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Chapter 15

According to reports: In a certain hotel, an employee killed a snake. After he chopped off the snake's head, he threw it into the trash can, and then began to peel the snake's skin.After working for half an hour, he walked past the trash can, but the snake head suddenly jumped up and bit him hard.This person fainted immediately...

That night, Mijia invited the writer to the teahouse.

It was still the teahouse where the two met last time, and Sting's "Shape Of My Heart" was still playing inside.

The writer sat across from Mijia, his eyes were a little distracted, and his two fingers kept tapping on the table.

"Recently, your mind is in a mess."

"Do you believe in premonitions?"

"I have no experience with this."

"Now, I have a strong premonition—she's back."

"Gu Panpan?"

"She had her face stitched, her breasts filled, and she came back."

"Nonsense! You don't want to be godlike. Now, what you have to consider is what to do if you are targeted by the police! I asked you to come here just to cheer you up. Recently, you must hold your ground. You can't Messy size."

"I don't want to think about it, but it seems like a hand has grown out of my head..."

"What hand?"

"There was a man who was bitten by a five-step snake. The snake's venom entered the blood. If he could not walk five steps, he would fall to the ground and die. In order to save his life, he picked up a kitchen knife, chopped off his right hand with one knife, and passed out on the spot. ..."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Without the body, the hand is dead, right?"

"Perhaps the nerve is still alive."

"This pale dead hand, after falling to the ground, showed the stubble of bones, dragged red bloodshots, and even grasped the ground with five fingers, crawled forward little by little, chasing the five-paced snake..."

"impossible."

"I read it in the newspaper."

"continue."

"The five-step snake seemed to be frightened. It stretched its neck and stared blankly at the hand, not knowing what to do. The moment it came to its senses, the hand jumped up and grabbed its seven legs accurately. inches, the joints creaked, and would not let go. The five-step snake hissed and screamed, and finally died..."

"It's literature."

"I feel that Gu Panpan is like the severed hand. Although it is no longer an organic part of life, it is like a piece of wood cut from a tree, but she crawled towards me, persistently trying to grasp it. I……"

"Your worries are pathological!"

"It's not worry, it's a hunch!"

"I only believe in forecasts."

"Slowly you will believe it."

"If you have a premonition, as long as it's the police who grab your hand, I'm a little convinced-they will definitely find out. Gu Panpan also has a public phone call. Through this phone call, they will follow the vines and find out a lot of connections. People. You have been in frequent contact with her, and you can't miss it!"

"Then... what should I do?"

"Didn't I teach you a few sets of lies? If you don't know how to tell them, you just insist that you don't know anything."

"They have lie detectors..."

"Your mental quality isn't that bad, is it?"

"You may not know that the accuracy rate of the lie detector is 98%. A person can regulate the pulse, but it is difficult to control the breathing and skin resistance..."

"Don't worry, machines can't be used as a basis for conviction."

... All night Mitya taught the writer how to deal with the police.However, he has been absent-minded, as if he only cares about that hand.

Finally, Mijia said while paying the bill: "Don't believe in any premonition anymore, it's unreliable."

The writer said: "However, this afternoon, I had a premonition that you were going to ask me out."

(End of this chapter)