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"Xiaolin, what's wrong? You look so pale," Brother Biao asked as I stumbled down the stairs, lost in thought.
"It's nothing, just a bit dizzy. I'll be fine in a moment," I replied dismissively.
"You didn't really run into... something, did you?" Brother Biao hesitated to say the word "ghost."
Damn it, I have to find that "ghost."
I didn't understand why I felt this way; it was as if something precious had been snatched away from me by "him."
I had been feeling off for several days, and Sister Hong noticed.
She asked with concern if something had happened, and I stammered, "It's nothing, just a bit of a cold."
I also worried: Would Sister Hong discover that I had been in her bedroom? If she found out about her secrets, what would she think? Would she fire me without a second thought?
Sister Hong cared for me: "Work's over; don't just stay cooped up in the shop. Come with me to take care of some things; it’ll be good to get some fresh air."
I remained silent and obediently followed her into her red BMW Mini.
Sister Hong occasionally glanced at me through the rearview mirror, as if sensing something was off.
The car stopped in the parking lot in front of Heavenly Abode, where someone jogged over to help park.
Sister Hong handed me a tote bag, which I took while following closely behind her.
The first floor was a nightclub, with the DJ blaring loudly; we didn’t linger and headed straight for the elevator. A huge man entered with a girl who looked much younger than him, oblivious to anyone else as they embraced and kissed, his hands wandering over her body.
Upon seeing Sister Hong, the man seemed to lose interest in the girl in his arms and leered at her: "Hey there, are you working here too?"
Sister Hong silently shook her head.
But the man grew bolder, sizing up Sister Hong and comparing her to the girl beside him, shamelessly offering, "Hey beautiful, don’t judge by appearances. Money's not an issue; how about 1000 bucks for the night?"
The girl beside him pouted in protest: "Fat Brother, you only gave me 500!"
Seeing that Sister Hong remained unfazed, he reached out to touch her: "No need to act innocent here!"
I couldn't stand it any longer. With lightning speed, I grabbed his right hand by the middle three fingers and applied pressure; he fell to his knees in a sweat: "Y-you dare..."
Sister Hong snapped back from her shock: "Xiaolin, let him go!" Then she turned to the man: "I've told you already; I'm not one of the staff here!"
I released my grip, and the fat man slumped onto the floor.
The elevator reached the third floor; with help from the young girl, he staggered out while Sister Hong and I went up to the top floor.
There was an unmarked room where Sister Hong gestured for me to wait outside. She took the tote bag from my hands and pressed the doorbell before entering.
But after more than ten minutes passed without any sign of her coming out, I began to grow impatient.
I leaned against the door to listen; the soundproofing was too good—I couldn't hear anything at all.
I rang the doorbell, but there was no response from inside. For some reason, a scene from a Japanese adult film I had watched with Brother Biao flashed through my mind: a husband waiting outside the president's office while his wife was... I felt a surge of heat and kicked the door.
To be honest, I didn't even know how much strength I had. The solid wooden door was sturdy, but the lock seemed to be of poor quality. With a loud thud, the door burst open.
The sight inside made my blood boil. A pretty boy was forcefully pressing Sister Hong down on the sofa, and she was struggling desperately. I leaped forward and delivered a fierce kick to the pretty boy's face, instantly leaving him with a blooming nosebleed.
The pretty boy was stunned by my sudden appearance, staring at me in terror, unable to make a sound. I pinned him to the ground, stepping on his head and grinding it down hard. Then I unleashed several punches to his abdomen; he let out a pained wail as liquid oozed from his mouth, both sour and foul.
As the man lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, Sister Hong stopped me: "Alright, don't beat him to death."
Before leaving, Sister Hong straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes and turned to the incapacitated pretty boy: "Water General, this is my cousin who just came from my hometown. He doesn't quite understand the rules; I'm sorry!" Then she grabbed my hand and we left.
Outside, several security guards were present. One tall and thin guard brandished a rubber baton: "Stop! You dare to hit our Water General? You must be tired of living!" He swung the baton at me as he spoke.
Without looking back, I casually kicked out my leg, striking his wrist perfectly. The baton flew from his hand, and it seemed like his arm dislocated as well. No one dared to stop us as we walked past.
Sister Hong didn't go home; instead, we bought some cold dishes, cooked food, and plenty of beer. She didn’t explain anything, and I didn’t ask; we just clinked our glasses and drank.
With can after can of beer downed, I finally lost myself.
Brother Biao had me watching a movie again when suddenly Sister Hong walked in. I hurriedly tried to turn off the screen but couldn’t silence the sound.
I wanted to say it was Brother Biao who had me watching it, but Brother Biao’s figure was still visible on the screen...
Suddenly waking up, my head throbbed painfully. Remembering that I needed water, I felt arms supporting me. The bedside lamp was on; squinting my eyes, I saw Sister Hong lifting a cup from the nightstand and bringing it to my lips: "Honey water, not too hot or too cold."
Who am I? Where am I?
I couldn't find myself anymore. Sister Hong took the empty cup back and waved her hand in front of my face: "Are you dazed? You were full of energy when you were beating people yesterday!"
I hope it's a dream, or am I afraid it is a dream?
Sister Hong turned over and sat up, a warm feeling washing over me. I looked at the clothes on my body; they were all there. Sister Hong smiled at me mischievously, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might take advantage of you while you're drunk?"
I lay back down, pulling the blanket over my head, my face feeling as if it were on fire.
In the morning, I managed to extricate myself from Sister Hong's embrace. I wanted to ask her some things but ultimately held back.
Every day in the shop, we welcomed the deceased and sent others off. Brother Biao and I were busy running around. With just a few days left for on-site services, we needed to help set up the sound system, assemble the Spirit Pavilion, and arrange the ceremonies. We worked until midnight and then crashed wherever the host had arranged for us to rest.
After several funerals, I finally returned to the shop and found myself missing Sister Hong. When she saw me back, she neither looked pleased nor surprised. "Xiao Lin, you've worked hard these past few days. You should rest well," she said.
I felt quite bewildered.
That night, I slept poorly. In a daze, I heard that familiar crying sound—soft and drawn out.
I got out of bed, put on my lightweight training shoes, and slipped on my spiked boxing gloves. I made my way to the door leading to the third floor. Taking out a set of keys (I had quietly made a copy after seeing a set on Sister Hong's desk during my last visit), I quietly unlocked the door.
The crying grew clearer.
I stealthily ascended to the third floor, only to find that the cries were coming from Sister Hong's bedroom. My body was covered in goosebumps; how could Sister Hong not hear this? Was she fainted or just confused?
Standing outside her bedroom door, I suddenly felt that in the quiet of the night, the crying wasn't so terrifying after all.
I twisted the key in my hand and pushed open the door, turning on the light in one fluid motion!
Under the bright light stood a man pressing down on Sister Liu, who was bound at her wrists with something stuffed in her mouth; her muffled cries were coming from her lips.
My brain surged with adrenaline as I yanked the man by his hair and dragged him down. A punch landed on his left ear, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.
I rushed over to untie Sister Hong's wrists and remove whatever was blocking her mouth. I thought she would leap into my arms seeking protection; instead, she clumsily threw on a robe and jumped off the bed to check on the man’s condition before fiercely questioning him, "How did you get in here?"
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