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  It suddenly occurred to me that this guy was Dr. Zhu, who had told me a lot about the risks of surgery. I quickly put on a smile and waited for him to come over before answering in a low voice: "Yes, recently friends have been getting sick one after another. This is my uncle's daughter, dy. She just got back from Canada and fell ill."

  "Oh, it's heavily polluted now. Most people can't adapt when they come back from abroad. Are you asleep?"

  "I still lowered my voice and said, 'Yes, just returned to the country, the time difference has not been reversed yet. Oh, right, Li Haibo's illness really troubled you, one day when you have time, let's invite him to dinner together. However, I need to send her home first, bye for now.'"

  I bid farewell to Dr. Zhu and let out a long sigh of relief.

  People are such animals, living in a pile of assumptions and preconceptions. As long as you subtly guide them, they will follow your train of thought - for example, I deliberately lowered my voice at the beginning, with the intention of creating an impression that the person sitting in the wheelchair was asleep before Dr. Zhu noticed Xiao Luqi. Then he followed this line of thinking and made his own judgment, deeply convinced of it. Those who can guide others' thoughts are all strong people, from Liu Qian to Ma Yun, none are exceptions.

  I pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital, and nothing else made me feel annoyed. I gave the pack of cigarettes I just bought to the security guard and asked him to help me hail a taxi. I took the opportunity to quietly burn off the nylon rope tied to Xiao Lü Qi, crumpled it into a ball in my palm, and hid it in my pocket. When the car door opened, I carried her into the car and got in myself, holding her with one hand and closing the car door with the other, saying to the security guard, "Uncle, can you help me return this wheelchair?" The security guard took the pack of cigarettes, beaming with joy and nodding repeatedly.

  All these were within my plan - if I carried Xiao Luqi onto the car and then got off to push the wheelchair, her body would be slumped on the seat. The driver would definitely notice. Because even if someone is sleeping sitting up, once they slump over, they will definitely wake up. If they fall straight down and still don't wake up, it's either because they've been drugged or given an anaesthetic. The driver would definitely come looking for me.

  So far so good. I couldn't help but feel a thrill in my heart, feeling like Arsene Lupin or Kid Phantom, with a born-to-be-a-criminal mind.

  But just as the car started moving, I had a feeling of being stared at by someone.

  I turned to look at Xiao Luqi. She was really asleep. I leaned her head over, resting it on my shoulder. My hand reached out and wrapped around her shoulders, a sense of happiness rising from the pit of my stomach.

  I directed the driver to drive to the back door of the residential area. This door faces a small road, and there are usually few people coming and going. After getting out of the car, I saw off the driver and carried Xiao Luqi on my back back home.

  I don't dare put her on the bed... after all, it's where I sleep. Can only temporarily place her on the sofa for now.

  What should I do now?

  Her body had already begun to soften. If they didn't take steps to preserve it soon, her beautiful skin would become a breeding ground for bacteria. Once the tissue fluid started seeping out, it would be too late to do anything about it.

  First, I have to put her in cold storage.

  This idea is evil. To put it bluntly, it's no different from putting meat bought at the market in the refrigerator.

  Okay, I've said it before, but my landlord has always refused to buy me a refrigerator, so since moving in, I haven't cooked at all.

  Now I have no choice but to buy one.

  I took out the bank card with savings and went to Suning for a turn.

  When the delivery guy was moving the refrigerator to my doorstep, I stopped him outside the door: "My girlfriend is at home. She usually dresses very lightly. I'll take care of the rest myself."

  This is the kind of freezer commonly found in small shops that sell snow cones. It's an ordinary refrigerator, with the refrigerated section taking up two-thirds of the space and the freezer drawer not being able to fit a person even if it's pulled out completely. With this kind of freezer, I believe she'll be able to lie down more comfortably.

  It took the strength of nine cows and two tigers to finally move this heavy thing into my home, plug it in, use a plastic brush I bought on the way to scrub it clean, wipe it dry with a towel, put it in the freezer, and then place her, dressed in hospital clothes, inside.

  The temperature is set at minus 9 degrees Celsius. This is the prescribed temperature for preserving corpses in a hospital morgue.

  Actually, there are single-person body freezers sold online. However, I couldn't possibly buy one. Otherwise, the next day would bring a swarm of police sirens and I'd be taken away to a detention center.

  I'm very satisfied with this refrigerator. The door is at the top, the outer layer is a flip-top style, and the lower layer is a sliding glass door.

  All this is nonsense. Anyone who has bought ice cream should have seen this kind of freezer.

  I gazed at her in the icebox, just like a peerless beauty in an icy coffin in a martial arts painting, holy and flawless. I couldn't help but become infatuated.

  The sky had completely darkened. It was only then that I felt hungry, so I first took a bath, then went outside the compound to buy two buns and a bag of soy milk, and came back to sit on my bed to eat.

  The room was silent. The refrigerator on the other side of the wall hummed as it cooled.

  After finishing the bun, I leaned against the headboard and thought about what happened in the afternoon. Why did she come back to life? I looked at her pupils, felt her carotid artery, and there was no sign of life at all. And when she kissed me last time, that warm current emerged from my body and was sucked away by her, what's going on?

  Lost in thought, I fell asleep unintentionally.

  I don't know how long it took, but when I felt a chill in my chest, almost freezing my heart to a standstill, I woke up.

  As soon as I opened my eyes, she was standing beside me with smoke all over her body. Her face was deathly pale, her hair disheveled, and her two eyes staring at me like black holes. One of her hands was pressed against my chest.

  I was so scared that I lost my soul and involuntarily let out a loud cry: "Ahhhhh!"

  She seemed to have completely ignored the shout, her face expressionless, and her body didn't move at all.

  What do you want to do?

  Her hand moved upwards, her movements extremely mechanical.

  I didn't dare move, letting her hands pin down my head. She leaned in closer, her face getting nearer and nearer to mine, the two empty eyes growing larger and larger before me...

  Once again, her mouth covered mine.

  Like before, a huge suction force came. This time I didn't even have the will to struggle, and let her suck like this. Until almost suffocating, the hot air in the lower abdomen came out again, and was sucked away by her.

  As soon as the hot air entered her mouth, she closed her eyes and fell down. However, this time she fell straight down on my stomach - her body had been frozen by the low temperature of the ice cabinet like an ice block... no wonder it was emitting cold air.

  She sucked out this hot air from me, and my whole body felt cold, I had two chills, and my eyes went black for a moment. But nothing serious happened. Looking at this strange beauty, I really didn't know what to do.

  After confirming that she no longer had any abnormal movements, I moved her back to the cold storage. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my face and calm down. Returning to the bedroom, I opened the computer and searched online for a while, wanting to find out what was going on. However, there were no answers at all.

  According to Taoist teachings, humans have "qi" or "chi". My mom was once obsessed with qigong for a while when I was in elementary school, around 1993. It was called "Xiang Gong" (Fragrance Qigong). Legend has it that if you practice it to a certain level, your body can emit fragrant scents. I still remember the book on Xiang Gong had many photos of the master with halos and glows on his head and body in special places like temples and Taoist monasteries. Of course, back then there was no Photoshop. Now, I can create dozens of such photos in one night. I've always been skeptical about this sort of thing.

  However, at this moment I remembered a method written in the latter part of that book called "transforming essence into energy". The general idea is that when you have ***, using a special breathing method and meditation technique, you can transform your "essence" into "energy", which exists in your dantian.

  Could it be that I, a thousand-year-old old bachelor, have unintentionally transformed the "essence" that has been suppressed and cannot be released into "qi"?

  I thought of the trash can placed at the head of the bed and the increasing number of paper towels inside it every day, and immediately denied this idea.

  But anyway, this thing really happened. What should I do? In just one afternoon and evening, I've been sucked twice by her. If it's like this every day, can my body hold on?

  My head is big. This kind of thing has already exceeded the category of my understanding ability, and I'm afraid it's hard to think clearly for a while. Anyway, since things have come to this point, let's just do it this way for now. I got up and locked the bedroom door, took a mop and leaned it against the handrail, then came back to lie down on the bed.

  It's time for routine work.

  The biggest problem for single men is right here. At this age of vigor and vitality, when that desire arises, it's impossible to fall asleep without relieving oneself. Sometimes, the feeling can be like ants crawling on the spine, with a numbness all over the vertebrae.

  To ensure sleep, I have had a habit of masturbating almost every day since high school, and I have persisted for ten whole years.

  However, today I don't know why, from Aya Hirano to Takeru Satoh, from Akina Minami to Maria Ozawa, it's still so limp and listless.

  Maybe it's because I've experienced too many terrifying events today that I'm so unenthusiastic?

  A wave of fatigue came over me and I sank back into a dreamland.

  The next morning when I woke up, I was covered in cold sweat.

  I was awakened by a nightmare. In the dream, I was reported and testified against, and Police Uncle sent me a pair of shiny handcuffs and arranged for a special car to take me on vacation to Shanghai's famous 803 Resort. As soon as I entered the resort, I was shaved bald, then held up a sign and took several souvenir photos, led into a single room, warm light shining, all kinds of interrogation came pouring in like a spring breeze.

  Although I'm using a large refrigerator, who says you can't fit a beautiful woman with a flexible bone in it?