlessly searched for guests in the small private room.

She was suddenly stunned, and then she noticed that she was only wearing a set of autumn clothes with a base layer, and the uniform jacket issued by the footwashing room was missing.

Why? Who did this to you? The guest? Don't......

She panicked, and subconsciously looked at her body, but fortunately, she didn't seem to be a guest.

But how could there be no clothes? That guest has a fetish?

It must be, and in order to steal her clothes, the guest must have taken advantage of his unpreparedness and used something like ** to let himself fall into a coma.

This is what she thinks is the most logical guess.

Then she thought that if the work clothes were lost, if they were found by the supervisor, scolding them would be a trivial matter, and losing money would definitely be indispensable.

The first thing to do is to sneak back to the rest room and put on another set of overalls.

She was about to slip out of the private room, and was stunned when she reached the door, when there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

Jingle bells!

At the same time, the hanging telephone on the wall rang. She turned around and picked it up.

"Someone came to raid it." The waiter in charge of reception on the first floor hung up the phone eagerly after speaking.

This is a common occurrence, and although this is a relatively formal footwashing room, whenever someone from the town comes to inspect it, all private rooms will still receive a phone call to remind the technicians and guests to behave and that certain understandable scenes must not be in front of the inspectors.

But how can I explain my current situation clearly?

It was impossible to rush back down the corridor to the resting place, so she quickly lay back on the sofa chair, covered herself with a thin quilt, exposed her face, and pretended to be asleep.

From the noise outside, she could clearly tell that the people who were inspecting were searching the private room one by one.

Boom!

As a series of footsteps came to the door, the door of the private room was slammed open.

She pretended to be awakened, half-upright, and looked at the door with a bewildered expression.

It was two strange men in casual clothes, followed by her supervisor, a middle-aged woman who was submissive.

The strange man glanced at the simply furnished private room and stared at her with a puzzled expression.

"What's going on, who is this?" One of the men turned to the supervisor and asked.

She ...... She's the technician in the shop. The scene made the supervisor a little confused, "Ask you, what's going on, what about the guests?" ”

"The guest is gone."

"What are you?" The Director said in a stern tone.

"I ...... A little sleepy, just lie down for a while. ”

"Have you forgotten all the rules in the store? Technicians are not allowed to rest in private rooms. What are you doing here? Go back. The director lifted the covers.

She blushed and got up in embarrassment, intending to leave as soon as she took the footwasher.

"Let the leader laugh." The director hurriedly smiled and said to the man.

"Wait a minute." The man turned a deaf ear to the supervisor's words and handed her a mobile phone, "Take a good look, have you seen this person?" ”

"I haven't seen it." She shook her head, and on the screen of her mobile phone, it was a young woman in her twenties.

The man put away his phone, looked around the private room again, and then turned away with another man.

The Director gave her a hard look, and then followed the two men.

She let out a long breath and bent down to pick up the barrel again, and a text message chime came from her phone.

clicked on it, and she was shocked again-

"I'm sorry, I borrowed your ID card, I will return it to you, there is 10,000 yuan in cash under the sofa chair, which is counted as a reward, don't tell anyone that you have borrowed your ID card, please delete the text message after reading it, don't do it."

Borrow? Is this stealing or cheating?

In this way, even if there is an answer to that person's strange behavior, everything is to deceive her ID card from her, but she can't understand why the liar found her.

Then she found an envelope under the sofa chair, and sure enough, it contained 10,000 cash.

"You're a liar. I don't want your money, return my ID card, and return the money when I return my ID card. ”

After replying to the text message, she packed up the cash and hurried back to the dormitory. Fortunately, the other sisters who were sleeping with her were on the clock, so she hid the money and put on another set of work clothes. I waited for a long time, but I didn't wait for the person's text message, but I waited for the supervisor.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" The director blackened his face as soon as he entered.

"What?"

"Play stupid, huh? What the hell is going on with that guest? ”

"Guest...... The guests are gone. ”

"Heckling ghosts. Are there any guests who leave before the clock is finished? ”

"The guest answered the phone and said that there was an urgent matter and he left first."

"Really?" The Director stared into her eyes.

"Hmm." She nodded vigorously.

"And what about you, how did you sleep on the couch?"

"Sleepy, slept for a while."

"Still lying?" The supervisor raised his voice, "How do you explain your overalls?" Do you go back to the dormitory and take off your work clothes and go to sleep in a private room? You take me for a fool? ”

"I ......" she lowered her head, hesitating to tell the supervisor the truth.

"Did the guests bully you? It is...... Is that you? The Director's voice softened.

"I ......" She still lowered her head, not daring to look into the director's eyes, nodded, and quickly shook her head.

"Hey......" the director sighed, patted her on the shoulder, and left.

She looked up to call the director back, but her mouth opened, but no sound came out.