Who moved her body?

This is the place Guan Jie is looking for.

A counter, about two-thirds the width of the storefront, stood against one wall next to the door. A simple metal bookshelf hung outside the counter, holding dozens of magazines. Some were third-rate magazines focused on celebrity gossip, others were self-help books for middle-aged women, and still others were pseudo-elite magazines promoting a sophisticated lifestyle to young girls. However, the dominant collection featured photos of bikini-clad women; a long row of these photos gave the impression that all women in the world were large-breasted, long-legged, and slim-waisted.

If this shop were located in a dark alley, these photos might sell well. But on the beach, on this free sand, in a place where there are almost no single people, these photos seem to be just an unusual backdrop among a row of shops.

No man without a girlfriend or wife would dare to buy a photo album at this time, except, of course, those who want to break up.

The floor fans in the shop swayed merrily, battling the salty sea breeze. A reclining chair, blocking the entrance that spanned a third of the shop's width, sat near the counter.

A thin man was asleep on a folding recliner, his mouth slightly open, a drop of saliva at the corner of his mouth reflecting the light and looking shiny.

The man was very dark-skinned, a shiny black, like he'd been coated in chocolate sauce. A pair of slippers, the color of which was indistinguishable, were casually tossed aside on either side of the recliner.

Behind him, in the shop, were several cabinets filled with magazines featuring various women. The cabinets were locked, as if they contained photos of those women without bikinis, which would only be available for a high price, and could not be viewed for free without paying.

Guan Jie picked up a photo album hanging on the bookshelf outside the counter and tapped on the counter.

The thin man opened one eye and said, "Ten dollars, two books for fifteen." Then he closed his eye again, seemingly having no interest in doing business whatsoever.

"Give me my change." Guan Jie placed a twenty-yuan note on the counter and pushed it toward the man.

"Mobile payment, there's a QR code on it." The man didn't open his eyes, but pointed to the wall next to the counter with his left hand, where a laminated QR code image was indeed hanging.

"I only have cash," Guan Jie said.

The man opened the eye he had just opened, and then opened the other eye two seconds later, as if it had taken a great deal of strength for him to open his eyes.

"These days, seeing cash is as rare as finding a real beauty on the beach." The man struggled to pull himself up from the deck chair; his dark circles under his eyes, even darker than his skin, proved he must have been very busy last night.

The man tossed twenty yuan into a drawer in the counter, then took out a ten-yuan note and placed it on the counter, asking with a sidelong glance, "Alone?"

Guan Jie nodded.

"Not bad, buddy." The man narrowed his eyes, sizing up Guan Jie's muscular arms, and said, "If you walk onto the beach like that, you could definitely take three or five girls with you if you wanted. Every year, quite a few girls come here looking for fun, and they like strong, muscular men like you, you know what I mean."

The man gave Guan Jie a knowing look, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

Guan Jie smiled slightly, turned to the side, rested his left elbow on the counter, and said to the man, "This place is indeed a man's paradise, but it's not convenient to pick up girls right now. You know, you can't trust a woman's words."

"Did you get into trouble?" the man asked Guan Jie in a low voice.

"Pretty much, I need to hide for a while." Guan Jie rolled up the magazine and tapped the counter lightly with the tube, saying, "I can only rely on this to calm down for now."

The man raised his eyebrows meaningfully a few times, patted his chest, and said, "Brother, in a hurry? Relying on this will damage your health. I'll introduce you to a few reliable ones, guaranteed to keep their mouths shut like locks. If all else fails, I'll have them blindfolded and sent to you, how about that?"

"You promise not to talk nonsense?"

"Don't worry, we only run our own business, and we're very law-abiding. Where do you live, brother, and what time do you need him?"

"Tianyi Residence, 505, 3 PM." Guan Jie said with a smirk, "Back then, I had a lot of energy."

"Okay, it'll be charged by the hour, this is the price per hour." The man held up his left palm and waved it. "Two thousand for the night."

Guan Jie straightened up. "No problem. Preferably someone quick-witted."

The man, with a knowing look on his face, grinned and said, "Don't worry, she's clever and pretty. She'll be at Tianyiju 505 at three o'clock sharp. Just wait for her."

Guan Jie stuffed the magazine into the side pocket of his shorts, turned around, and waved to the man with his back to him.

……

After lunch, Guan Jie bought a high-powered night-vision telescope. The store selling the telescope was located on the commercial street, so Guan Jie didn't have to put in much effort.

Guan Jie bought a few more clothes, since he didn't plan to wear the standard tourist attire every day. He bought snacks for the afternoon: three boxes of peeled fruit and duck necks and chicken feet, which girls like. He also bought a case of beer, a serving of sliced ​​cooked beef, and finally a bottle of red wine.

Red wine is a drink that no woman can resist.

After taking a shower, Guan Jie changed into a beige embossed shirt and camel-colored trousers, and put on the leather shoes he had worn when he arrived.

He left Senhai City without any luggage, and the clothes he wore that day had already been thrown into the trash. Guan Jie couldn't explain why he was being so cautious, but his intuition told him he needed to.

When Guan Jie went upstairs at noon, he borrowed shoe polish from the man downstairs and polished his leather shoes until they shone.

At three o'clock, Guan Jie had just set out the fruit and food when a sound came from outside the door. Not far from the elevator, the clanging of high heels on the floor sounded like someone was pounding on the floor with a hammer.

The sound stopped at the door of 505, and then came an impatient knocking on the wooden door.

Guan Jie put down the satchel behind the door and opened the door.

A girl wearing a low-cut halter-neck mini dress leaned against the door frame. Her legs, which symbolized a healthy complexion, were clad in 10-centimeter-high stiletto sandals. The veins on the insteps of her feet were bulging, and her toenails were painted with scarlet nail polish.

The girl seemed a little surprised to see Guan Jie. She straightened up, peeked at the doorplate, then tilted her head and asked, "Are you the one who came to ask Mu Gua for someone?"

Perhaps it was the cool air from the room's air conditioner that dispelled the girl's impatient and irritable expression; she looked much better now.

Guan Jie turned to the side, because the girl was already about to come in.

The girl walked in and sat down on a chair next to the small table by the window, picked up a piece of beef and threw it into her mouth.

"Papaya? That's his name!"

"I always use papaya to stew milk; it makes the flesh soft, sweet, and white. As for him, I think he should be called Iron Egg." The girl chuckled.

Guan Jie peeked out; there was no one in the corridor outside.

When Guan Jie closed the door and turned around, one of the girl's shoulder straps had already slipped down to her armpit.