A man who often wears a white lab coat occasionally comes. The clothes were slim, not like the hospital ones, but they all called him doctor.

The doctor once told me, intentionally or unintentionally, that there were words on my husband's fan. Maybe it's changed, or it's covered. If you want to make the words visible, it's not difficult.

Could it be light? Some people send paper products, and the words can be illuminated with ultraviolet lamps. Or soak it in water, or spray it with some liquid with different acidity and alkalinity. These are all things that my husband taught me.

He can also play the guitar, play the violin, and even the guzheng erhu. It seems that the stringed instruments of the East and the West are more or less a little.

He also taught me how to dance, and I knew a little bit about it. Later, when he was free, he would play the guitar and I would choreograph some dances with local characteristics according to the rhythm. I used to be very good at that. So my job changed from serving wine and water to dancing. There is no change in salary, and the guests are still no more, no less.

Whether it's board games, chess and cards, everyone taught me a lot. I never knew there was so much fun in the world.

As for playing cards, I'm not very good at it.

Mr. used to play a game called Blackjack with his friends, also known as blackjack. The rules of the game are a bit complicated, I don't remember exactly, I just think about being more than the minimum requirement of 17, not more than 21. So most of the time, I lose with the lowest number of all players. At that point, I just smiled and sighed and pushed the cards forward on the table.

It doesn't hurt that I usually play the role of a dealer. Occasionally, there aren't many players, and I'm just caught trying to make up the numbers. If you lose, the account is always counted on the head of the husband, and if you are lucky enough to win, he will count the money to me.

One day, the doctor sat in the bank. Cutting out what I lost to him, Mr. still won a lot of money.

The doctor is like a pure-hearted person, who never likes to be in shape, and does not have much trouble winning or losing. He just pushed the chips over and pinched my wrist to flip the cards.

"Seventeen o'clock? Oh my God, this kid is so conservative, it's completely different from her. ”

"Yes. She's pretty bad at playing, but she's always overblown. ”

"Who is she?"

I asked.

No one answered me, and everyone was still talking to themselves. I know that maybe I don't have a say in this game.

But that's what I asked.

"Who is she?"

I asked again.

The game suddenly became quiet, and you could hear the faint roar of music in the outdoor bar hall. I looked at my husband, who was still smiling faintly and snapped his fan.

"Deal the cards. He said to the dealer.

I knew it was his dead partner.

I shouldn't have asked.

But that's what people are. I know I've made a mistake in something, but I'm still obsessed with other aspects of the problem. Even if the focus shifts, the main body of the problem never changes.

Am I a very bad and very different alternative?

Only the doctor, with a gaze that bordered on pity, looked at me as quietly as if he were still water.

I don't understand the meaning of this gaze, just as I don't understand the meaning of a completely different gaze from another person much later.

I suddenly remembered the cellar of the bar, which I had never been to before.

There is a door behind the dance floor, which is very similar to the color of the wallpaper, and it is not easy to see. This decoration method is used in many places to make the door look less obtrusive. That door was the stairwell, and below it was connected to the cellar, and there was the utility room, and the gentleman's room.

I've only managed the electric switch there and never stepped down a single step down the stairs. Although he had never restricted my range of activities, I was forbidden by a strange instinct.

Wake up, you've gotten enough, what are you still greedy for?!

I cursed myself so secretly.

But now, this fickle instinct is tempting me again.

The balance of trust has always been delicately balanced.

I seem to be somewhere in the lever, adding a weight.

I don't know where to put it or how much it weighs. All I know is that the balance has shaken.

How I wish it was my wishful thinking.

After that day, my husband's attitude towards me did not change, but I still felt as if I was further away from him.

This layer of Svenwen's smiling mask was already separated by a moat.

Since then, when I inspect the main gate, I often stay at the staircase for a few more seconds, not too long. Perhaps, this deliberate avoidance made the time I spend there objectively shorter.

In front of the staircase that leads downward, a dim light bulb hangs.

Sometimes, the voice control is not very sensitive, and I can't get it out with the force of my applause. It opened its mouth in the dark, as if it led to a terrible place that did not belong to the human world.

It's as eerie as hell and at the same time has the allure of heaven.

What I didn't expect was that the opportunity came quickly.

That day, my husband suddenly gave me a task. He was at the front desk checking the books with the accountant and seemed more casual when talking to me. But his expression was a little serious, which I rarely saw on weekdays.

I knew something was going to happen.

"A USB flash drive, in a honeysuckle drawer. That's important, it has the information and the list she wants. You leave the back kitchen and send you to Lane 4 of West Street, where there will be her people waiting for you. ”

"But remember, don't let the police find you. He turned his head and said again.

I know who she is referring to. A woman who occasionally comes here for a drink seems to be a big boss in the business world. She always kept a straight face and frowned a lot, and I didn't dare to talk to her. Only the doctor and the gentleman dared to call her by her first name, and everyone else called her Mrs. euphemistically.

Other than that, I don't know anything.

I nodded and walked over to the bar. As I pushed the drawer in, I heard a crisp crash.

This wall is not solid.

Don't be overly eventful. I took a deep breath.

The USB stick is placed in a small box in the shape of a strip. I pulled it out, put it in the inside pocket of my clothes, and turned around to see the mess of paper stuffs under the bar. I crouched down, habitually trying to tidy up.

But the moment I stretched out my hand, my husband suddenly reached out from above the desk and pulled out the stack of papers.

"Oh, let's just say why didn't I find the room, did I put it here?"

He habitually smiled at me, pressed down on his open sunglasses, and turned back.

It seems that there is a familiar name on the document just now.

Don't think about it anymore. Isn't the lesson from the last time enough?

I was out of the house quickly, my brain constantly controlling myself not to delve into issues that shouldn't be addressed. As I walked along the road, my mind began to wander and wander, subconsciously avoiding what had just happened.

However, I slowly realized another problem.

What my husband asked me to do, I never asked, just did it, and he basically didn't explain too much.

But why didn't he not name him clearly this time, but also made it clear what was in the USB flash drive. I don't understand it at all, but it's definitely not for me.

Who would that be addressed to?

When he thought of this, a pair of hands reached out around the corner.

I was covered with a cold handkerchief.

Sniffing out the anesthetic, I struggled.

As my consciousness slowly passed through my body, I thought to myself that even if I died, I would never be able to tell what my husband told me. Neither will die.

I had a dream that I forgot.

Perhaps it had something to do with the past, but the moment I opened my eyes, everything I had been sleeping in a trance was gone. I took a slow, deep breath to calm my uneasy heart, which was shaking for some reason.

I felt two lines of cold marks on my face. Reaching out, I felt two water stains.

Am I crying?

Am I afraid, am I afraid of the past, or am I afraid of the future?

Am I terrified by the possibility of death, or am I worried about the pain of life worse than death?

But, before that, an idea popped into my head.

My hands are free.

Looking around, I was in a somewhat cramped space. There was a worn-out bed, and a dusty set of tables and chairs. I wasn't tied up or anything, but my personal freedom was restricted.

The small window on the door was covered with a layer of paper on the outside, but it was poorly insulated.

I was barefoot, carefully pressing my ears to it, and heard the footsteps of two or three people outside, and whispered conversations.

Then, someone pushed the door open.

"What about people. ”

"Caught. ”

"What about my people. ”

"Inside. ”

"Goods. ”

"It's still there. ”

The person who came and asked the question was the voice of the gentleman.

The one who answered was Lady Nebula.

I heard the hurried footsteps approaching, and just as I took a step back, the gentleman pushed the door open.

He put away his fan and smiled softly.

His eyes were full of things I couldn't read, almost Mrs. Nebula's, a sense of burnout.

I don't understand at all.

Mr. said, let Madame explain to me what happened. She sighed, as if she was in trouble. At that moment, I saw the two of them meet their eyes, as if they had crossed over something more incomprehensible to me.

It was as if two terminals were exchanging information at a rapid pace.

Have they always been such cold things?

The gentleman closed the door when he went out. Madame lifted the purple hair that hung down in front of her eyes, and sighed faintly, very softly. She seems to be busy and hasn't had her hair taken care of for a long time.

"Talking to you too much seems a bit of a delay. ”

I nodded. I know she's always busy with her own company.

"But then you'd be too pitiful. ”

At that time, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

I just remember that Madame made a few simple instructions. This box is indeed important, but it is not a USB flash drive, but a sample of the formula of some company pharmaceutical companies.

At that time, the gentleman deliberately said those words in front of several of the inner demons he suspected. This means that I am bound to be in danger. But it's a risk to bear, and Madame's subordinates will take care of everything after that.

And I, as a key part, only made small sacrifices.

However, if I had opened it halfway through, I might have already died because of the trigger.

I'm dying because of this curiosity, and I won't get the sympathy of my husband.

"Back then, she was the complete opposite of you. ”

When Madame said this, I keenly pricked up my ears.

"What do you mean by her......"

"Well, the place where you live now used to be the house where Boss Qiu lived. The duty room in the store has always been where his partner lives. ”

“...... So, me and her, like?"

"It's very similar, and it's not very similar. ”

I still don't understand what that means. Madame's words always make me confused, but she always disdains to explain. But there was something unusual about her today, and those eyes, which were always extremely tired, were now looking at me with a special feeling.

It was an indifferent look, as if it were looking at an inanimate object.

Even so, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

- To be continued -