BOOK 9. Zhao Yunlan is a private investigator who will accept almost any case as long as it pays, and when he finds a client's lost cat, they ask him to look into their friend's memory loss but he refuses. Shen Wei is an architect and after he mee...
These characters belong to a wonderful author called Priest. The television series Guardian was based on her book, and my stories are more like the TV programme but have elements of the book included. Most of the photos have come from the series.
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The Visitor was aware of being followed but never turned around to see who it was, as he kept on going towards the one place where he would feel safe. He sensed him as soon as he had left the hospital and his panic increased as he hurried towards his car, but someone had slashed the tyres and he was forced to keep on walking, rather than phone for alternative transportation which would have taken too long to arrive at this time in the afternoon. He had hoped that by taking a route through the busy shopping precinct, and mixing with the crowd he stood a better chance of losing his tail, but the feeling was still there and he quickened his steps.
Shoppers were too busy staring into the windows or carrying their new items while they brushed past or bumped into him, unaware of him running for his life or the person behind following. He heard an occasional loud conversation or laugh, and swerved avoiding someone's dog tied to an indoor seat, waiting on its owner returning, while he kept moving as fast as the crowd of shoppers would allow him.
Eventually he gave up, and turned a corner to exit the busy area sooner than he had planned, but was instantly aware of the long cold silver sword aimed at his neck. He closed his eyes and his movements froze, thinking that this is the end, but the sudden unexpected sound of the upward swish of another blade, removed the threat, and he slowly sank to the ground as the two swords clashed loudly, taking the fight away from where he was sitting with his eyes closed. Eventually when silence returned, he risked looking, but there was nothing until he heard the voice of the person standing beside him,
"Next time, walk a little slower, I nearly lost you," and a strong hand reached down to help him up.
"I'll give you a lift home, you should be OK from now on, but I'll keep watch for another few days to be on the safe side."
The shocked client was shown over to the bright red four by four and sat in the front seat of the car as he was driven home and escorted to his door with his guardian not leaving, until he heard the click of the key. Zhao Yunlan casually walked back to his car and sat talking to himself as usual. "Tell me again why did I take this job? ... Because you need the money, is it hard work? ... No, so stop complaining," and he accelerated from zero to wishful thinking but only managed five mph. He had no desire to hit anyone or damage his tyres, and drove off heading towards his office to write out a report before he went home for the day.
Sharp eyes watched him from a distance relieved that he was safe but wished that he had a different job, something less dangerous. The artist had already started his next painting and didn't like what he was seeing, but he couldn't change it, he could only paint the ideas that were sent to him, hoping that his information would be understood.
