Chinese take away （Crime fiction ）

Chapter 1

Wedding

“dingdong”,a bell rings and carves through the cold earthy silence like a sharp dagger. Subsequently, followed by a rapidly heavy door knock . A pale slender feet stumble out from the hot steamed bathroom. Bare feet running on the icy marble floors towards the source of sound. Yet , the second she gonna touch the irony handle, she stepped back and hesitated . Then took a long shivery deep breath, she turned the handle. Behind the slowing opening door , a dashing young chap standing there, carrying a plastic bag packs with boxes of dumplings. “Your Chinese take away ”

An sharp alarms awaken all beings in the room , including the sleeping beauty. She slowly opened a slight gap of the mouth and inhaling her first portion of air .The air is not exactly pure O2 , as you can sniffed some sour astringent smells from the table that is covered with clothes and piles of take away boxes with dry stain of whiskey . She slowly stretches her and leg like a cat and you can hear some cracking sound from her joints. Something sharp and dazzling into her vision ,she turns around ,taking a glance at the window, seeing the sun struggling to get up from the bluish horizontal line . The sunlight project her face with warmth as if she is showering with gold coins.

Maybe because the sun is not bright enough, maybe it's because the room is a bit foggy. It's hard to tell what's  on the edge of her lips ,whether it's a hazy smile or gruesome sadness. There is an absurdity with this woman, with this world.

A heaving door knocking shattered the solid silence and loot her back to the stinky dimmed room , she climbed down the bed and walked toward the door nonchalantly . A woman wearing white dress and having a bunch of daffodils upon her hands standing out there and knocking the door . “Have you lost your sanity ? Don't you remember what day it is "The white dressed woman questioned her like a policeman. Woman didn't answer and she naile down and crouch herself . She piles her head into her chest where is dark but all cozy and warm because the thick and fluffy sweater that she is wearing . It is like she is trying to vacuum a space out from this stinky bedroom . But the knocking keep going and shouting gradually turns swearing and turns into the most disturbing orchestration, the woman still did not answer but below her neck you can hear her whispering . And when the orchestration comes to a climax . Those whispering turns into a sharp sad scream and bello out.

After long passage of time, she slowly  stretched her head out like a rat peeking through the rat hole, her wetted nasorosteal is shivering. The white dressed woman is gone and she is again left alone in this dimmed stinky room . Washing , cleaning. The brain cortex sends an direct order to her body . She moves her numb body into the bathroom. She undressed her self and turned the handle, the limpid hot waters ranins down obliged with only one mission to wash off stain , dirty and injustices. Sweat, dirt, bacteria even part of soul start strain out from this vulnerable yet functional shell . A long breath was exhaled and turned into a milky winding smoke fly up to the sealing and eventually obliterated . The showerhead stop the aqua.

The woman step out and grab the hanged snow white towel with tiny stains of  brownish foundation on top . She whipped her body like a parlor maid cleaning the floor, she turned towards the gold decorated mirrors. Inside, a divine goddess looks at her .There is a sense of condescend and pity in the hot gaze . She put her head down into the sink and when she heads up again , her skin are glowing like Egyptian queen herself and her hair is like 1000 darkest nights with excitement and mystery hidden inside of it and any man would've attack to it when she passes by . Her lips are like two reddish sealed door and enchanting passby with witchery voice and eyes are like the arctic ocean , it's so blue that even Poseidon himself would get lost in it .

Ding' , the silvery elevator slowly opened its gate and swallowed her like a whale, she pressed the yellowish button and quickly this silvery white whale drag her down into the bottom. There aren't just her in this  descending space , there are many other soul all crowed in this space. The elevator land at the bottom ,she step out to the daylight .

Heaven isn't the best place to go , if angels all looks the same and are all good. Because if everyone is the same and everything you wanted can easily get . Then what's the difference between you and machine.