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At another Urban village, Liu Bing and the others wandered around but found nothing. The auxiliary police officers went door to door asking if there were any suspicious people or events. Liu Bing knew very well that the killer could leave a head in the midst of the crowd in the Urban village, clearly taunting the police to investigate. "Let's go back," Liu Bing got into the police car and said to Guorui, "Go back and check if there are any missing persons cases, and hurry to have the forensic doctor identify the identity of the deceased and the time of death." I quietly stood in a corner of the street watching everything that was happening. Maybe I should have gone over and greeted Liu Bing, then pretended to casually ask what had happened here. But I didn't do that.
Liu Bing and I were college classmates and lived in the same dormitory for four years. Actually, we weren't particularly close during our four years of study, but I liked him very much because he had a kind of small-town feeling about him. I believe that this small-town vibe about him could bring him closer to others. After graduation, due to work, we saw each other less and less. In my impression, he has always had the feeling of a weak scholar, so I was very surprised when I found out about the incident where he shot and killed a robber. He once asked me out for a drink about this matter. He was in great pain, always thinking that he had accidentally shot and killed someone, a person who had never stood out academically and had an average appearance. To be able to shoot and kill the robber at the first opportunity, it should have been more of a mistake in a nervous situation.
The last time I saw Liu Bing was in May of last year, after work. When old classmates meet, they inevitably end up going for a meal and a drink. While drinking, he poured out his grievances to me. Life at the police station was very dull, and some people who got into the station through connections were just idle playboys. He couldn't afford to offend them, and he had to do the dirty and tiring work himself. Besides being unhappy and frustrated at work, his marriage was also not going smoothly. He and his wife argued endlessly every day over trivial matters. In short, he seemed to have all the problems that a middle-aged man should have: high pressure, love to complain, and a sense of helplessness.
After speaking, he put on a distressed look, then quickly drank the white wine in his cup. His nose, eyebrows, and eyes all scrunched up. Besides comforting him, I didn't have a better way to help. After dinner, I quickly went to the front desk to pay the bill. I helped him, who was stumbling, to walk out. "It's late, how about I take you for a massage to relax a bit?" Liu Bing readily agreed, saying there's a massage parlor near Liberation Second Road called City South Bathhouse, where the masseurs are very skilled. So, we went there.
Around eleven o'clock, Liu Bing and I arrived at City South Bathhouse. The customer manager greeted us with a fawning smile, "Oh, Mr. Liu, long time no see. We've got a few new masseurs recently. Come on, let the boss here also relax a bit." Liu Bing waved his hand, smiling at me, "Bro, life is short, let's enjoy it while we can." After saying that, I watched him walk into a dim room. I stood there, hesitating whether to wait outside for him. The customer manager grabbed me as if I were about to run away, saying, "Come on, you'll be happy once you're in." Then he pushed me into a small room with pink lights shining. I felt nervous because I didn't know if this massage parlor was legitimate. I had seen many reports online about such places being exposed or people unfortunately contracting STDs. Thinking about it made me a little scared.
"Bang, bang, bang." A light knocking sound came from outside the room, and then a woman in an evening gown walked in. "Hello, boss," she bent down and gave me a bow. I didn't know how to respond to her, so I politely replied, "Hello." She looked at me, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth, but this disdainful expression quickly turned into a warm smile. She tied her hair into a ponytail, and her bangs covered half of her forehead. Her eyes were like two black pearls, shining even in the dimly lit room. She took off the hair tie, then shook her head, and her black hair fell like a waterfall. I was a bit mesmerized and didn't know what to do. She said somewhat shyly, "Boss, you lie down first, and I'll give you a massage." I obediently lay down on the massage chair, thinking about this beautiful woman who looked so much like a female celebrity. I was stuck, pondering. The dimly lit room, the pink light flickering. Since we didn't speak, it felt very quiet and somewhat awkward.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She broke the awkward silence, asking me while massaging my back. "I don't, what about you?" "I don't have a girlfriend either, haha." I turned to look at her and saw her smiling. Due to the backlight, I couldn't see her face clearly. This joke made us a little less restrained, and I also started to open up. I told her about my work and my colleagues and friends. I didn't expect to be such a chatterbox, maybe because my work was usually so dull, and I didn't like chatting with people after work. After saying so much, I felt a bit uncomfortable.
I asked her what she usually does in her spare time. She sighed and said she didn't have much time to rest. If she did, she would go shopping alone or read some books. "Oh, I also like to read books in my spare time, especially novels by some Japanese writers and books on psychology. If you're interested, I can recommend a few to you." I buried my head in the pillow, and after saying this, I suddenly felt her massaging hand pause for a moment. I turned my head and looked at her. "What's your family situation like? It must be very hard to do this kind of work." I continued to ask. She said she used to work on an assembly line in a factory, operating like a machine every day. After saying that, she stopped and twisted her arm, indicating the after-effects of working in the factory. Maybe she also opened up, and then she introduced herself as being from Yibin, Sichuan. Her parents used to quarrel and fight when she was young, and no one took care of her. As she spoke, I suddenly felt a drop of water on my back, still warm. I sat up and found that she was crying. I was at a loss, and she quickly wiped her eyes with her hand, apologizing, "Sorry, boss, lie down again, and I'll massage your legs." Then she continued, "You know, life goes by so fast, and it's gone in the blink of an eye. My mom got meningitis two months ago, and she was gone in two weeks. I used to tell my mom to let me take care of her, but she wouldn't let me. I know she's stubborn."
She spoke in a plain and simple manner, as if she was telling me a story, and yet it seemed like she was talking to herself. I just felt that the hands tapping on me had lost their strength. I thought of a saying, that happy people always have the same happiness, while unhappy people all have different misfortunes. If she was acting for me, then I can only say she acted too well. Besides, would a masseuse joke about her own mother? I don't believe it. I sat up. I gave her a hug. I said, "So you have to live well, live happily. That way your parents will be at ease." It's such a cliché, I felt like I should quickly take out a few hundred bucks from my pocket to comfort her. Hesitating, I saw her bowing her head in silence...
She walked me out of the room, and the lights brightened. I looked at her profile, her mouth slightly upturned, her slender neck like a white lotus root. The deep cleavage made me daydream involuntarily. "You're really beautiful," I couldn't help but say as we walked. She smiled, lightly tapping me.
We reached the end of the corridor, and she pointed to the door around the corner, saying, "You can rest once you go out." She waved at me, "Goodbye, boss." Then she turned and left gracefully.
I was stunned, and then it hit me. She looks like Gui Lunmei. That kind of fresh and natural vibe. I called out to her, "What's your name?" She turned around and smiled at me. "I'm Luo Qian."
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