Doomsday Wonderland

In the middle of the night, she was wearing pajamas and slippers, sitting on the side of the road like a madman, and suddenly stopped a girl to ask questions. How could the other girl not be wary?

...The girl didn't answer a word and hurried away under the protection of her colleagues. Naturally, it was reasonable.

Deng Yilan sighed secretly in her heart and opened the door of Room 203.

The girl still had to go to work the next day. As long as she continued to wait at Tongdi Pier tomorrow morning, she would definitely be able to meet him again. As for today, let’s rest in this small hotel for one night.

She set an alarm on her phone and couldn't muster the energy to look for any secret camera in the room, so she put on her clothes and got under the quilt. The afternoon after receiving the phone call from the injured woman was like a nightmare rolling over and over in her mind; she tossed and turned for a while, feeling thirsty but not sleepy, so she got up again. She looked at the kettle and remembered that she had seen rumors of someone using a hotel kettle to boil underwear to disinfect them.

forget it.

There seemed to be a bottled water seller at the front desk. Deng Yilan didn't use her phone, but just picked up her wallet and room card and walked out. When she came to the stairs, she heard a conversation floating up from downstairs.

"...Yes, yes, she was only wearing pajamas. It's weird." The middle-aged woman who checked her in just now became surprisingly gentle and said, "I went in more than half an hour ago. She may have fallen asleep." ”

It's talking about her.

Deng Yilan's palms suddenly became sweaty and she could hardly hold her wallet. She craned her neck to look down, but she could only see a few pairs of feet, all of them men's, wearing similar black leather shoes. She looked back at the corridor, took off her slippers, and slowly backed away in the direction of the "emergency exit" with her ears straightened.

"What's the room number?" a man's voice asked.

"203." The middle-aged woman replied immediately, and then asked: "How about I take you to open the door now?"

"Well, let's go."

Deng Yilan's heart skipped a beat and she ran away. Fortunately, she came out in time. She would have been stuck in the room for another half minute at night. When she opened the fire door and ducked into the corridor, a few people walked up to the stairs at the other end. A shadow - with a glance from the corner of her eye, she recognized the middle-aged man in charge of Han Jun's case.

Why come to her? How did they know they were looking for someone at this hotel?

In order to avoid making any noise, Deng Yilan slowly closed the door and put on her slippers. Her hands and feet were weak in panic for no reason. It would be nice if Han Jun was here... They had promised to live together, but suddenly she was left alone. No one in the world knew how confused and scared she was now. She wanted to ask what was going on, but there was no one who could ask.

She climbed out of the back window on the first floor of the hotel. After a long day, she was tired and sleepy. She fell asleep while sitting in an all-night fast food restaurant. When she was awakened by the gradually noisy voices, she momentarily forgot where she was and almost called out "husband" as usual.

In a fit of excitement, Deng Yilan clutched the edge of the table tightly, as if she was afraid of falling. She blinked, and the memories of yesterday gradually came back.

what time is it?

She hurriedly looked at the clock on the wall, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached for her purse and was about to go out - it was already half past eight, and if the girl had come early last night, she might have already gone to work at Tongdi Pier. However, her grasp was empty. She was stunned and looked at the table, but she didn't see her wallet.

Not on the ground either.

Deng Yilan hurriedly looked around. The restaurant staff on night duty had already left. People coming and going to buy breakfast all had indifferent faces. The world was running according to its usual routine, not caring that someone quietly stole a single woman's wallet while she was sleeping. She didn't even know when that happened.

It was as if the world suddenly had a mission, which was to see when the last straw would break her spine.

…They didn’t know that it was still early in the day.

Through blurred tears, Deng Yilan opened her eyes hard and looked carefully at every dock employee who came by. She should still have time. After all, the girl worked overtime until after twelve o'clock last night, and may go to work later today... She looked at it, and a figure in the distance suddenly stopped, as if he was surprised when he saw her. .

"Hello," Deng Yilan hurried up and called out. She knew she had to act normal now so as not to scare the girl away again. The morning sun shines on her wrinkled pajamas and her face with red marks pressed by her arms. Her eyes can't stop crying, and her facial muscles have to force a smile - what does it mean to be normal? She has forgotten.

The girl last night was about to hide away, but when she looked up and saw the look on her face, she stopped moving. The girl took a step back, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked in a low voice: "Are you his wife...?"

Deng Yilan couldn't say a word and could only nod.

The girl was about to speak, but something suddenly stopped her from thinking. She changed her words and said, "I don't know anything... I still have to work here, so you can leave."

"Wait a minute," Deng Yilan called her hastily. Seeing that she kept walking, she could only follow her in a hurry, shouting as she ran: "Wait a minute! Please, look, this is my wedding ring."

The girl glanced at her finger.

"We met on a blind date. It's not romantic at all. We didn't even propose... After discussing and getting the certificate, we have completed the task." Deng Yilan felt that she was probably more crazy than a lunatic now, but she couldn't stop talking. The words and tears burst out together: "But one day after the wedding, when I was putting on my coat and going out, I touched my pocket and found this ring. He was embarrassed to give it to me in person, and maybe he thought it was weird to give rings to each other, so he threw it away from me. It was in my pocket. After I wore it for a week, he asked me, 'Where is my ring? When I went out, people thought I was not married.'"

Outsiders must think this is a boring trivial matter, but Deng Yilan was breathless when talking about it. "I, my husband is this kind of person," she was so anxious that she even hiccupped, "if - if I could see him again -"

The girl stopped suddenly, waved her hand to her colleague in the distance to indicate that she was fine, and turned to Deng Yilan.

"I will only say this once. Even if you ask me to testify or something in the future, I will never go." She lowered her voice, her tone was tight and thin, and refused to look at Deng Yilan, just staring at her toes. "I have met him. I invited him to the warehouse behind the office and told me that it was a VIP channel. I felt strange at the time, but I still went to call him. He said he was waiting for someone and refused to follow me. Let’s go. The manager said he must go to see Mr. Peng, and a few security guards I didn’t recognize took him away.”

The girl had obviously been chewing this sentence over and over again in her mind. Even though she was scared, she seemed to be waiting to say it out loud. She turned pale and whispered: "I thought at that time that Mr. Peng's guests must be very important, so I poured the tea and prepared to take it in. Then...then...I heard it at the door."

Deng Yilan stood in the salty sea breeze and the sunshine at nine o'clock in the morning, listening to her say: "At that time... I heard them inside... beating people. I quickly brought tea out again... Later , I didn’t see him come out later. Maybe I missed it... I don’t know where he went after that.”

None of this is right.

Deng Yilan asked in a daze: "Is there a woman? One who is about this tall..."

"No." The girl shook her head, looking like she no longer wanted to have anything to do with her, turned around and hurried away.

The world is becoming more and more unreasonable, and Deng Yilan feels more and more like she is in a dream. The examination report said that his head was broken with a blunt instrument, but - yes, Han Jun was indeed beaten before his death. When she glanced at the bushes, she clearly jumped out: bruises and swelling, a face with deformed features... When she touched it, the plastic bag was still wet, hard, and cold, like ...just like frozen fish just taken out of the freezer.

Her husband is now compared to a frozen fish, but she doesn't know why.

The next step was clear. She had to meet the man named Peng. Han Jun's body was not found until the 10th... What happened in the intervening days?

Deng Yilan is neither angry nor sad now. She is only thinking about how she will meet Mr. Peng and what she will say when he meets her. She stood outside Tongdi Pier and thought for a while, even when a cruise ship docked. The sound of the whistle failed to regain her attention. An unknown number of tourists poured out from behind the gate, dragging suitcases and carrying backpacks. Their faces were all red from the sun, and they were full of relief and excitement left over from the holidays.

A girl took out her mobile phone with an expressionless face.

"Hello?" She is about 1.6 meters tall, reading a book www. uukaｎshu. ｎet I was empty-handed and alone. I didn’t look like a tourist, but I did walk out among the tourists. Because she had an indescribable temperament, Deng Yilan's eyes swept across her body, but his thoughts did not linger.

"Yes, I'm getting off the boat. No," the girl said into the phone, not sure whether she was angry, frustrated, or both. "We've arrived on the high seas and still can't make contact. Not only your communicator, I've tried mine as well, but none of them can send out messages. It seems to have nothing to do with whether there is an Internet connection... It's a waste of time. A few days.”

She quickly walked past. Deng Yilan didn't hear what she said next clearly, and she had no time to think about the conversation between passers-by. Someone knocked on her shoulder from behind, and when she turned around, she saw an unfamiliar face.

"You are a younger brother and sister, right?" The man smiled at her and raised his glasses. "I remember Han Jun showed me your wedding photos... Yes, I know him. Oh, my surname is Peng, Han Jun may have mentioned me at home? Come, come and sit with me... Why are you dressed like this? dress up?"

The distance between Nuyue and Deng Yilan became wider and wider. Neither knew that the person they just passed by was inextricably linked to them, but they would never see each other again.