Encounter adventures

In the gallery's sculpture gallery, he was taken aback by a work called "Woman with Her Throat Slit." The sculpture was ferocious and had a great impact, which made him feel uncomfortable and even dizzy. Then, he moved his eyes away from the sculpture, but was drawn by a tall and beautiful girl with long hair in the crowd. He couldn't help going through the crowd to find the girl.

In another room, Richard finally finds the girl with long hair, absorbed in a surrealist painting of a bride at the head of an owl.

Richard takes off his wedding ring, tucks it into his trouser pocket, and is about to strike up a conversation when he hears the girl muttering. "Don't you hate having two heads?"

Richard cleared his throat and the girl looked to look at him. Richard pretended to be interested in the painting and asked. "Excuse me. But does the bride in this picture has two heads?"

"Yes," said the girl. "just over there, could make out a little face looking out."

Richard looked carefully where the girl was pointing and did see a small face that looked like a mask. Richard smiled at the girl, said, "I see, thank you very much for your advice," and walked away. He figured the girl would stay in the gallery for a while, and he would have plenty of time to keep making "encounters."

Richard went outside to the terrace for a while, but when he returned to the library, the girl was not go anywhere. Dejected, he was prepared to leave when he saw the familiar figure in the souvenir shop at the door. The girl took a small plastic bag with a postcard to the counter and was prepared to pay. Relieved, Richard hurried into the souvenir shop and picked up a bag of postcards. At that moment, he looked up and saw the girl getting out of the store. He quickly brought his order and followed her out of the store and into the cafe.

The cafe was packed, and after the girl sat down at an empty table, there were the only tables in the shop. Secretly pleased, Richard approached the girl and asked. "May I share the table with you?" The girl nodded and smiled.

Richard ordered a cappuccino and kept looking at each other furtively. When their eyes met several times, the girl held out her hand and said. "My name is Jessica." Richard was taken off guard by her directness, but he gave him the pseudonym he had prepared. "My name is Richard, and I'm a tourist. Are you also in Venice on holiday?"

Ten minutes later, Richard and Jessica were hitting it off. He knew she was a Canadian, a graduate art student in Venice doing research.

When Richard saw that they had completed their coffee, he arranged with Jessica to order a nice lunch and a bottle of Italian wine. Jessica to drink red wine, while introducing her research with Richard, said he was from the perspective of feminism, surrealism art: "I'm interested in is surrealist artist let a female way of silence, the best example, is on display in the gallery of the sculpture" the throat was cut open women ". Just looking at this work, I can feel the oppression that women have suffered for a long time."

Richard lost his appetite as the subject reminded him of the shock and discomfort he had experienced during his previous visit to the sculpture. He looked around for a new topic and came to a newspaper that Jessica had laid on an unoccupied chair. Not knowing Italian, Richard asked Jessica. "What's on the front page of the paper?"

"Haven't you heard? It seems that the English newspaper has not been reported. How terrible! Two murders in Venice in less than a week have been blamed on the same man. The police were withholding information, but the media got wind of it and ran a story calling the killer the 'Cheese cutter' because he strangled his victims with the same steel wire we use to cut cheese."

Richard, dizzy and a little nauseous, said, "Well, you're a single girl traveling, you'd better be careful." Jessica nodded, and then she digressed. "There's always so much to do in Venice during the day," she said, "but at night it gets a little lonely and boring and restless."

Richard looked up and saw Jessica looking at him. He stammered: "I thought... Perhaps tonight we can..." Jessica took over. "Oh, I'd love to go back to the hotel with you."

Hearing, Richard had mixed feelings. He ordered them more coffee, then excused himself to get to the bathroom. In the men's room, he washed his face with cold water and felt more awake, but he still couldnot think so he had caught his prey so easily.

Wiping the water off his face, Richard returned to the cafe, where he was suddenly in a panic and had a vision: Jessica looked like the bride in the painting, with an owl's head. He put his hand on the table and sat down, saving himself from falling. When he came to himself, he saw Jessica staring at him with concern and asking what was the problem.

Richard said, "A little lightheaded."

"Can I get you a glass of water?" Jessica asked. When he nodded, she poured a glass of water and handed it to Richard. Then she, too, went to the bathroom. Richard drank a big saliva, and then start thinking about their hallucinations, but anyway, in my state, is that no matter how to also can't go as planned, so he bought a single wave caused the waiter, then grabbed the bag of postcards, quickly leave the coffee shop, returned to his hotel.

The next day, Richard's wife, Sarah, flew from England to Venice. Once in their hotel room, she tossed her handbag and newspaper on the bed and asked her husband. "Have you finished researching for your new novel?"

It turns out that Richard, a thriller writer, had just gone to the art gallery the day before to gather material for his latest novel, in which the main character chats up a young girl. "Yes, it's easy to collect women in art galleries," Richard said.

"I told you and you did not trust me. It well knows that art galleries and galleries are places where intellectuals meet. Seeing her husband's odd look, Sarah grinned and asked. "You haven't really had an one-night stand, have you?"

Richard waved his hand quickly. "No, I just had lunch with a girl."

Sarah laughed. "I guess I got there just in time. I have no idea what would have happened if I had come later. Just give me a minute. I'll get my things packed, and we'll go and have a good look at Venice."

Richard answered, picking up the Guardian that Sarah had brought with him from the plane and leafing through it. He soon catches up in a story. The news told of the "Venice murders": "... Venice police deny they are hunting for a serial killer. The killer allegedly used the similar murder technique on both victims, strangling them with cheese wire. In both cases, a postcard was left next to the bodies. Both male victims were in their 40s, slightly below average height for men, of similar build and married."

Seeing this, Richard started and cried, 'Good heavens! The victims are not women, but men!" At this point Sarah grumbled, "Richard, what has you buy!"

He looked up and saw that Sarah was holding a plastic bag in one hand and a stack of postcards bearing a sculpture called "Woman with Her Throat Cut" on the other.

"Why did you buy so many identical postcards?" Sarah pursed her lips in disgust. "There are less a dozen of them in the bag. They look creepy."

Richard was puzzled. But soon realized that he must have picked up the wrong plastic bag for the postcard in his hurry to leave the cafe.

Sarah continued, "There's something else in the bag." As she spoke, she tipped her things onto the bed, and a cold, glowing metal object rolled in a loop fell on the bedspread. Richard knew it must have been the thin wire used to cut cheese and Jessica's murder tool.