this is not my job. it was written by 惲頫, a writer from China. so it was written in Chinese.

I had gotten his permissions to show his works in English.

thank you once again, 惲頫大大~

Episode1：

From Wan's site, Part1：

When Al got in, I stood up slowly, knowing that my standing is more charming than sitting. However, I did this on purpose not for showing off my beauty, but for the fact that Wang Yao was there watching.

"Wan, look at you, how beautiful!" Saying that, Alfred sat down with a smile. It was just like him, frank, and would mess his blond hair slightly when worrying. I love his blond hair which had attracted me when we first met. Such pure blond is becoming rare in America nowadays.

Alfred F Jones is the man took me out from the hell. When I arrived in New York, I hardly had any money, and was exhausted with my works as a worker and student. I rented the cheapest apartment in the block which was called "Hell's kitchen". I had never used my money in my account though every month there will be another account added, because I know that those are earned by Wang Yao in a bloody way. I refused to use the money earned by a killer. I had never ever thought of them even in the hardest period.

That day, I had just got the admission notice from Princeton University. God knew how glad I was since this school which most of the Chinese can never get in, opened its gate widely to me! I was so excited that I was absolutely in relax, and as a result I was trailed in an alley by three blacks. The arch pointed at me with his gun. This was the second time that I was pointed at by a gun - Wang Yao has taken the first time. I was scared silly. They seemed to be drug addicted. As I had no money at all, God knew what would they do.

I was too scared to move when a messianic voice came from my back shouted: "Put your guns down!" After that, a big shadow was caught by my sight, but the only thing I could see was his police uniform, and, yeah, his blond hair.

Clearly, those gangsters had not expected that a police would appear at there. But facing a single-handed policeman, they were surely unwilling to admit their defeat: "Fut off, you cop! "

Suddenly came the sound of the gun and I cried. I screamed. I had no idea who is there to made such a sound. Nothing happened to that policeman, but at the same time those gangsters, crying in alarm, ran away from us, as I could hear their footsteps in disorder. I knelt to the ground weakly. The police bowed to ask me in a gentle voice: "Are you all right, my young lady ?" His eyes was immaculately blue, which made me can not help but to trust and rely on.

"You killed them?" I asked him, trembling with fear. I was reminded of the scene that Wang Yao went back home, dressing head to foot in blood. And at that time, I had asked the wholly same words.

"Nope. I was just destroyed that bastard's gun! ... Er, I am sorry."He scratched his hair subconsciously, feeling awkward for his slip of the tongue, " My name is Alfred F Jones. What's yours?"

"Wang Wan... " never think that I had no English name. I had one, but I told him the Chinese name automatically.

"OK then... Miss. Wang, could you stand up?" He checked my legs. They were injured when I fall down and ware bruised, but it didn't hurt my bone.

"Could you please hold my arm? "He raised an arm to me. Then he put my arm to pull me up from the ground after I reached his arms with trembles.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones..." I remembered to thank after I came to myself.

"Call me Alfred!" His teeth were shining when he smiled. What an attractive smile. It is like the sunshine pf California.

I believe in love at the first sight while I did not have so wild wishes. But life is like a drama. I had gained my best love at the most hopeless moment. I was still denying that whether I have the access to it. After I built the formal relationship with him as a lover, I told him that it was unimaginable. It was like... A dream. But he announced that there was nothing unimaginable. He is my hero, and I am his beauty, this is all and we called it, the truly fact.

It would take only an hour from Princeton to New York and therefore he always came to visit me. Sometimes I would go to his side. He lived in an apartment given by the police office far away from the Indians and "hell's kitchen", which was better than mine. He suggested me give up my apartment and live with him to save some money, but I didn't agree with him. I know Wang Yao would kill him if I do so.

Wang Yao was everywhere to make me scared. I knew that I had no ability to escape from him. Every time when he was nearly forgotten, he would appear and remind me of himself. When I and Alfred were enjoying the first cup of champagne, the waiter gave a martini to me with a red Chinese knot, which was sent to me from a incognito. When we were requiring checkout in a cafe in the style of the 18th century, servers told us that it had been cashed out. When I was in a dinner jacket which cost a lot, stepped in the theatre to watch the Phantom of the Opera with Alfred, I could find some Lythrum salicaria on my seat together with a note, which read "the cheongsam suits you better."

Wang Yao is a devil. He told me when I was young that devil always fells in love with angle.

Whatever. If you want to see it, see it. See how happy I am without you. I can laugh in the sunlight, rather than hide in the shadow like you. I am enjoying what a woman is supposed to have. I will never linger on with my last breath of life in the cellars of the Chinatown.

From Alfred's site, Part1：

Standing at the door of the restaurant, I scanned the buildings around. Nothing was doubtful. But I knew that if he had show me any hint, he the man must not be Wang Yao.

I went into the restaurant, pretending that nothing could disturb me. Wan stood up elegantly when she saw me. She was in a white dinner jacket which showed her little but sexy figure well. She is a Chinese, but she has the same white skin as we white. Not like the other males, I prefer such white skins to those so called "healthy blackish" skins. Girls with white skins are weak. They need man's help. And most importantly, they're obedient.

"Wan, look at you, how beautiful!" I sat down to look at her.

She gave me a pleasant smile: "And look, how handsome you are!"

I scanned the waiter and the customers in the restaurant, then glanced at the scenery out of the windows. Nobody was doubtful.

Wang Yao was a terribly scaring killer, or you could say that he was a lunatic who is always as cool as a cucumber. He lived in San Francisco before, but had come to the eastern coast for years. He had caused many people's death here but no one could catch his traces, like no one could hug the mist. I have chased him for a long time but I had never ever caught his fresh, or his sound. But I am the nearest policeman to him, due to my trump card.

Wang Yao's young sister, Wang Wan.

According to their data, they have no sibship. Wan smuggled into U.S. when she was only a child together with her mother, while Yao smuggled here by himself when he was 10. Nobody know the past of him. Wan lost her mom when she was 3, and Yao adopted her, but in an illegal way. They depended on each other for survival before Wan graduated from senior high school. In that year their relationship broke down, and Wan came to New York, secretly followed by her brother He has been keeping watching her, but they have not ever met till now.

Knowing this, Yao is not so inaccessible now. I have also been keeping watching her. I know that he must have to appear to me if I keep in touch with Wang Wan. Finally I got a perfect chance. She was robbed by some bastards, and I was there waiting for Yao's coming out. However there was nothing happened, which made me estimate how she values in his heart. At the same time, the arch took out a gun. She was in danger and I am a policeman, so I have to help her! I took out mine to shoot that black's gun. They ran away.

I sent her back to her apartment that night, and when I was to leave, a waif came to give me an envelope. I opened it and read the words written boldly on the letter, and that was "Sorry for letting my sister bother you, mister policeman. " I understood it immediately with regretfulness that he was there watching me, waiting for my assistance to his sister, while I had no idea where he was.

I was a little disappointed. I helped her, but from now on I could never hide myself from her. Yao must be more circumspect because he now know that a policeman was there with her. But I did never imagine that I became her boyfriend then! And obviously she was a simple-minded girl. Though she regarded Yao as a scoundrel, it was not possible for her to assist me.

One thing was good enough to make up it for me. Now I can stay beside her in just ways, and Yao have to show himself to me early or late.

"Alfred?" Wan called me back with her sweet voice, "you are in a trance."

I shook my head: "Sorry, something about my job has occurred to me."

"Oh, you... "she pouted, "you have sworn to me that nothing about job would occur to you when you are with me."

"Nice. Let them go!" I shook my hand as if it could throw out my unseen annoyances, but to be honest I was judging how would Yao appear.

Abruptly I was aware of the danger. I hugged Wan and hide under the table and she once again screamed. At the same time, a bullet penetrated the glasses of the windows. We could hear the sound of the windows' being broken. The restaurant was in chaos. Sounds of screams, runnings, collision of tables seemed not to stop.

The only dead was a young man, a white man.

I told Wan not to move away. She trembled but nodded obedient. I ran outside when I call the police, but Yao would not be there any longer especially when we got there. Judging from the power and direction of the bullet, the only possible building for him to do this is the edifice more than 2000 yards away.

I found an M200 as expected in that edifice. This kind of gun has the longest gunshot, but only those who have wonderful sniper skills can master it. I guess that the reason why Yao chose so tough a method on purpose was that Wan and I ware close to his target. If he came too close to us, he would have no chance to escape.

I couldn't help but laughed. I have already pose a threat to him. Let's go and see! I must drive you into a corner next time.