Chapter 6, The Street of Temptation

After returning to Qianling Temple, it was already past 2 o'clock when I got home. However, I did not feel sleepy. If Huang Yu and Wang Qinghan were both experiencing hallucinations, why were their hallucinations so similar? What could cause them to have the same hallucination? I cannot understand, because I know that hallucinations caused by drugs are diverse. Unless both of them share the same psychology and thought processes, the likelihood of them experiencing the same hallucination is very low. All of this is related to me, yet Huang Yu and Wang Qinghan became my clients through two different channels, which do not intersect. I cannot comprehend, because I know that hallucinations caused by drugs are diverse. Unless both of them share the same psychology and thought processes, the likelihood of them experiencing the same hallucination is very low. All of this is related to me, yet Huang Yu and Wang Qinghan became my clients through two different channels, which do not intersect. Where exactly is the problem?

An hour later, I saw Wang Qinghan off, but I was very worried about her current state. I called her family to inform them that Wang Qinghan's emotions seemed quite unstable, urging them to keep a close watch on her to prevent any issues. Her parents insisted that she had mental health problems and continuously blamed the psychiatric hospital for not admitting her, which caused them considerable trouble. I despised her parents' attitude towards her, but I managed to hold back my frustration. They continued to assert that she had mental health issues and kept blaming the psychiatric hospital for not admitting her, which added to their troubles. I really disliked their attitude towards her, but I restrained myself from exploding. I just repeatedly reminded them to pay special attention to Wang Qinghan's situation over the next couple of days, and they finally agreed.

The next morning, I met Wang Qinghan again; this was our second consultation

But Zeng looked at me with confusion. I recounted in detail everything that had happened during this period from the beginning. During this time, Deng Kun had already entered, and he supplemented the parts I had missed. After Zeng listened to the entire story, he thought for a moment and said to me: "I have a strong intuition that everything is related to you." I smiled wryly and nodded; I felt the same way. I told Deng Kun about the incident of "heavy makeup at night," and he said it must be related to the Huang Yu case. After Zeng listened to the entire story, he thought for a moment and said to me: "I have a strong intuition that everything is related to you." I smiled wryly and nodded; I felt the same way. I told Deng Kun about the incident of "heavy makeup at night," and he said it must be related to the Huang Yu case. I decided to talk to the bartender, letting Deng Kun accompany Zeng for a drink first, and I went to the bar.

At this moment, I felt as if I was approaching the truth behind Huang Yu's case. Although there was still some distance to cover, I believed I had already found a clue. After sitting down, I shared my findings with them, and then I told Deng Kun that Huang Yu had once mentioned feeling as though someone was following her, and that her husband did not seem like her husband. This was likely due to her long-term consumption of "Nighttime Heavy Makeup," in which the mandrake shell played a role, leading her to experience hallucinations. After sitting down, I shared my findings with them again, and then I told Deng Kun that Huang Yu had once mentioned feeling as though someone was following her, and that her husband did not seem like her husband. This was likely due to her long-term consumption of "Nighttime Heavy Makeup," in which the mandrake shell played a role, leading her to experience hallucinations. At this point, I suddenly thought of Wang Qinghan. I said to Deng Kun, "Come again tomorrow night, and bring a photo of Wang Qinghan to ask the waiter if she had been here before, before the plaintiff's bartender left, and if she had also consumed this type of alcohol." Deng Kun asked, "Do you suspect that Wang Qinghan's claim of being followed that day was also a hallucination?" I nodded. He looked confused and said, "But Wang Qinghan and Huang Yu do not know each other; there are no commonalities between them." I smiled and replied, "There is one, and that is me." He looked confused and said, "But Wang Qinghan and Huang Yu do not know each other; there are no commonalities between them." I smiled and replied, "There is one, and that is me."

Juechen has little fondness for worldly matters, so our discussions mostly revolve around Zen and tea. Regarding the Way of Tea, Juechen could certainly write a book on the subject. We spent the entire evening chatting comfortably, listening to Juechen and Dan Zeng discuss and illustrate the differences between Central Plains Buddhism and Tibetan Buddhism. Occasionally, we would engage in debates over certain Buddhist principles. This evening of relaxation allowed me to temporarily forget my worries, and my originally gloomy mood felt as if it had taken a long vacation, gradually improving.

We found a seat by the window, and the waiter brought over the drink menu. Without even looking, I ordered a case of Moutai beer. I took the drink menu to order some snacks as well. At that moment, I noticed a familiar name among the cocktails: "Night in Heavy Makeup." I remembered that Deng Kun had mentioned this as a unique specialty of the Huangyu Bar, so I found it strange to see it here. I asked the waiter, "Have you always had this drink?" The waiter smiled and replied, "Sir, this drink was only launched last month." I looked at the waiter and asked, "Did you just change bartenders?" He confirmed that they had. I recalled that Deng Kun had mentioned this as a unique specialty of the Huangyu Bar, so I found it strange to see it here. I asked the waiter, "Have you always had this drink?" The waiter smiled and replied, "Sir, this drink was only launched last month." I looked at the waiter and asked, "Did you just change bartenders?" He said yes, but this bartender left after only a few days, yet he left behind the recipe for "Night in Heavy Makeup." The new bartender is preparing it according to his method. However, this bartender left after only a few days, yet he left behind the recipe for "Night in Heavy Makeup." The new bartender is preparing it according to his method

The bar has an elegant atmosphere; the decor is not extravagant, but rather unique. The light yellow scheme, complemented by soft lighting, aligns well with the concept of "temptation"

I never expected that the bartender would be a girl, probably around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. I sat on the bar stool and ordered a drink called "Night in Heavy Makeup," casually chatting with her. I took a sip; the drink was a bit strong, but it had a slight sweet and sour taste, nothing particularly special. I took another sip; the drink was a bit strong, but it had a slight sweet and sour taste, nothing particularly special. I deliberately asked the girl, "Why does this taste different from what I had last time?" She stuck out her tongue and said, "You noticed?" I nodded, "Yeah, it seems like it didn't taste like this when I came last time." She seemed to be talking to herself, saying, "It shouldn't be different; I removed one ingredient, but that ingredient itself is tasteless, so it shouldn't affect the drink's flavor." I asked, "What ingredient did you remove?" She carefully looked around, as if to ensure no one could hear our conversation, then leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I removed the vodka that was infused with mandrake root." I asked her why, and she said she couldn't find that thing. It seemed she wanted to confirm that no one could hear us before she leaned in and whispered, "I removed the vodka that was infused with mandrake root." I asked her why, and she said she couldn't find that thing. I said, "But how did you have it before?" She shrugged and said, "I don't know; it wasn't there when I arrived. I wanted to buy it, but it's a controlled substance." I finished the drink in one go and smiled at her, saying, "But it's still quite good; your bartending skills are impressive, little sister." She smiled happily. I left the glass on the bar and returned to my seat.

But I know that what must be faced, must always be faced

However, he has no particular likes or dislikes regarding tea, yet he savors it attentively. He is someone who truly enjoys life. In fact, Abba could marry and have children, but he has remained single all along. Whenever his marriage is mentioned, he always appears indifferent, stating that he enjoys his current free and unrestrained lifestyle.

In the afternoon, Deng Kun called and confirmed the fact that Wang Qinghan went to "Temptation Street" at m. hetushu. comcom, and mentioned that the waiter clearly remembered that every time she visited, she would order a drink called "Heavy Makeup at Night." But why did her expression seem so confused when I mentioned "Heavy Makeup at Night"

In the evening, I asked my wife for leave again to go to Qianling Temple to have tea with Juechen and Danzeng. I admire Juechen's tea artistry; many tea masters cannot compare to him. He proudly claims that this is true skill, which cannot be achieved without over ten or twenty years of experience. Like him, my favorite is Tieguanyin from Anxi, Fujian, but ever since we had a child at home, I have no opportunity to use that set of tea utensils again

We drank until after one o'clock, during which we did not discuss anything about Huang Yu. Instead, we listened to Ben Zeng share some of his peculiar experiences over the years. On many occasions, Deng Kun showed an expression of disbelief. However, Ben Zeng, observing Deng Kun's expression, said: "Actually, don't be skeptical; one day, I will give you a chance to see for yourself." Deng Kun replied: "Alright, if you can truly make me believe, I will definitely take you as my master." Ben Zeng responded: "I wouldn't accept you; you lack the innate talent and understanding." Deng Kun felt a bit embarrassed.