[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

A man of about forty-five, with his unshaven face and dark khaki moose fur coat, stumbled into the office of the Blue Jay Township Police Precinct.

"We found him!" He yelled at the policeman on duty inarticulately, "I didn't expect...it didn't take much effort..." The rain and mud spots on his body were all over the place.

Constable Stritch and his partner, Bess, jumped up at the same time, and a dozing prostitute in the makeshift shift woke up suddenly, thinking it was under an air raid.

"What's going on?" Stritch cried. "Oh man, look at you!" It was the cleaning lady, whom the police were terrified of, whatever misconceptions the outside world had about the makeup of the police department's powers.

Police officer Beth rushed to the cleaning room to bring a mop. The pretentious white-haired young man was squatting at the door of the cleaning room, curled up in a ball, and his hands were handcuffed to the radiator.

Thomas Dick was awakened. He was dreaming that he was performing on behalf of the country in London. The Queen of England was sitting in the audience smiling at him. She didn't look old at all, but she looked a bit like the young Ingrid Bergman—— She beamed at him.

"What happened?" he exclaimed, irritated at being interrupted from his good dreams, and now that he's awake, the awful reality takes hold of him again, thinking he's handcuffed in the police station, and the ass guy The Japanese got the opportunity to perform, and he felt furious.

Sooner or later he will have to pay the price.he thought.Maybe it would be a good idea to send him a box of dead rats if he knew the guy's home address, but wait a minute, he thought, why does it have to be dead?Imagining that guy's apartment (it should be a high-rise apartment, no accident, because he is a bitch who relies on men) being flooded with a lot of rat shit, Thomas laughed happily, and at this moment, the man The commotion caused by the unexpected visitor caught his attention.

"I've found it!" said the man, trembling with excitement, grabbing the nearest Stritch and startling him.

"Uh, well—" he said, "Calm down buddy—are you okay? Need help?" He motioned for Bess to free himself with his eyes, but Bess picked the man off the ground with a mop in one hand. Wallet on the floor.

"Er Buddy?" he called hesitantly. "This guy's a cop—from Stuart."

"Huh?" Bess frowned, "What did you say his name was?"

"I didn't say," said Stritch, "but since you asked, his name is Louie, Louie Smith. Do you know him?"

"Of course," said Bess, "isn't that the poor man who let the murderer get away with it?" He looked at Officer Smith, who dropped his hands and started muttering things like "Bold ass!" This trip was worth it!" and sentences like "See Will? Once you're careless once, the consequences are like this, completely crazy. Hey, hey! Smith, calm down!"

Sergeant Smith grabbed his arm with such force as if his hands were a pair of crab claws.His face turned the color of a pig's liver.

"Listen," he said, "here is the boy! I saw him, how dare he! Staggering up on the stage..."

"What boy is on stage?" Bess asked. "You'll have to make it clearer."

"It's 'the' boy!" squealed Officer Smith, "the guy who tricked us all! He's right there in the theater, on the show! I didn't want to come, my wife insisted...' You gotta try to forget that, Turn the page, Louie' she keeps saying that, but now who's right? I got him!"

The two Blue Jays officers exchanged a look: they both thought Smith was crazy.

"Well, brother," said Stritch, "how about you tell us the details? Do you have someone you can contact to pick you up, like your wife?"

But Smith shook his head. "You don't believe me," he said, "Go and see! That boy is there! I'll never forget his face, Asian, black hair, big round eyes - he talks so kindly Who would have guessed that he was with the murderer? Listen to me!" Seeing that no one believed him, he became anxious, "He's right there! It's the leading actor!"

The two policemen exchanged glances again, and they would be off work in half an hour. It was really unlucky to encounter such a thing.

"Listen, buddy—" Bess started when another voice cut him off, looking around annoyed, wondering who was so clueless.

"Are you talking about now, at the Blue Jays?" said Thomas Dick, not ugly, but with his features twisted into a ball of suppressed ecstasy, looking like a statue that's been doused with acid. "In that show, the lead actor is a Japanese, of medium build, about this tall?"

Smith stared at him blankly, and yelled out after a while.

"That's right!" he said. "That's him."

"My God!" Dick thought to himself, "You never know how fast revenge will come!" He stood up excitedly, "It's all right!" He said Oh, "You said he With the murderers, isn't it?" he asked, and Smith nodded, "About six foot one and two, short-haired Slav, huh?"

Even Bess and Stritch couldn't help but get serious now, and Dick was so proud of the gaze that he tried to puff out his chest, but his hands were handcuffed to the radiator.

"If you have a clue," Bess muttered, "spit it out."

"There is such a man." Dick said, and after gathering enough attention, he said with a sense of mystery: "With Katsuki Yuuri—the Japanese boy—I heard him tell others that Slavic His name is 'Ivan'."

Bess and Stritch looked at each other dully.

"That's not..." Bess whispered.

"Exactly the murderer's name!" cried Dick. "It can't be a coincidence, officer!"

"Eight out of ten Slavs are named Ivan," said Stritch. "We'd better watch out."

"It can't be such a coincidence." Beth said, "Think about it, this may be your chance to get promoted! Besides, there is a murderer hidden in my dance troupe, can the person in charge get away with it? This is a good idea." Opportunity—for a domineering whore to try."

Stritch was instantly persuaded.The four people in the office looked at each other, all with their own goals in mind, but unexpectedly reached an agreement—except for Smith, who started biting his nails.

"What are you waiting for?" cried Dick. "Go and arrest them!"

The Hercules Bar had never entertained so many guests at once.

At a quarter past ten in the evening, Tiger, the owner, stood behind the bar counter, drowsily wiping a dirty glass, thinking about closing the door early and going home early to enjoy a cup of hot eggnog. Jazz, only two tables left—Although Blue Jay Town attracts a lot of people during the festival, people tend to prefer to go to the lively bar, such as the "Duh?" opposite, playing electronic music, And there are people who sell "special medicines".

And Hecules' entertainment is still in the last century, jukebox, billiards, and darts. Last Christmas, Tiger spent a lot of money on two foosball tables, but he gave up after finding out that it would attract nerds. .

Usually, after a performance in a theater, some dancers come to visit - they are too tired and just want to find a quiet place to drink, and Heracles is perfect in "quiet", Tiger never thought Never thought it would bring him big business, never.

Twenty past ten o'clock, the door of the bar opened, a large group of people, it is no exaggeration to say, may be more than the number of extras in "Law and Order", poured into the bar, the director of the show Elizabeth Yang and the male lead JJ ( They are regular customers) took the lead and walked in, followed by a large group of people, some were actors, some were friends of actors, and some were just tourists and spectators who simply came to join in the fun - everyone was in high spirits and looked like they had too much to drink almond wine.

"Tiger, my brother!" shouted the bold Yang, "bring us wine! I'm treating you tonight!"

Tiger was overjoyed, "What occasion is this?" He asked, the crowd filled every corner of the bar in the blink of an eye, and the doors kept being pushed open - seeing so many beautiful and sexy young people walking at the same time There is no better sign to enter a bar than this.

"We're celebrating!" Yang yelled, and Tiger started pouring spirits, and someone yelled, "Do you have any beer?", and he couldn't be more busy, "This is a perfect show."

"Change us to something hotter!" someone yelled, and Tiger scrambled for a Rihanna song.He started serving spirits to the bar with beer, and as soon as he put a batch on, it was taken away, but people still complained that they didn't get drinks.

"Maybe I should charge by the head." Tiger muttered. At this time, a young man was pushed to the edge of the bar. From Tiger's point of view, he was very handsome and looked a little unmanly. The kind of look that drives teenage girls crazy, he's wearing a sweatshirt that's too big and the sparkle peeks out from the neckline - he's got to be one of the actors, Tiger thought, maybe the lead, because whoever he goes Wherever he went, people wanted to shake hands with him, hug him, and invite him to have a drink with them, which disturbed him—he hid in front of the bar and hid himself behind a potted plant.

"Where's Yuuri?" someone yelled, and soon the bar was filled with the same barrage of questions, everyone seemed to be looking for this "Yuuri" guy, but they quickly gave up because another Here comes the guy who catches the eye - this man is over six feet tall, has a very handsome face, with a kind of cold northern style and spring-like elegance at the same time, he must be one of the actors, because he dresses so funny : He wore a pair of black yoga pants and a fuchsia sport coat that opened to reveal an intricate shirt collar, looking like a prince from a period drama.As soon as this man appeared in the middle of the crowd, he attracted people's attention like a spinning ball in a discotheque. The people who were looking around just now stopped at the same time, and looked at him eagerly with eyes full of desire and expectation.

"Hey Victor, come here for a drink?" someone boldly suggested, the man named Victor smiled and nodded and walked towards him, everyone else looked disappointed - everyone was upset that they didn't The first to speak.

"This man is really special." Tiger muttered, "Like a prince, huh?"

"Indeed," said a voice beside him. The young man who hid himself stood beside Tiger at some point. He sounded like a very calm person. He didn't join other people in expressing admiration for Victor. This gave Tiger some new respect for him: the nonconformist always deserves special attention.But then he found that the young man also followed that person with his eyes, which made Tiger not understand again.

"Do you have a good relationship?" He could only guess like this, because they were both actors on the same show, and they obviously knew each other. If that's the case, why didn't they extend the invitation as enthusiastically as the others?

"Uh—it's complicated." Yuuri replied, "Me and him..." As if telepathically, Viktor suddenly looked up from the crowd, his gaze met Yuuri across the bar, He froze for a moment, then smiled.

As a hardcore straight man, Tiger felt his heart pounding.

"It seems that he pays close attention to you." Tiger said, but got no response. When he turned his head, the young man had gone to hide again.

This is strange, thought Tiger, picking up the martini bottle, but strange things happen to beautiful people.

Thinking about it this way, he felt completely normal again.

After 10 minutes, he had already forgotten all of this, and concentrated on planning what he could buy with the night's earnings.

—Maybe he should buy a boat, that would attract a lot of girls' attention to him.