The Slag Gong wants to Kill me

I know bamboo horses can't come out.

That villa area was very remote, so remote that there was no signal. After all, it was a place for honeymoon vacations, and we didn't want anyone to disturb. At that time, my husband and I were there for almost a month without contacting the outside world.

My husband probably didn't expect this place to be a wonderful killing place for corpses.

However, he should have fallen into a permanent sleep. It is time to draw a cross for him. Maybe he was moldy when he was discovered by the police. After all, it was such hot weather. I thought I couldn't hide the smile in the corner of my mouth. Say it. I noticed from the car window that the corner of my mouth rose upwards and the arc became larger. I took a deep breath and squeezed my excitement.

I should find a route to avoid surveillance along the road, and find someone to do my proof of absence. I quickly thought of my editor friend B. I called to ask him about the movie. He was very pleased to invite me to his house for tea.

I'm familiar with the route in this area. I soon drove to edit friend B's community. He stood at the gate of the community and waited for me. He told me that he was afraid I couldn't find a place. B took me to their home. He seemed very happy. Usually, his cadence was the cadence of a normal adult. Now he obviously slowed down and his words began to increase.

I told him I was here to talk to him about the movie.

B pretended to be surprised, "Oh", he said, "The movie is very popular, after all, it is based on the novel you wrote."

"... Ah, right?" I replied, "Then my husband must be very happy, he has been worrying about the company before."

B's footsteps paused, and he turned to look at me. He asked, "Does your husband really worry about the company's affairs or is he annoyed by his junior?"

I shook my head in silence. He should think I mean don't know. Actually, I was thinking that my husband would never worry again. He could smile at Jiuquan.

My editor friend stood there, and he called my name softly and said, "If you don't want to believe it, I ... can't help it. However, I will wait."

He smiled bitterly and said, "What is it for you to wait another ten years?"

"... Hello nausea," I said.

He chuckled and said, "Maybe."