All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The flailing wrist was seized. "It's me, don't be afraid."Even in a state of extreme dizziness, I could recognize Stan Wallace instantly. He didn't even need to speak; the moment he grabbed my hand, I knew it was him.I immediately stopped struggling, rolled over, and curled up with the pillow in my arms. "Bro... I want to talk to you... I have something to say... I want to talk to you."My head was spinning, and both my mind and body were exhausted, almost on the verge of sleep. The only thing that remained active was my thoughts, which felt the need to tell Stan Wallace something."Who did you drink with?" Stan Wallace's footsteps moved around the room, and then a cold sensation hit my forehead as a towel was placed over it, covering my eyes."I met Xiao Guo... Auntie... She's gone." A wave of sorrow washed over me, and hot tears fell onto the cold towel, creating a distinct sensation. I raised my hand to press the cool towel against my eyes. "Bro, I... I have something to say.

The car window was left open just a crack, and the wind rushed in as if it had substance, filling the interior.Following Stan Wallace's instructions, I removed the SIM card from my phone and tossed it out the window. The tiny thing, no bigger than a fingernail, vanished in an instant.Silence fell over the car. I had heard my mother's voice for the last time, and with that, my heart sank completely.Stan Wallace had timed everything perfectly. After checking our luggage at the airport, we still had time for a late-night snack.It was past ten o'clock, but the airport was as bright as day."I feel like I've been eating all day," I said with a smile, rubbing my stomach. It was the first thing I said after that phone call.In reality, I had only taken a few bites at each meal, yet I felt bloated and heavy, as if a stone were pressing on my chest."Want to go outside for some fresh air?" Stan Wallace asked, opening a bottle of water and handing it to me.I nodded and took a small

The security check went smoothly, and as I was being ushered away by the next person in line, it suddenly occurred to me that Stan Wallace had instructed me on many things throughout the journey, but he hadn't mentioned contacting him after landing.My heart skipped a few beats, and I turned around abruptly, only to find that even his back was nowhere in sight. The separation that I had rehearsed countless times in my mind finally came to pass, and I felt an unreal numbness, like a self-protection mechanism had been triggered. My mind began to race with thoughts of things unrelated to Stan Wallace or my current situation.For instance, the snack stalls always lined up at the school gate, the haphazard formations during morning exercises, and the orange cat that used to frequently appear downstairs.Upon exiting the plane, I encountered the first sunset of this distant city. The entire sky was bathed in a warm orange hue, covering half the airport, and a wave of heat hit me in the fa

Being able to contact the officer who was in charge of my father's case was all because I wanted to meet Trista Fowler.A month ago, I could still see Trista Fowler's updates on his social media, and I knew he would be coming to this city. So, I arranged to meet him.However, even though Trista Fowler had agreed during the day, as the meeting time approached, he suddenly said he had something at work and stood me up.At that time, I was already on the street, eager to see him. But Trista Fowler didn't show up. Instead, I ran into Xu Qiao, the woman who was found lying in a pool of blood with my father.She had insisted that my father brought her home and forced her to take those pink pills, claiming she was also a victim.According to her, my father died because he greedily took too many pills, leading to hallucinations, and ultimately, his own death.She claimed she was just one of the victims and suggested there might be more women harmed by my father, urging the police to inve

After greeting the supervisor and Xiao Li, I went to the dressing room, grabbed a coat, put it on, and followed Trista Fowler out. During this time, he stuck close to me as if watching over a prisoner. Every time he glanced at my legs, his face darkened even more.I'm not particularly tall; the dress I was wearing was swapped with another girl who's about 170 cm tall. It was already quite long, almost reaching my knees. Apart from being a bit too form-fitting, everything else was well-covered. It was a traditional cheongsam, not revealing at all.But it clearly exceeded Trista Fowler's expectations of me."I'll go back and change into pants," I suggested, thinking that Trista Fowler found my outfit too revealing. To avoid both of us being in a bad mood and affecting our conversation, I proposed this solution."Stop." Trista Fowler clicked his tongue, sighed for a while, and then said, "You were wrapped up like a zongzi when you were with your brother. Why didn't you dress like this