Cronología de la muerte

Capítulo 36

Benny suddenly realized it might be the travel agency or someone else in San Francisco. Benny had sent a fax to the travel agency. Since everything pointed to Chen Bibi's tour group, Walter should believe he was on the phone with the real tour leader.

They got the license! That's fantastic. The person who did it is a genius!

(I'm glad to hear that compliment.)

Benny asked on the phone, "If I add my name, is there anything else needed?"

“Everything’s done. We’ll add your name as soon as we receive the fax. Everything’s fine.” Walter paused, sighed, and his tone turned sad. “Mr. Benny, it’s inappropriate, but I have to ask, did Miss Chen ask you to bring me a Christmas present?”

Benny panicked immediately. This was clearly a backroom deal. How much money did this guy want?

“Miss Chen mentioned a gift,” Benny said somewhat tentatively, trying to be polite, “but could you be more specific? Did she say she would give you US dollars?”

The other person chuckled softly: "Oh, not US dollars, but CDs."

"Is it a bankbook certificate?" Benny exclaimed, amazed at the sophistication of the bribery methods here. "How much is in the CD?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to mention that. Miss Chen told me yesterday that she would bring me a CD. I was so happy to hear that. She will bring 'The Phantom of the Opera'."

Benny was almost in tears; it really was a compressed CD.

“I also brought her dances and music from the Kingdom of Lana, hoping she would like them. If she really passes away, it will be something she loved.”

"I'll bring you ten CDs."

"Oh no! That's too much. One copy of *The Phantom of the Opera* is enough; it's the one Ms. Chen said she would bring. Thank you for being so thoughtful. I don't really like Western music."

“Just ten,” Benny said firmly, “it’s Christmas, after all.”

Finally, the difficult phone call ended. Benny pulled out his CDs from his luggage and finally found "The Phantom of the Opera." He happened to have this copy; how lucky he was.

How about these? Diana Krall, Sarah Vaughan, Gladys Knight, he wants to go get a few more from Mr. Marseille, Mr. Beryl, and Mr. Murphy.

They should offer something. Actually, Walter was already quite happy with ten cards, so what difference would twenty make?

Walter had already laid out the red carpet for them. What was wrong with each of them taking out two CDs? Otherwise, let them stay here for a few more days.

From Bono to Albinoni, Nirvana to Willie Nelson, twelve Americans with completely different tastes happily brought out their best CDs.

My dear friends, I've also given you my best.

Last night, while Walter slept soundly, I visited him, the only way I can be seen—in dreams, in memories, in imagination.

Although it's useless to me from an ordinary person's perspective, I can exist in consciousness, not in the physical world.

Goodbye Lijiang (2)

My consciousness could penetrate his mind, even modify his consciousness; I gave him a memory that didn't exist—