But now, instead of Beno, Martin is in his arms, but Nana, a Thai girl who saved him that night.

Nana is a kind girl, but she is only worried that Martin, who is drunk and unattended, will be in danger when he sleeps on the streets on a rainy night. Because Bangkok at midnight is not a paradise on earth where the road is not forgotten and the night is never closed.

Martin didn't know why he was holding Nana in his arms, but he was thinking of Beno.

Benoy was already an ex-wife, Martin thought sadly. The problem between them is not their own, Martin has always believed that the Yankees are the ones who are in the way and ruin their happy marriage.

On the night Nana saved herself, Martin was sick. He threw up, feeling something his lap in a drowsy mood, and now he thought it was Nana's colleagues or friends who had gotten up early to go to work, and they hated everything about him: gender, posture, and form. It's asleep anyway, and who knows who stepped on it? It's just that they are strange, Nana, who looks honest, has also learned to bring men back? It's just that the five of them are crammed into one room, and how to maintain privacy and openness is really an extremely difficult thing.

By the time Martin woke up, Nana had cleaned up the vomit from the floor and removed his dirty clothes. He staggered to his feet, only to be spotted by her looking back. She stopped doing the laundry and came over to help him.

Martin was unsteady on her feet, and Nana didn't have much strength. Struggling, the two rolled onto the bed. In a daze, Martin didn't know who the people around him were. He shouted, Benoy, Benoy, but he didn't know it.

Nana later told him that she had poured a lot of water on him, just like she had poured water on a pig when she was killed, and most of it ran down the corners of her mouth. Nana excitedly describes the day as they have dinner at a famous restaurant in Bangkok.

Martin wasn't impressed. He is grateful to this kind girl and hopes that he can save her. When Nana left that day, Martin slept soundly. But in the afternoon, Martin woke up.

The room was empty, the girls had gone to report, the messy and crowded room was full of boxes, lingerie and household items, and the chaotic curves of charging cables were passing through the surface of the dressing table guarded by the undulating cheap cosmetics, how many points did they intersect?

Martin struggled to remember everything, he didn't know how he could be in such a room, and for a moment, he thought he was left behind in another Earth's space.

Splitting headache and unbearable hunger. Martin let out a big yawn, then stretched, his leg hurting, and he touched his thigh.

A round mark of a deep heeled shoe spike. If you have to speculate on who made the poisonous feet, then the most pungent and powerful person in the house is Shiya.

Martin's briefcase and personal belongings were neatly stacked at the head of a bed that presumably was the one where the girl who saved him lived. Next to the briefcase were a few hundred baht and a note:

If you wake up, go buy something to eat. We came back late and there was nothing to eat in the house.

This is a kind child, Martin thought to himself. This is in stark contrast to the gang of rogue cops in Bangkok.

Can't let go of this bunch of crumbs easily, Martin gritted his teeth. He must take revenge on them fiercely, and he will not let any of them go.

A cold thought was forming in Martin's mind.