My Unique Hostess

Every day, patrolling in the smoky nightclub, watching the rich rich people play wantonly. I was like a housekeeping dog who, for the sake of living, sold his labor while watching others live to vent their excess energy. I think I am decadent, or rather, I am.

I was afraid to meet my classmates or former colleagues in the crowd, afraid to meet all the people I knew.

The open-minded young lady even danced a close-fitting dance with me. Normally, I could only lean against the wall and watch the ladies and guests happily dancing under the colorful lights. Unexpectedly, I also had this one time. I forgot myself and started dancing happily with the ladies.

"Humph!" What wine is better than Erguotou? "

The food and drinks in nightclubs would usually sell for N times more than the ones outside, with N being more than five times more expensive. I drank half a bottle of Erguotou, said the wine into the intestines to worry more, I was drinking more and more silly. Looking at the people in the nightclub, everyone had a lonely smile on their face. Was that really a smile?

A beautiful woman on the left side of the bar attracted me so much that I couldn't see her face, her long hair covering it, but what attracted me was the gold necklace around her neck, the purse she'd taken out of her Prada purse when she paid, the bank cards in it, and a stack of red Renminbi, the ring necklace worn by rich people like this, that must have been a luxury. I suddenly had the urge to rob the rich and the poor to help me. Why were there people that were so rich?

What I need is twenty thousand dollars! I want twenty thousand dollars for my father. I dare not imagine my father in his fifties kneeling in front of the gate of his relatives on the busy street! I would rather kneel than him! When I think about it, I wish I had never been born in this world. The beautiful woman wearing the necklace seemed to be in a bad mood. She propped her forehead with her hands and drank quite a bit of wine. Finally, she was about to leave.

I want to follow her! I'm going to rob her tonight. I jumped down from the bar chair. The security colleague who gave me the note just now stuffed a piece of paper in the same delicate handwriting: You really don't want to give me face? The same beautiful woman who gave you the note.

Humph! Beautiful women. I have long hated beauties! Beauties were like colorful poisonous snakes, while beauties were poisonous. After ripping off the slip of paper, my security colleague looked at me in astonishment. I patted him on the shoulder and said, "You better not tell this woman who writes the note that I'm a security guard here. Otherwise, I'll be disappointed." If the beauty who wrote this note knew that I am just a little security guard for Door to Heaven, do you think she would ask me out? After so many days of standing at Door to Heaven in my security uniform and big gray hat, which lady had ever looked at me before?

I followed the jeweled girl out of the nightclub, but instead of walking down the street, she went into an alley. God help me. The narrow alleyway was dark and deserted. The shadows cast by the dim street lamps were long and slanted, sinister and terrifying.

I walked with one foot high and one foot low. My eyes were filled with things that were swaying about. He must not fall drunk at this time. The girl in front of him had long hair, a graceful figure, long legs and thin waist. She wore a pair of blood-red high-heeled shoes, and she twisted and turned as she walked. I woke up half of my drink at once, shook my head hard, swept away the rest of my lethargy, and braced myself.

I thought I was a wolf, and I quickened my pace, though, of course, I tried not to make a sound and tiptoe to keep from being discovered by the woman in front of me. When I wasn't far from her, I slowed down again, moving at the same pace as she did. Fortunately, the sound of her footsteps was loud enough to drown out my heartbeat and the sound of my breathing. I began to look at the girl from all angles. She looked first at the right side of her face, a beautiful face, reddened slightly by the dim light of the street lamps, the long hair of her cape covering the left side of her face.

She was clearly breathing quickly and nervously, perhaps because she was afraid of me on the night walk, or perhaps because she found out I was following her.

The location of the crime was very important. First, there couldn't be anyone nearby, because if she shouted, I would be caught and shot, and secondly, I would have to be black. Otherwise, if I was recognized by her, there would be only two options left for me: either to kill her or to be shot. Thinking about the shooting, I trembled for a moment. I heard that many provinces in the country had cancelled the shooting and switched to euthanasia. I didn't know if my province had cancelled the shooting or not. But if I was caught and died, it would be fine. The Assembly would draw a cross and stand on the bus, and my father would be paralyzed if he didn't die of anger.

However, thinking about how my father was humiliated by 20,000 yuan, I resolutely made the decision to rob him.

Of course, the means used to commit the crime were also very important. I could knock her out with a punch and then snatch her purse and necklace and jewelry? He might as well use something to strangle her, or he might even knock her out. If he didn't use a proper technique, his life would be in danger. With so much indecision in my mind, I had to follow her, but unfortunately the path grew brighter and I became less and less bold.

All of a sudden, the world in front of him opened up, and people began to gather around him. We came to a bustling business district. Damn it! If only I had known earlier, I would have attacked. He could only continue to follow her.

In order not to let her find me and lose her, I tried to keep my distance from her. I kept my sharp eyes on her through the crowd, and saw her long hair fluttering in the crowd, and she was so beautiful that at that moment I felt a strange throbbing in my heart.

Just as I reached the intersection, I saw a policeman standing by the side of the road. It gave me a start. I was so nervous that I was afraid the police would see that I was a hooligan with a tendency to commit adultery. If he catches me, I'm in the criminal preparation phase and should be dealt with in an attempt. Under a certain article, I'll be sentenced to at least three to ten years. The attempted robbery was even more serious.

So I tried to be calm and to look around, to look idle and idle, but in fact I was trembling all over. As I approached the policeman, I didn't even dare to lift my head, hoping to get away with it.

"Comrade, stop." The policeman suddenly pointed at me.

"Did you hear that? I told you to stop." I pretended to call out to an unlucky fellow who was dressed like a hooligan. "Uncle police officer told you to stop."

"Fuck you! You're the one who's being yelled at!" The hooligan scolded me.

"Comrade Police, why are you scolding me?" "No," I said.

"It's none of your business. Go, I'm calling him." The police insisted on letting the hooligan go and leaving me behind.

"Comrade, I'm a good citizen. You can't arrest me." I shuddered and thought I was done for. I was going to be shot.

"Take out your ID card."

"Here you are. "You see, I'm a good person. How handsome is this photo? How can a bad person be as handsome as me?"

"Cut the crap, do you know what mistakes you have made?"

I thought to myself, could it be that he really saw that I was a robber? No matter what, I couldn't admit it, so I played dumb. "I didn't make a mistake, you are wrongly accusing me."

"The people's police will not wrongly accuse people! "Let me tell you, you just ran a red light!"

When I heard this, I finally let out a sigh of relief. "Isn't it just a red light? Who cares? Come, come, why don't you smoke a cigarette?"