In the summer of 2006, I worked part-time in a 24-hour cold drink shop near my school.

The cold drink shop is opened near the school, and its customers mainly come from nearby students, and most of the waiters here are part-time students like me. The summer vacation is coming to an end, and all the part-time students have not returned yet, so the shop occasionally has insufficient manpower.

After I get off work, I will stay here a little longer and help out temporarily.

At 9:10 that night, I was about to leave the cold drink shop and go back to my temporary residence. I received a call for takeout at the shop. Although it was a bit late, the takeout address was very close, and I happened to be on my way home, so I

I took the initiative to ask the manager to take this takeaway and send the money back to the store tomorrow.

The manager agreed.

This takeout destination is easy to find. It is a nearby entertainment hotel. As far as I know, this is a hotel with special services. To put it simply, it is a chicken place.

After getting out of the elevator, I knocked on the door of room 909. As I expected, the person who opened the door was a woman. She didn't look very old and looked pretty good, but I could tell from her dress that she was the lady who worked here.

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The lady was quite polite. She took the takeaway from me and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Twenty-eight." I said.

The lady then gave me a 100 bill. I just stopped by for a takeaway and didn't have any change, so I told her frankly that I couldn't find it.

The lady didn't make things difficult for me. She glanced into the room. I stood at the door and could vaguely hear the sound of water coming from the toilet. Someone must be taking a shower.

The lady said she was going down to get some change and asked me to wait for her here first. I thought it would be fine to wait outside the door. She suggested that I wait in the room so that if the guests noticed her absence later, I could help explain.

Before I could hesitate, the lady moved very quickly, pushed me into the room, and ran towards the elevator entrance wearing slippers.

The windy lady. I took two steps inside and sat down on a stool.

On the left side of the door is the toilet room. There is a frosted glass between the toilet and the room. I can see a figure inside from the outside, but the figure does not seem to be taking a shower, but is sitting on the toilet, raising his hand for a while.

, as if smoking. But listening to the sound of water rushing inside, the shower head should be open.

I looked around the room carefully again. It was ten o'clock in the evening, the curtains were open, and the neon lights of the building opposite were flashing. On the bedside table, there was a room card, some hotel supplies, and an ashtray.

Other than that, there's nothing special about it.

I sat for a while, but no one in the toilet came out. They probably weren't smoking anymore, so they just sat there.

I started to feel a little embarrassed in my heart. Why hasn't this young lady come back yet? What's going on with the man in the toilet? He's squatting in there and won't come out. Maybe he knows someone else is coming and he's embarrassed to see them.

After a while, there was some movement in the toilet, as if someone inside was talking on the phone. But I couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying or his voice. About half a minute later, the voice of the person in the toilet
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