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From Wan's site, Part3:

I went back to my school soon after the shooting in that restaurant. Alfred drove me there, and he told me nothing about this incident. I thought he was embarrassed. Whether I should tell him something about that mysterious killer, who was my brother?

But I didn't tell him. I didn't want to tell Alfred that I had a intimate relationship with a cruel killer. What's more, for no reason, I did not want him to be captured.

During this semester I had majored in the German Classical Philosophy. Professor Heracles Kapussi was so satisfied that he called me "a young scholar". I smiled. For a Chinese girl who could only live in her dream to escape from the harsh reality, Kant's views of the world from the bottom of his heart was not so hard to understand.

Alfred didn't come to visit me for days. He just talked with me in the telephone.

That incident in the restaurant must make him nonplussed on his job.

There was a determined boy chucking himself at me. He was a Korean named Im Yongsu, an elder student. He always took it for granted that girls over the world could not withstand the temptation of the so called Korean Romantic, and because of that he appeared in front of me everyday with his costly clothings. Then he would show me a rose or a heart-shaped chocolate, as if Christmas was everyday. I commanded him not to disturb me anymore since I had had a boy friend as a policeman, but he regarded it as my baffling excuses to prevaricate him out of my shyness.

Today he once again stopped me on the road next to the dormitory, and expressed his love to me for the 1001 time. His expressions included SMS and phonecalls, and sure I had deleted all the SMS and hung up all the calls.

"I had announced that I hate you! Do not disturb me anymore!" I shouted at him.

"Oh... But I had loved you for so long, no reason for you to hate me!"He said with no doubt.

"Do not trouble me! I have had you know that I have a boyfriend already!" I shouted to him, regardless of the fact that I am a gentlewoman.

"Apparently it is just an excuse. You said you have a boyfriend, but where is it?" He cocked his head to one side and, said.

At that moment his smile froze, which made him like a cartoon character. It also made me feel strange, but a few seconds later I could feel myself hugged by a pair of strong arms, and Alfred's blond hair appeared to me。

"I am sorry that I haven't seen you before, my honourable mister. I am her boyfriend." Alfred looked down on this Korean student.

Im Yongsu looked at him doubtfully and then turned to me:"Wan...?"

But I let him disappointed:"As you can see, he does is my boyfriend, and his name is Alfred F Jones."

Though Yongsu was devastated, he did not admit it: "But I have the right to have a competition!"

"Sure you have it."Alfred chuckleed,"But if she become my wife, you will be out."

Listening this, I was more surprised than Yongsu. I have been being his girlfriend for three days but he had never mentioned about the marriage. Because of that, I was worried that we would break up.

But these words gave me the hope. Would he pop the question?

"Uh-huh. I come here today to propose marriage to you, my sweet little girl."Alfred said, looking into Yongsu's startled face fastuously. "And you now you have to be out."

Yongsu watched Alfred and me in surprise and left us reluctantly.

The subsequent time was the best time in my whole live. He asked for my answer like a cavalier, in front of the dormitory covered by ivy, on the flagstone road decorated with streetlights. It was absolutely the happy ending of those fairy tales... Or, more accurately, it was the beginning of our romance.

To celebrate my "I do", we should do what every sweet couple do - to have a trip together, as the beginning of our wonderful future lives. During the following weeks, he sought for all kinds of informations about the trip, as well as listed all kinds of travel tools. I knew that he was fond of climbing and gliding, as he was such an adventurer. However, he gave me the chance to choose an ideal destination.

"San Francisco."I blurted out.

He was kind of astonished:"Do you think San Francisco a fun place?"

I smiled to answer him:"Alfred, what I had never told you was that, I was growing up there."

San Francisco was where I would never forget. San Francisco was the producer of all my nightmare. But now I have gotten a different identity. I was going there to say goodbye and nothing could threat me anymore.

From Alfred's site,Part3:

I sent the sample of that sniper's footprints out to have it identified. It was my workmate Arthur who got the conclusion back to me.

"A pair of Nike shoes of 2007 edition, but a knockoff. Made in China. Judging from the front of it which was more seriously worn than the other people's, he always runs or hops. But maybe it was his walking habit." Said Arthur in a blunt tone. He was just reading the words written on the paper.

"The fucking 'made in China'!" I shouted fretfully. Wearing such shoes is like holding a gun without any marks. Though the shoes were found by me, the owner could never be recognized. The sniper passed our police office and we saw it, but we could do nothing.

"Wang Yao is a lunatic! He must have bought lots of knockoffs, so we can not accept to the source of what he uses at all! Now that we have no informations about his equipment, how can we find him out!?" saying these I threw those papers off.

Arthur contorted his typical eyebrow and said with cynicism:"How can you convince me of that it is Yao that arouses all these events? You even don't know his appearance! The only thing you can sure is that it is a shorty."

I elbowed against the table, put my hands up to my forehead:"If that guy who shoot the gun was not Wang Yao, that man should have been killed by Wang Yao. Yao wouldn't allow any dangers to approach his sibling."

Then I searched the informations about the source of that kind of knockoff Nike shoes, but in vain. The clue was fragile, and I gained nothing. So we gave up this case finally.

One day my cousin Matthew came to me. He had become a lawyer, which made me feel amazing. He was too shy to act as a lawyer, and there was a time when he decided to gon into Harvard law school, I predicted that he would dropout sooner or later. But he made it come true. Whatever. Like what he was when he was young, he would still weep and sob when upset, though he had been an adult for years.

"Hey, Maat! Why are you here? Another thorny case?" I welcame him in.

"Nope."Maat sat down on the sofa as he usually did, "I heard from Francis that you aren't too happy, so I came to visit you."

"Oh, a killer whose shadow is uncatchable is wholly to blame." I took out two cups of orangeade with ice cakes, "He had flown away from me everytime."

Maat accepted it and smiled: "Thanks. This is my favourite." He enjoyed the cool and sweet taste: "Fly away? Is it an angel?"

"That sly fallen angel. " I sat opposite him, "I must capture him by myself, and then throw him into the cage!"

But this time Maat chuckled:"Alfred, you're too strict with yourself. You need to learn to relax. Or maybe you need something exciting to change your life slightly - seriously, you have been acting as Wan's boyfriend for three years, don't you? But have you ever popped the question?"

"No." I shook my head.

Maat pretended that he was surprised: "God! In my point of view you should have done this one year ago! Wan is so charming a girl, she should have more than one boyfriends. You don't care it?"

I once again messed my hair and said: "But, how could I get married at this very time? I mean... I have so much works to do..."

"this is why you need change. "He interrupted, "If I were you, I should have her become Mrs. Jones."

Pondering for a moment, I drank off my orangeade in the cup. The cool fluid made me be in high spirit: "I'll do it soon. But if she refuse me, I'll smack that smirk off your face!"

And he laughed out loudly, almost squirted the orangeade into my face.

I prepared to give a surprice to her, so I went to her place secretly. There were an Asian making signals of love to her by showing threatening gestrues. Certainly I get him away from my girl, and then asked her for marriage. She was a little shy and her face turned in red, but finally she accepted this idea. The procession of it was far easier than what I had thought.

I planed to go travel with her, in order to have a nice beginning of our future lives. But it was out of my expectation that she had chose San Francisco. It was the first time that she herself told me where she was from. In fact I knew that, earlier than when she told me, but it still surprised me that she herself said it to me. Maybe she was not so disappointed with her erarly life as much as what I had thought. It was okay, and I booked the flight immediately.

Now that we were going to San Francisco, Wang Yao was bound to give us his reaction. Come on, then. I'll wait for you.