“…… The prince showed Cinderella the dancing shoes, which were worn on her feet as if they had been made for her. He stepped forward to get a closer look at her face, recognized her, and immediately said excitedly, 'This is my real bride!' The stepmom and her two older sisters were taken aback. When the prince lifted Cinderella onto his horse, they were so angry that their faces turned white. Watch as the prince takes her away.

When they came to the hazel tree, the little white dove flew up and stopped on Cinderella's shoulder. Together, they walked towards the palace. The young, handsome reader closed the book and smiled, "The story is over." At the same time, the masseur's movements also stopped, and he said to Lan Xi, "Miss, today's massage is over. ”

"Ah...... It's over—" Lancy said in a trance, as if she had just woken up from a sweet dream with great reluctance. "Yes, it's an hour – you're welcome to come back tomorrow." The masseur said politely. On the other side, Kirton's massage ended at the same time, and his masseur also politely informed him that today's massage was over. Kirton blinked, as if he couldn't believe that an hour had passed, and in the state of great enjoyment just now, he felt that the time had only passed twenty minutes at most.

It wasn't until he looked at the time on his watch that he reluctantly sat up from the massage table. Then he asked the reader of the story, "I haven't finished the story yet—I wonder where the devil will take the fisherman." The person who read the story said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but our rule here is that as soon as the massage is over, the story will not be repeated." But if you come back tomorrow, I'll continue the story. "Cotton is a quick-tempered person, and he can't accept this kind of appetizing thing the most. But helplessly, this is a business place, not to mention that Sean has invited guests, so it is not good to make excessive requests, so he can only get out of bed and walk out of his empty single room - Lu Hua, Sean and Lan Xi are already waiting at the door outside - everyone looks unsatisfied.

The four of them walked to the counter, and the service lady nodded at them and said, "It's 840 yuan in total, may I ask if the four of you pay in cash or by card-" Sean took out his credit card from his pocket to settle the bill. After that, the service lady bowed respectfully and saluted, "Please walk slowly, welcome to come next time." After going out, Lan Xi stuck out her tongue: "840 yuan, this is too expensive." Sean said, "Leave this alone. Just tell me how it feels. "Hmm...... It's pretty good. Lu Hua looked fascinated, "I always feel that the person who told me the story read all the stories to my heart, which made me feel like I was not listening, but immersive, very realistic." "yes." Lan Xi nodded repeatedly, "I listened to the story with my eyes closed, and I felt like I had become the person in the story. Ahh

Kirton pursed his lips disapprovingly, "Don't be a nymphomaniac, okay, Lancy." Lancy glared at him. Sean looked at him and said, "What about you, Kirton, how do you feel - to be honest." Kirton pretended not to care and said, "Of course, the massage is quite comfortable, and listening to the story is quite enjoyable." However, there is one place that makes me very uncomfortable - I haven't finished listening to the story, the time is up, and the person who reads the story tells me to continue next time - isn't this a clear show of people's appetite-" Lu Hua said: "I am the same, it's a pity that I didn't finish the story." Sean laughs, "That's the charm of this massage parlor, so that it will entice you to come back next time - now you can see why I have been here for so many days." ”

"Isn't this a change of way to make people pay for high consumption-" Lan Xi said, and then lowered her head and pondered, "But fortunately, it's worth the money......" Lu Hua glanced back at the sign of "Night Tan Leisure Club", and said thoughtfully: "This store really wants us to experience the true feeling of 'Arabian Nights' - the king of the Thousand and One Nights listens to a story every night, but each time the narrator saves the ending of the story for the next day...... I suspect that the owner of this shop must have been inspired to open this 'special service'. "Quite possibly." "Even the stories that were read to me were the 'Tales of the Fisherman and the Devil' in the Thousand and One Nights." "Ahh Lu Hua's eyes widened and said, "The 'Tale of Jute and the Moroccans' I heard is also from 'One Thousand and One Nights', but it doesn't seem to be the same as the version I have seen before......

"The 'Tale of the Fisherman and the Devil,' which I heard," said Kirton, "was also different from what I had heard as a child — the person who read the story said it was because the book in his hand was unique and one that had long since gone out of print." Lu Hua frowned slightly: "Unique-but it looks like at least the person who read me the story also has a copy in his hand." Kirton turned to Lancey and asked, "What story are you listening to-" Lancey said, "I'm not like you, I'm listening to Grimm's fairy tales 'Cinderella.'" At first I told the handsome guy that I knew the story so well that I could show it to him—but he also told me that it would be a version that I had never heard before. Well...... Anyway, it's a little different from what I've seen before, and the plot is more twisty and bizarre - but unlike you, he told me the story and didn't say what the ending was left for next time. ”

"Looks like Johnny Depp takes good care of you." Kirton said sarcastically. "When I heard the story, I immediately decided to marry him." Lancy said deliberately defiantly looking at Kirton. "Then please." Kirton rolled his eyes, ignored her, and turned his face to the other side, "What about you, Sean." What story are you listening to-"

Scratching his head, Sean said, "I've been listening to it since a few days ago - it doesn't seem like a famous story, but it's pretty good." Lu Hua sighed: "Alas, it's a pity that I can't finish listening to the ending of that story - it's really itchy." Sean laughed and said, "What's so hard about this - I'll just invite you here tomorrow afternoon - didn't the masseur say that a course of treatment will take at least four days—I'll invite this guest to the end!" Lancy jumped up for joy and almost wanted to put her arms around Sean's neck, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Amazing! Come back tomorrow and enjoy it again!"

Lu Hua said with some reluctance: "That's ...... Is it appropriate - the cost here is so high, it's embarrassing for you to break such a big fee......" "Hey, what are you polite to me-" Sean said briskly, "Anyway, this credit card belongs to my dad, he told me to use it as I please—no need for nothing!" Lu Hua's face immediately showed an expression of happiness and gratitude. Sean turned his head and asked Kirton, "What about you, Kirton, let's come with you tomorrow-" Kirton remembered that he had said that the massage was boring at the beginning, and had to pretend to be reserved for the sake of face: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, do you want to come when you see the time." "Okay, I'm not reluctant, just call me tomorrow afternoon if you want to come." Sean patted Cotton's shoulder, looking smug about his victory.

A few people chatted and walked for a while, and then each took a car in a different direction to go home. Kirton took the bus and got off at the entrance of his neighborhood. As he walked, he was still reminiscing about the 'new version' of the "Tale of the Fisherman and the Devil". When I walked to the artificial stream built for beautification in the community, I saw two children about seven or eight years old, a man and a woman, anxiously looking at the thigh-deep stream of an adult, sighing and worrying, as if something had fallen down. Curious, Kirton walked over and asked, "Kid, did you fall into the water?"

The little boy raised his head as if he had seen a savior and said, "Brother, my remote-controlled car has gone into the water." We're too short to reach, can you help us get it up-" "No problem. Kirton rolled up his sleeves and knelt down to the creek. Arm into the water. But he fished back and forth for most of the day, but he couldn't catch any cars. In desperation, he stood up, shook his head and said, "I didn't touch it—maybe it was washed away by the water somewhere else." The little boy was so anxious that he was about to cry: "What should I do, this is what my father bought for me today...... I lost it before I played for half an hour...... "Seeing that the little boy's tears were about to fall, Kirton hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, find a bigger net, and fish around this artificial stream, you will definitely find it." The little girl next to her said, "By the way, use this!" She picked up a butterfly net from the ground not far behind her and handed it to Kirton, "Brother, you can use this to catch it!" That's great! It's convenient to have this thing. ”

Kirton reached to the bottom of the net, explored the water with a stick in his other hand, and scooped it up with all his might. The two children looked expectantly, but were so frightened that they screamed "ahh Kirton frustrated himself with the dead rat and moved to another place. This time, he carefully reached into the water and searched cautiously underwater. The two children stared into the water with wide eyes.

Kirton's hand told him that he had found something again, and he slowly lifted the net, only to find that all he had caught was a small stone and a few pieces of broken glass. "Hey—I don't believe it yet." Reluctantly, Cotton changed places, reached down the net and fumbled carefully, and after a while, scooped up a can filled with water. Kirton made a fuss, and there was some meaning that he would not give up if he didn't catch it. He went a little further down and lowered the net. This time, he fished back and forth in different directions for several minutes, and finally came across something that felt and was about the size of a remote-controlled car, and he carefully pocketed it into the net, and then slowly lifted it up. Kirton looked eagerly into the net, and was stunned—in the net, there was a bile beige bottle. Suddenly, a strange sensation permeated his body.

He suddenly remembered the "Tale of the Fisherman and the Devil" he had heard before—his current experience was so similar to the plot of the story! Kirton thought dumbfounded—was it a coincidence—that there could be such a coincidence—and he thought in amazement, as he brought the net he was carrying to his front and took out the yellow gallbladder bottle in it—and when he brought it to his eyes to look closely, he was so surprised that he almost cried out—the gall bottle had a tin stopper on its mouth, and around the stopper was a line of unintelligible foreign characters, which seemed to be the language of some Arab country.

Wait, what's going on - Kirton stood there dumbfounded, not moving for a full five minutes. He couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him with normal thoughts and logic—more importantly, he thought about what might happen next—opened the gall bottle, and a blue-faced and fanged devil came out of it, and then brought him the good news that he was going to be killed and that he would choose how to die—no, it was ridiculous, and Kirton shook his head vigorously to drive the ridiculous thought out of his head. He pinched the cork and slowly turned it, trying to open the bottle.

The cork gradually loosened, and Kirton was a little nervous and hesitant before finally pulling it out. He unconsciously held his breath, and sweat oozed from his palms. With a bang, the bottle opened—Kirton's heart tightened, and he stared intently at the jar as if waiting for something to happen—but, after a dozen seconds, everything was calm. Kirton breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and sneered self-deprecatingly, "Neurotic." Then he threw the empty bottle on the lawn. After a few seconds, Kirton suddenly looked up, and he suddenly remembered that he had been fishing for something in the water, and why he hadn't heard the voices of the two children for a long time, and he turned around, and then looked around sharply, and was shocked to find that the two children were gone! Kirton didn't even know when they left.

Kirton felt completely stunned—weren't the two kids still behind him, eagerly waiting to get the remote-controlled car out of the water. I don't want it now—maybe I left disappointed when I saw that I had failed to catch it several times—but I should always say hello...... Don't...... A strange thought suddenly occurred in Kirton's mind—could it be that the purpose of the two children had been to lure them out of the water from the beginning—but, unless they were immortals—how could they calculate that they would have salvaged the bottle in the fourth net—what was going on—and Kirton felt like he had fallen into a fog.