Huang Youhuan returned home, turned over the sesame seeds that had fallen asleep, he vented desperately, the sesame seeds woke up, resisted desperately, and the last two were exhausted, like two tomatoes lying in a vegetable basket.

Sesame opened her mouth, vent? She turned her back to him, motionless.

Huang Youhuan did not speak.

He didn't want to say anything, he wondered about himself at this time, and didn't know why he was doing this. He rolled over and lay flat on his back, watching the flat waves of the ceiling stand still, and he stood still. The white ceiling had a gloomy undulation, like the two of them were breathing slightly now, not dead, far from death, but close to numbness. They both feel that each other is now a pile of numb meat, lying on the cold assembly line.

"She's dead." Sesame said calmly. Not only because she is also a police officer, but also because as one of the news parties, she has become so depressed that she needs to watch the news of several of them on TV or in the newspaper every day to sleep. Otherwise, she would have to take a lot of sleeping pills. If you don't accept it, you can't sleep all night.

I guess it's been reported on TV. Huang Youhuan turned over, changed his posture, and wiped the corners of his eyes. He thought, although he was very hungry, he would divorce this marriage, and they didn't have children anyway.

Lying like this, awake and hungry, the two of them were back to back until dawn.

"Have you ever heard of five loaves and two fish?"

A believer in the church told Huang Youhuan, who had just walked in, that he obviously did not know this famous news figure some time ago.

Huang Youhuan shook his head.

Seeing this, the man felt that this was a good opportunity to spread the gospel. So he took him and sat down on the empty chapel bench. Rows of dark red benches resemble ignorant students. Jesus was on the wall in front of him, far away.

There are many temples in Thailand, but churches are rare. This is the Cathedral of St. Anna, the seventh church where Captain Huang came. The Cathedral of Santa Ana is more than 300 years old. Not only are there old religious buildings, but there are also many beautiful sights for tourists to visit. It's raining all the time today, so there aren't many tourists.

According to Shiya's prompt, Huang Youhuan went to the bar where she lived before her death. The bartender told him that Shiya did hide three bottles of things, but not wine, but three bottles. And one of them has already been taken. The man didn't know anyone, he was a man, not very old, not a regular customer. He just said to pick up Shiya's things, and the bartender just took out a bottle, and before he could speak, the man took the bottle and left.

Shiya is gone, and no one chases her out or back.

Without thinking about who took it, Huang Youhuan took out a bottle. It was a large empty bottle of champagne, the bottle was very dark, I couldn't see what was inside, and it felt empty. There was also a plain beer bottle, Red Budweiser's, with a big "2" written on it with a blue oil-based pen. Presumably the second bottle. I don't know if the man took the first or the third.

Huang Youhuan uncorked the big champagne bottle, poured it down, poured it for a long time, and poured nothing out. Shake it, as if there is something, and there seems to be nothing. Huang Youhuan knew, there was a note inside.

He took the two bottles, and as he was leaving, he called the bar owner and all the bar staff, telling them not to answer if anyone else came to Shiya or hers, and to call the police as soon as possible. The people at the bar were frightened, and they all looked at each other, not daring to say much.