White City Murder Expo

When I opened my eyes I saw Hunter sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, brushing his hair, offended by his new clothes, the smell of lemon soap, and the wet red hair peeking out from under the towel.

I feel like it's kinda, kinda, kinda- I don't know how to put it, why does he just take a shower and sit here and brush that goddamn hair like me and him are a fucking couple?How dare he?If I had a revolver in my hand, I'd pull the trigger half a dozen times until he smashed his fingers and skull, but I don't.All I had was a heavy head and the inevitable moan that escaped between my teeth as I rolled over.He turned his head and draped the towel over his shoulders.

"Wake up?" he said. "You just fainted out of nowhere. It gave me a fright. That's flattering me too."

When I heard this, my eyes went dark.I painfully pulled up the quilt to cover my head, and smelled the mint and lemon smell, which was exactly the same as Hunter's body and his mouth, so I didn't realize it—or I actually knew it, just Just now it dawns on me that I'm lying in someone else's bed, Hunter, my neighbor, the man who put his dick up my ass after a fight with me - I don't want to say I was raped, this Words seem to make me weak.It was impossible for me to call the police, not to mention that the servants would only laugh at me behind my back, and I was afraid they would scrape my own spirit off my legs.Speaking of this incident, I also feel very surprised, and I feel very uncomfortable.Why, am I such a bitch?

"Hello, Sue." I heard Hunter's voice through the quilt.

"Go away," I said, "don't call me by my name."

"Okay, Sue, don't be like this. Obviously you also ejaculated, why do you act like I'm bullying you now, I pushed a salon for you, and there is no time to send the painting. By the way, you sleep It's been long enough, I touched under your nose several times."

He lifted the quilt, revealing my depressed and annoyed face, I stared at him with hateful eyes, but he laughed out loud, rummaged through the bedside table, took out a pack of cigarettes, and dialed Open the lid and pass it to me.

I slowly rolled my eyes to look at Yan and then at him. Yan is a good cigarette.A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the lid of the box, and there were not many sticks left inside.His expression is that of a shallow young man who has always been indifferent and has never suffered.

I got up on the bed, half lying on the head of the bed, and accidentally pressed my buttocks, so nervous that my hairs stood up, but there was no pain as imagined, just a strange feeling of fullness, which made me consciously conscious It's about making love, not getting hurt.Regardless, the stuff he used for lubrication did the job it should.I hesitated, took a cigarette from the case, put it in my mouth, and reached out to him.He handed me a box of matches, and I struck a match with my hands to light a cigarette, shook it out, and put it on the bedside table.He put the cigarette case and the remaining matches back in the drawer as they were.

Look at you, I thought numbly, you still took his cigarette, isn't this just what you want?However, it seems that apart from killing him, I really have nothing to do with him.

Ugh.

I took a puff of the cigarette, held the cigarette between my fingers, and couldn't help sighing, the smoke escaped from the corner of my mouth and melted in the air.Hunter looked at me, and suddenly leaned forward, took half of the gray smoke in his mouth, and then took my lips, and even squeezed his tongue in.

I frowned for a while, couldn't help pushing him, turned my head away, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and knocked the cigarette ash on the table.

"Is there any water?" I asked.My voice sounded muffled and a little hoarse.

He went to pour a glass of warm lemonade.

I took a few sips from the cup, and he said that I drank water as if I was drinking, but I ignored him, and his face became a little ugly.

I said, "Me and you, and about Butcher, don't tell anyone else."

"What?" he said.I know he heard it.

"...what's wrong with you, man," he said, "you don't look in the mirror. Does it do me any good to tell?"

What he said was harsh to me, and we both had a straight face and didn't say a word.Suddenly, the lamb outside the door screamed, followed by a knock on the door.

Hunter stood up without saying a word, and went out to open the door.When he closed the bedroom door, I hurriedly got off the bed, stood by the door, looked out through the crack of the door, and saw a man in police uniform standing outside the door.My heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, hello," said the policeman, who I recognized as the notoriously loud voice in town when he opened his mouth, "I'm here to investigate a disappearance, but it doesn't really have much to do with you, so don't be nervous. "

Hunter said something, I didn't catch it.

"By the way, do you know where your neighbor went?"

Hunter was silent for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction of the bedroom. I hurriedly closed the door, and heard him say through the door: "He's not at home? Then I don't know. I don't know Mr. Sedes well."

I couldn't hear what happened next.About ten minutes later, Hunter came back to the room.Seeing me leaning against the door frame with a cigarette in my mouth, I raised my eyebrows.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"The note asked me if I ever saw a black girl come in or out of your house."

"Oh," I said, my palms got wet instantly, but I tried my best to pretend to ask casually, "then what did you say?"

Hunter said with a smile, "I'll tell you next time you come to my house."

I flicked cigarette ash on the toe of his shoe and pushed him away.The lamb followed at my feet, wagging its tail happily, and the innocent eyes of the animal made people angry and unable to get angry.

"If I come to your house next time, I will bring a gun."

I say.

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