The underground nightclub is an excellent prank place in the center of new york. Especially those with money, because only customers with heavy wallets and smart VIP members are welcome here, and they only pay for fun. Of course, grad students like me wouldn't go to these nightclubs if the girl I'm with wasn't part of this.

I got out of the cab, stopped at the entrance of a luxury nightclub, where several big guards put their hands in their trouser pockets, took out their cell phones, told Amelia to come out and pick me up, and waited for a while. A blonde in a black dress showed her plump body, and she jumped in at once, embraced her hair, and at the same time added a big mouthful of fragrance to her cheeks.

"I miss you very much, Kevin. I thought you wouldn't come to me, but every time I ask you, you always avoid it."

Kevin is the English name of a Western friend. Actually, my name is Kevin. It sounds like I am Thai. I came to this Western city because I studied for a master's degree in communication at a university in New York, but just studying made me nervous. So my goal in New York has changed since the first month I came here. There are not only schools, but also many parties and unrestrained girls. Actually, I did it when I was in Thailand. However, when I met a Chinese immigrant friend, they were also attending parties, and their daily life was like in Thailand.

"I told you, I did a project with a friend before the summer vacation, don't you understand?" I asked sweetly, but she smiled.

She knew I was an indifferent person, and if she wanted to drag my hair longer, she would give me up, or I would dump her and bake with the new one at once, and she certainly didn't want to lose me.

Of course, I'm Asian, which seems unlikely to be the Western girl type, but I don't know why I'm so hot among them, maybe because I'm as tall as Western girls. Although their faces are sweet and deep at the same time, which makes their hair sticky, I'm not sure if they are beautiful. I've never missed a prey to eat. I often hear them say that I am interested because I am attractive and sexy.

I don't know how it feels. What I know is that not only Western women are interested in me, but sometimes men propose to me. No. . . It's better for me to propose because they think I'm gay. I was wrong, which is not surprising, for although I am almost 180 cm tall, I am still very thin, although my muscles are tight, and I like to dress neatly, and to those who dress very ordinary, I look the same type.

Even so, I don't want to be with a man. Of course, I refused.

"I see. Is that all you scold?" Said Amelia, thrusting her plump chest into my arm.

"What do I sound like?" I glanced at it, and she smiled and continued to ask. "Can you go in?"

Amelia now realized that I had been standing here too long, and then she came in, whispered I was her friend, and took me to the convenience room.

The electronic music and laughter coming from the entrance made my blood boil, and I wanted to enjoy it. Amelia took me to her girlfriend playing poker and vodka on the sofa in the corner, she introduced me to her friends, and before her friends screamed, she heard my fame.

"Is this Kevin? She is really handsome." Violette, a friend of Amelia's, said. I turned around and smiled at her.

"If you weren't here with my friends, I would invite you to the bathroom," she added. I know what it means to invite you to the bathroom. Fast food, of course.

"Forget it, it's mine," Amelia said, her voice stiffening when her girlfriend said so, triggering laughter from the entire crowd.

"It's just a joke, it's too much. Let's continue to play poker, our strength." Violette hastily changed the subject before her friend grabbed a bottle of vodka and hit her on the head. "You play too, Kevin. It's fun."

I said yes right away. Of course, these girls lied to me to lose to get drunk, I know, but I've been thirsty for weeks. Although getting drunk is not as easy as you think, I am really tired. The more I drank, the higher the social blood in my body, and I began to become colorful, which made Emilia twice as much as before. I kept trying to touch me, and I couldn't stand it. Caressing her in front of her friends many times, but when she was almost under her temptation and she was drunk, I turned my target into her friend.

As I said, I don't care who can't respond to me. I'm going to find a new replacement at once, and that person is Violet sitting opposite me. She has already cast a staring eye on me. Why didn't I know that look was an invitation.

I set my sights on the shape beneath her bright red dress, and licked her lips, enraging Violet, who smiled softly, and put her feet under the table and stroked my legs to prepare me. It was not long before she got up from the table, and all her friends were drunk. I was sober, but when I saw such an opportunity, I chose to seize it before I left.

At the corner of the bathroom, Violet's emaciated hand had been waiting, clutching my neck tightly and kissing me passionately, and I put my hand under her skirt, which she wanted to finish here, but she grabbed mine.

"Not here, we'll see." Finally, I dragged myself to the back door of the nightclub, a narrow, deserted alley that I could only see from the faint glow of old light bulbs.

It would be fun without a huge trash can, but at a time like this, nothing is more important than shoving your body in front of you and I pushing you against the wall. Before you put your hand into the back pocket of your jeans, put your hand into a square plastic pocket and tear it open.

Violet looked at the long milky rubber and laughed.

"Well prepared."

"If you like fun, you know it's safe," I said, suddenly letting Violet take it and loosen the belt with her hand, but when Violet's mobile phone stuck in her chest rang, her mouth made an annoying sound.

She raised her hand, motioned me to be quiet with her mouth, and then answered the phone. I let out a strong sigh when I realized her interlocutor was a boyfriend who called me home.

"I'll be back, an hour, two hours. What? Up front! All right, I'll be right away."

When she hung up, she turned around and smiled at me. I sighed again when I realized it was time for this arena to collapse.

"Sorry, Kevin, I'll make excuses next time," he said, giving me back the condom.

"Let's go, you and I won't have another one." I cut off my lines without feeling, and to put it bluntly, I would be very sad.

Violette pretended to say something, but I was not interested, grabbed the cigarette, locked her up, disappeared inside, and left me alone for a moment.

"Damn it," I whispered, I wanted to have fun, fleeting.

I don't doubt that today is not my day. Go back to the bedroom.

I threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with my feet, and then threw it into the trash can with a condom, but when I saw the shadow of someone sitting on the other side of the trash can, I stopped.

I think this guy must know what I just did, because although I didn't see it, I still heard the sound. But when I saw that his condition was not stable, I was relieved. I suspect this guy is drunk and doesn't know anything.

I threw away what I had in my hand, and my eyes were still fixed on this big man, because the clothes he was wearing were too strange for ordinary people to wear. It was a silver tights that looked like the clothes of Spock, an alien from Star Trek. There is no difference, just color and luster. If I suddenly laugh. He didn't look up to show me.

The dim light shone on his face and made his hair still for a while. For God's sake, this man is so handsome that he can't help but look at his hair that he hasn't seen before. Although he was covered in black, he could not hide his symmetrical face. Its nose and chin line are very sharp, and it looks no different from the Greek goddess.

I squatted down, brushed the hazelnut hair off my forehead, and whispered.

"Hey, are you all right?"

When asked, my eyelids opened slowly, and I was stunned. When I turned around again, I saw a pair of bright gray eyes, which were very beautiful.

This guy. . . Very attractive. This is the so-called sex application.

"Shall I call a taxi? You look drunk."

I guess he is a customer of this nightclub. His appearance must be a model or a rich man's child, but I am not familiar with it, at least it is the VIP here. I must have seen and never heard girls say that it is impossible to be so handsome and be ignored.

He didn't answer, stared, and suddenly coughed a lot.

"Hey, are you all right?" Before my hand touched some kind of liquid seeping from the side of the big body, I quickly held him, just liquid. He also has a stick embroidered on him.

I knew it was a knife right away. This guy must have been beaten.

"I'll call the police right away," I said quickly. I quickly pulled out my hand and tried to reach into my mobile phone to call the police, but when I saw the color of liquid on my hands, I froze.

It's not it's supposed to be red, but it's green. . . It's also light green!

I opened my eyes wide and smelled it fishy, and I was sure it was blood, but with this light green colour, I couldn't help wondering what mischievous aristocratic descendant it was, for these guys were always making fun of it. Especially those who come here for tourism.

"What the hell is this!" I was suddenly upset.

He didn't answer, but put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes... yes..." His tone made me frown.

"What?"

"Let me lay eggs..."

"What!" I asked loudly, not sure if this guy said the same thing I heard.

"Let me lay eggs …" I repeated in a hoarse voice.

Spawn!

I pretended to run, for I thought talking to him was more distracting, but when I got up, the big hands on my shoulders pressed my body closer, and then he pressed his wavy lips against my slender mouth. I also want to stick my tongue in it and let me push this guy out.

"What the hell!"

He didn't answer as usual and didn't ask me to go anywhere. When I left, he lifted himself up and pulled me into another kiss. This kiss is stronger and heavier than the first one. He could hardly wait to put his soft tongue into my mouth. I tried to shake my face off, but it felt as if something had fixed me in a place where I could barely move. For a moment, I felt a round object. Macadamia nut-sized mouth, I tried to push it away, but the other person pushed it in with his tongue until I had to swallow it.

When I swallowed it, the kissing thief ripped my lips open, and I was now awake, and thrust my fist into his collar, ready to slam him.

"What do you think you are doing!"

"Lay eggs..." Said the other, just before the beautiful eyes slowly opened and the big and weak body lay on the ground.

As soon as I saw the handsome, pale, bloodless face, I immediately took my hand off the fellow. The anger just now disappeared, leaving only the shock of suddenly seeing him motionless.

"You... hey, what's wrong with you?" I asked.

He was unmoved, so I plucked up my courage and held out my hand to poke, but the result was the same, and there was no response. To make matters worse, my body was so cold that the lump in my left chest almost exploded. I plucked up my courage. Put trembling fingers near each other's noses.

Mom. . . No breathing!

I bounced at once.

Damn it. Kissing is dead. Damn it, Gwen!

I stood there in panic, turning left and right, not knowing what to do. I wanted to call the police, but I was afraid that if I called the police, I would become the prime suspect in the murder. I just grabbed the handle of his knife. If so, I have no future.

Then selfishness took over me, I took off my clothes, wiped the fingerprints off the hilt of the knife, put on my clothes, rushed into the nightclub and quickly returned to my apartment.

Who will be caught! The man arrested is the murderer, not this man!

6 hours later (9:00 a.m.)

Beat, beat, beat.

"Who is it?"

"Agent Travis from the detective's office, I want to ask you a question."

"What?"

"After the nameless man became a corpse, you are a suspect in the nightclub murder. I want to ask you to go to the police station and talk privately."

"Ah... I don't know which John Doe. Hey! Don't touch me! Let go!"

"You have the right to remain silent because of what you say, we can go against you in court. You have the right to have a lawyer. If you don't have a lawyer, the government will provide it for you. You have the right not to answer any questions. You understand your right to be invited to the police station."

"I don't understand anything! I don't know! Let go!"

Pip!

I pressed the remote control and turned off a famous TV show that was playing on TV, starring the handsome young detective Travis, and I kept spinning my fingers around my eyebrows. Why is this series released at the time of the incident I experienced last night? I don't know, people are more worried about having cops coming to me, like that stupid fat guy in this series.

As I stood up and walked up and down the room, I remembered a big man falling down. Then, when I came back from the nightclub at 3:00 a.m. and curled up in my apartment, I was constantly experiencing her femoral head syndrome. I don't know what to do, I'll call the police, I'm afraid I'll be out of luck, because I'm the last one with the body, but I can't keep silent.

Dead people are just around the corner! How can you act like nothing happened!

I pressed the remote again, turned on the TV, changed the channel, found the news channel, and my face popped up. I was looking for news all night, because I wanted to know if anyone found the guy's body? But there has been no news. Even a news, I can't help but find it strange that no one found his body, which was a few hours ago. At least there are nightclub employees. Or the cleaner takes out the garbage behind the store.

Hmm. . . Or they have found the body, but the police don't let them know, but if the police find the body, then it is now the stage of looking for the murderer.

All I can think about is that I put my finger on my nails, and then when the mobile phone on the sofa rings, I get a fright. I reached out and grabbed it again, looked at the name of the person on the screen of my mobile phone, and then pressed it nervously.

"Say,"

How could you leave me last night and then run away and let me sleep there until morning. ] Too mean.

Amelia wrinkled her hair with his cloudy voice, and she suddenly appeared.

"You were drunk and I was tired, so I came back."

Weren't you fighting with someone when I was drunk?

Amelia made me twice as angry. When she said this, I knew she was suspicious, but is it time to bother me now?

"If you don't believe it, then don't bother!" I raised my voice a little according to my mood.

The other party paused first, followed by a sweet impromptu performance.

I'm just asking why you're angry, don't be angry. You know I like you very much, so I'm natural. Excuse me, Kevin, do you want anything special? I'll buy the ransom. ]

She always seduced me with such things, but to be honest, I never asked her to buy anything unless she bought it herself.

"Forget it," I answered immediately, not wanting to go on, but Amelia kept talking.

See me now, and I will fully support you.

You're talking about sex.

"No, I have a headache today. I want to have a rest." I refused almost without thinking. If it was normal time, I would not hesitate to answer her.

[Not feeling well? Shall I go to my room? ] She proposed.

"Tell me not to leave me alone and don't bother me until I contact you."

[Wait, Kevin, but I want to see. . . Tude, Tude]

Ignoring Amelia's cry, I suddenly sat down on the sofa and pulled me for a moment, upset. It suddenly occurred to me that Amelia had just called me and had no reaction to what happened to me last night, which made me want to call her back again.

"Amelia"

[Calling me back so I could come to you] She, in her tone,

"No, I have a question to ask."

[What]

"It's like..." I was silent for a moment, trying to say something to Amelia, but I didn't know what I had to do with that man's death.

[What] Amelia made me blurt out.

"You know what's weird when you come out at a nightclub?"

[What's weird]

"It's like... a terrible or shocking thing," I said, and Amelia was silent for a moment before replying.

No, the only bad thing that happened to me was when I woke up and saw you run away. ]

I breathed a sigh of relief to hear this. If Amelia was at the crime scene until morning, no one found the body.

[Strange question. What can I do for you? Shall I go to the room? ]

She's back. You wanted to come to me.

"No," finally, I cut out the lines and cut out the lines again.

I have to wait. Maybe there will be news soon.

10 hours later (1 pm)

I still sat on the sofa, staring at the news reports on the TV screen. It didn't take long for the news coverage to end, and there was no more news that I had been waiting for. I sighed a long sigh, relieved not to see it. Or sigh that you don't know your destiny.

I changed another channel, found the news program, then stopped on one channel and leaned listlessly on the sofa. I'm not surprised why I died like I went back to my room last night. I didn't even sleep or eat for a nap. I've been nervous and I haven't done anything. Now I'm starting to have a headache, a hangover from last night. And nervous headaches.

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples back and forth, hoping to relieve the pain, but I didn't. Besides not relieving it, there would be nausea complications, and then I decided to get up and take painkillers. But the label on the white medicine bottle said after dinner, so I had to open the refrigerator and stuff into my stomach.

I sat in my chair, ready to put the remaining half-box of spaghetti into my mouth, but when it opened it tasted like it was in my nose. It smelled like spaghetti, but I didn't know why I found it disgusting, and I had to turn around and cough for a while, and I pulled myself together again, held my breath and put it in my mouth. The nausea grew worse as I put the spaghetti into my mouth, and I had to put my fork down, rush to the sink, and suddenly spit it out.

When I got back to normal, I walked back, tossed that box of spaghetti into the trash, spit painkillers down my throat, whatever I needed, and then I went back to the living room, in a state of listlessness.

For God's sake. . . It's too stressful.