Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Six

This is no coincidence.It's fate.She may not know it yet, but I know it; and when I realize it, the whole world is different.I sat in the park and pulled out Wen Zhen.I stared at it, followed its color lines and looked into the clear and bright interior, almost as if I saw my own life.I kill Paige, Estelle is there.I killed Ingrid, and Estelle was there.She is my witness, my audience, and I perform for her.The others retreated away, leaving us alone.Estelle and her smiling eyes. I don't know how long I've been sitting there.As the sun rises higher, the colors of all things are darker and the shadows are shorter.I am neither hungry nor anxious and tired.I can feel my heart beating at a normal rate and blood rushing through my body.I clenched my fists and felt the muscles in my forearms tense.I sat up straight on the park bench, my body was as it should be, light and strong.I looked around and saw it all: trees soaring into the sky; winding paths; a woman with a slightly frowning face pushing a stroller; a child with a lollipop in his mouth; a cloud drifting across the horizon; trash blown up by a gust of wind; a man with a tattoo on his forearm.The world is inside my head and I can keep it inside.I smiled and could feel the smile on my face.When I blink, my eyes are focused cameras that capture the image I want with a single click.

I walked from the park to a store, bought a large bottle of water, and drank it to the last drop.I can feel the cold liquid flowing into my body.I was going to walk home, but knowing that the police couldn't finish interrogating her anytime soon, I changed my mind and headed to the gallery where Melanie worked to pass the time.When I pushed the door open, she couldn't believe it.Two days in a row!There was a blank look of happiness on her face, her whole face was radiant, and she looked several years younger.Even though I was rough this time, she didn't struggle.After it was done, red marks and bruises were visible on her body.I close my eyes so I don't have to face her looking into my eyes.I left before she had finished buttoning her blouse.

These idiots should listen to what they're talking about, or they won't know how stupid they are.Long-winded, chattering.Miles suddenly put on airs and looked pitiful; Pipa kept talking about the tenant's rights.Dalio grumbled in between puffs, Mike muttered to himself, and Leah cursed vitriolicly.Owen didn't say anything, but it was probably because he was busy being a movie star, he went to the wrong movie, and had to sit and wait for it to finish.It goes without saying that I'm playing the nice guy, and I don't have to work too hard to play the part.With a smile on my mouth, I made eye contact with everyone present, nodding in agreement and frowning in thought.From time to time I would hear myself say dry and reasonable things, but it felt like they were coming from afar.

Because I'm waiting for Estelle to come home.Every cell in my body was on alert, and every tiny sound trembled through me.I hear every car slowing down in front of my house, every door slamming shut, every footstep on the sidewalk outside. At last it was her time.No one else seemed to notice that the door opened and closed softly.I pricked up my ears, but couldn't hear anything.She must have been standing in the hall, hesitating, not knowing whether to go back to her room or come downstairs to face us.Maybe she won't come downstairs at all.If it were me, I might not be able to stand these.

You really look like an imbecile schoolboy.Leah snapped at Dalio. I pushed the lute with my elbow.I seemed to hear Estelle come back, I whispered, do you want to call her down? Estelle?is that youShe yelled right away.Her voice was surprisingly loud for such a slender woman.Come over here, will you?We have business with you. Fuck you, growled Dalio, you're twisting the truth, but I'm not letting you go, you know. Her steps on the stairs were light.I tried not to stare at the doorway where she would appear, so at first it was only a glimpse, and I saw her wrapped in an oversized blue jumper and oversized jeans, like a homeless person.When she came and slumped down in the jumbo armchair, I allowed myself to take a good look at her, muttering nonsense nonsense to cover my too blatant stare.She was pale, and her dark eyes seemed large.The pulse in the neck jumped, and a tiny blue vein burst out of the temple, which was still clearly visible even though it was covered by black hair.It was the most beautiful moment I had ever seen her; I could only fight the urge to hold her in my arms.But the others were so noisy that they barely noticed her presence.They are all blind and deaf fools.She just sat silent and dazed, listening to everyone hurling nasty words at each other.I saw her reach out a hand and brush the hair from her face.Her fingers are long and slender, without rings.Nails are cut very short.She often closes her eyes temporarily.Thick eyelashes leaned against her smooth skin.

What was going on in her little head?Finally I couldn't take it anymore and walked up to her, squatting close enough to inhale her scent, and asked if she was okay.She turned to me with a slight smile.Our eyes met, and I looked right into her heart; I knew that if she didn't understand our connection now, someday she would. She couldn't help but fire at the end, piercing the air word by word.What a bitch you are.she said to Leah.She said she didn't care about money.She puts everyone to shame.Then she told everyone what happened today.I look at her.The way she clenched her fists as she spoke.Pupils shimmer.She bit her lip before explaining the details.Everyone gathered around her, but I was the first to arrive.Amid the din, I let myself reach out and touch her shoulder, the skin not covered by the knit.She is mine, mine, mine.

Sometimes good luck comes without effort.Like when I told Leah about Pipa and Owen.I was in the kitchen and she walked in; I handed her a cup of black coffee without sugar without even asking, which she loved.Then I cut a mango for her: she doesn't eat bread or cereal, but she likes fruit, which I noticed. You look a little tired.I said to her.Not really, she was terribly lucid, and as graceful as ever, though I softened her with sympathy. I guess so.As she spoke, she stuffed a piece of mango into her mouth and wiped her lips with toilet paper. Leah, you must be having a hard time. What is difficult?

This home.I mean, I find it hard, but I'm just a tenant, not the landlord's boyfriend.But no matter what, I admire you very much. Really? real.I say it seriously. Frankly, sometimes I just want to bury myself in a towel and let Miles work out his idiot problems. I can imagine. Why are you having a hard time?It seems like you get on well with everyone. Probably.But things are actually very complicated, aren't they? well said. For example, I can't quite figure out who's dating whom.Take the pipa as an example. Ha, that's not easy.She flirts with everyone. It's, well, as far as I know, Mike is one of them.

You mean her? Of course Owen is no exception. Owen! Yes, you should know, right?You don't know?Oh my God, I said the wrong thing, didn't I?I thought everyone knew about it.But I believe it was just a dewy marriage. In this way, Pipa and Owen.I saw the gleam in her eyes. You won't say it, will you?Especially not with Estelle.Estelle looks like Owen, you know but I shouldn't mention it.I tap the side of my head.I am so stupid. She puts an arm on my shoulder, her manicured nails glinting red on my blue shirt.My dear David, you are not stupid at all. I took Pipa's thong and Estelle's lip gloss out of the package and gave them to Melanie; she received them as if I were giving them a diamond ring.I decided to use Owen's condoms, and at the same time began to observe everyone in the family with renewed vigilance.I felt that everything was coming to a head.Police do not believe Estelle's presence in the two homicides is purely a coincidence.They don't understand how the murder happened, they don't know how she became my true destiny, my beloved destiny.But they'd do a blanket search of her and everyone in her life.I have to get ahead of them.

Most of all, I watched Estelle until I knew everything about her like the back of my hand.What she keeps in her drawers, what text messages she gets on her phone, how many times a week she washes her hair, what brand of shampoo and conditioner she uses, where she buys deodorant and face cream, who she sees after work, What vegetables are planted in the garden, and how many times a day to water and weed the small vegetable garden.Once or twice, I rummaged through her purse and found some money.I know her gestures and habits: how she pushes her hair back impatiently; how she wrinkles her nose when she laughs; how she kicks off her shoes; sips; and what color nail polish her toes were.I keep every piece of information in my heart.I have to be ready.