the chaser的续写

Passage Writing: The Continued part of The ChaserFive years later, the same creaky stairs, the same dim hallway, but Alan Austen, the young person who was talked into buying love potion years before, was not as snappy as he used to be. He pushed open the door, as he did five years ago."Sit down, Mr.Austen," said the old man sitting in a rocking chair,"I know you would come again.""Here's the deal...eh...have you got any method to get rid of the effects of love potion?”asked Alan quite embarrassed ly."As I said before, my stock was not very large, but such as it is, it's varied, and of course, it is sufficient." replied the old man."Excellent!" cried Alan in rapture."Here's the life cleaner, a liquid as colorless as water, quiet imperceptible in coffee, wine, and any other beverage. And I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less." said the old man, shaking a bottle gently, which is quite familiar to Alan."Life cleaner?" cried Alan, shaking his head desperately.,“No! No! No! I will never kill her! She is Diana.”"Y eah, you'd better give it a second thought. The effect of the mixture is permanent.""But I'm so tired of this relationship. It's driving me crazy and Diana is really suffocating me." said Alan apprehensively: "No, I won't buy your stupid potion to kill anyone. I guess I'd better go now.""Okay, take care, young man." said the old man "but next time you come again for the life cleaner, I'll ask 10,000 dollars, not 5,000 dollars anymore."So Alan left. And the old man was overwhelmed by the illusions that he would become the richest person in the neighborhood. Though he waited and waited, Alan didn't come.Three monthes later, in a sunny and pleasant afternoon, the old man sat in his rocking chair, just as he usually did, reading newspaper. Suddenly, his face was frozen. The obituary on the newspaper said a young man named Alan Austen suicided himself by jumping from bridge. And his fiancee, a girl named Diana, committed suicide at home after learning the news.Somehow, t wo lines of muddy tears streamed down the old man's checks. He realized something. He felt like it was not the young men themselves who had killed them, but him. He got out of his rocking chair, strode to his shelves, took out of his life cleaner and drank it all.He won't deal in those potions any more, neither in another life.胡立雪。

爱丽丝漫游奇境后续英语作文The Sequel":It had been several years since Alice's fateful journey down the rabbit hole and into the fantastical world of Wonderland. Though the memories of her previous adventure remained vivid in her mind, Alice had grown into a young woman, her childhood days long behind her. Yet, the pull of that extraordinary realm never ceased to tug at the back of her consciousness, as if Wonderland itself was calling out to her, beckoning her to return.One day, as Alice was strolling through the familiar gardens of her family's estate, she stumbled upon a most curious sight - a pure white rabbit, its nose twitching as it scurried along the path, clutching a golden pocket watch in its paws. Without a moment's hesitation, Alice found herself once more chasing after the elusive creature, her curiosity and sense of wonder overriding any hesitation she might have felt.Down the rabbit hole she plunged, falling through the seemingly endless void, her surroundings a blur of color and sound. Just as she had experienced years ago, Alice found herself landing gently on thefloor of a strange, underground chamber, the familiar sights and sounds of Wonderland enveloping her.As Alice rose to her feet and took in her surroundings, she couldn't help but marvel at the changes that had occurred since her last visit. The vibrant, almost garish hues that had once dominated the landscape had been replaced by a more muted, almost melancholic palette. The air, once filled with the joyous laughter and playful banter of the realm's eccentric inhabitants, now carried a somber, almost eerie silence.Sensing that something was amiss, Alice set out to explore this altered Wonderland, her footsteps echoing against the walls of the dimly lit corridors. As she wandered, she encountered a number of familiar faces - the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and the Cheshire Cat, among others - but their once-vibrant personalities had been dampened, their eyes filled with a profound sadness.Through her interactions with these characters, Alice learned that in her absence, a great darkness had descended upon Wonderland. The tyrannical rule of the cruel Queen of Hearts had been overthrown, but in its wake, a new and even more sinister force had emerged - a shadowy figure known only as the Nightmare King.This Nightmare King, with his twisted, malevolent powers, had cast apall of despair over the entire realm, corrupting the very fabric of Wonderland and transforming it into a twisted, nightmarish version of its former self. The once-whimsical inhabitants of this fantastical world had been reduced to mere shells of their former selves, their joy and vitality snuffed out by the Nightmare King's oppressive influence.Determined to restore Wonderland to its former glory, Alice set out on a perilous journey, navigating the now-treacherous landscape and facing off against the Nightmare King's minions at every turn. Along the way, she encountered a diverse array of new characters, each with their own unique stories and abilities to share.There was the enigmatic Caterpillar, whose sage-like wisdom and cryptic riddles proved invaluable in guiding Alice through the challenges that lay ahead. The Gryphon and the Mock Turtle, once whimsical and carefree, now served as stalwart allies, lending their strength and courage to Alice's cause.Even the once-formidable Queen of Hearts, now humbled and remorseful, joined forces with Alice, recognizing the gravity of the threat posed by the Nightmare King. Together, they embarked on a quest to uncover the source of the Nightmare King's power and find a way to vanquish this dark force once and for all.The journey was fraught with peril, as Alice and her companions navigated treacherous landscapes, faced off against nightmarish creatures, and delved into the very heart of the Nightmare King's lair. Along the way, Alice was forced to confront her own fears and doubts, as well as the lingering trauma of her previous Wonderland adventure.Yet, through it all, Alice's unwavering determination and her belief in the power of friendship, love, and the indomitable human spirit kept her moving forward. She drew strength from the bonds she forged with her newfound allies, and together, they fought to reclaim Wonderland from the clutches of the Nightmare King.In the final, climactic battle, Alice and her companions unleashed the full force of their combined powers, unleashing a dazzling array of magic and determination that ultimately overwhelmed the Nightmare King's dark influence. As the last vestiges of his power crumbled, Wonderland was restored to its former glory, the vibrant colors and joyous laughter once more filling the air.With the Nightmare King vanquished, the inhabitants of Wonderland celebrated their newfound freedom, their spirits renewed and their hope for the future restored. Alice, having played a pivotal role in this epic struggle, was hailed as a hero, her bravery and unwavering spirit inspiring all who witnessed her triumph.As Alice prepared to return to the human world, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wistfulness and longing. Wonderland, with all its madness and wonder, had become a second home to her, a place where she had discovered her own inner strength and resilience. Yet, she knew that her work was not yet done, for the Nightmare King's dark influence had not been eradicated entirely, and the realm would need her vigilance and protection for years to come.With a heavy heart but a resolute spirit, Alice bid farewell to her Wonderland friends, promising to return whenever the realm had need of her. As she stepped back through the rabbit hole, she knew that her journey was far from over, that the call of Wonderland would continue to echo in her heart, drawing her back to the extraordinary world she had come to love.。

Unit 7The Chaser‎John Henry Collie‎r1 Alan Austen‎, as nervou‎s as a kitten‎, went up certai‎n dark and creaky‎stairs‎in the neighb‎o rhood‎of Pell Street‎, and peered‎about for a long time on the dim hallwa‎y before‎he found the name he wanted‎writte‎n obscur‎e ly on one of the doors.2 He pushed‎open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himsel‎f in a tiny room, which contai‎n ed no furnit‎u re but a plain kitche‎n table, a rockin‎g-chair, and an ordina‎r y chair. On one of the dirty buff-colour‎e d walls were a couple‎of shelve‎s, contai‎n ing in all perhap‎s a dozen bottle‎s and jars.3 An old man sat in the rockin‎g-chair, readin‎g a newspa‎p er. Alan, withou‎t a word, handed‎him the card he had been given. “Sit down, Mr. Auste n‎,” said the old man very polite‎l y. “I am glad to make your acquai‎n tance‎.”4 “Is it true,” asked Alan, “that you have a certai‎n mixtur‎e that has … er … quite extrao‎r dinar‎y effect‎s?”5 “My dear sir,” replie‎d the old man, “my stock in trade is not very large —I don’t deal in laxati‎v es and teethi‎n g mixtur‎e s — but such as it is, it is varied‎. I think nothin‎g I sell has effect‎s which could be precis‎e ly descri‎b ed as ordina‎r y.”6 “Well, the fact is …” began Alan.7 “Here, for exa mpl‎e,” interr‎u pted the old man, reachi‎n g for a bottle‎from the shelf. “Here is a liquid‎as colour‎l ess as water, almost‎tastel‎e ss, quite imperc‎e ptibl‎e in coffee‎, wine, or any other bevera‎g e. It is also quite imperc‎e ptibl‎e to any known method‎of autops‎y.”8 “Do you mean it is a poison‎?” cried Alan, very much horrif‎i ed.9 “Call it a glove-cleane‎r if you like,” said the old man indiff‎e rentl‎y. “Maybe it will clean gloves‎.I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleane‎r. Lives need cleani‎n g someti‎m es.”10 “I want nothin‎g of that sort,” said Alan.11 “Probab‎l y it is just as well,” said the old man. “Do you know the price of this? For one teaspo‎o nful, which is suffic‎i ent, I ask five thousa‎n d dollar‎s. Never less. Not a penny less.”12 “I hope all your mixtur‎e s are not as expens‎i ve,” said Alan appreh‎e nsive‎l y.13 “Oh dear, no,” said the old man. “It would be no good chargi‎n g that sort of price for a love potion‎, for exampl‎e. Young people‎who need a love potion‎very seldom‎have five thousa‎n d dollar‎s. Otherw‎i se they would not need a love potion‎.”14 “I am glad to hear that,” said Alan.15 “I look at it like this,” said the old man. “Please‎a custom‎e r with one articl‎e, and he will come back when he needs anothe‎r. Even if it is more costly‎. He will save up for it, if necess‎a ry.”16 “So,” said Alan, “you really‎do sell love potion‎s?”17 “If I did not sell love potion‎s,” said the old man, reachi‎n g for anothe‎r bottle‎,“I should‎not have mentio‎n ed the other matter‎to you. It is only when one is in a positi‎o n to oblige‎that one can afford‎to be so confid‎e ntial‎. “18 “And these potion‎s,” said Alan. “They are not just … just … er …”19 “Oh, no,” said the old man. “Their effect‎s are perman‎e nt, and extend‎far beyond‎the mere casual‎impuls‎e. But they includ‎e it. Oh, yes they includ‎e it. Bounti‎f ully, insist‎e ntly. Everla‎s tingl‎y.”20 “Dear me!” said Alan, attemp‎t ing a look of scient‎i fic detach‎m ent. “How very intere‎s ting!”21 “But consid‎e r the spirit‎u al side,” said the old man.22 “I do, indeed‎,” said Alan.23 “For indiff‎e rence‎,” said the old man, “they substi‎t ute devoti‎o n. For scorn, adorat‎i on. Give one tiny measur‎e of this to the young lady — its flavou‎r is imperc‎e ptibl‎e in orange‎juice, soup, or cockta‎i ls — and howeve‎r gay and giddy she is, she will change‎altoge‎t her. She will want nothin‎g but solitu‎d e and you.”24 “I can hardly‎believ‎e it,” said Alan. “She is so fond of partie‎s.”25 “She will not like them anymor‎e,” said the old man. “She will be afraid‎of the pretty‎girls you may meet.”26 “She will actual‎l y be jealou‎s?” cried Alan in a raptur‎e. “Of me?”27 “Yes, she will want to be everyt‎h ing to you.”28 “She is, alread‎y. Only she doesn’t care about it.”29 “She will, when she has taken this. She will care intens‎e ly. You will be her sole intere‎s t in life.”30 “Wonder‎f ul!” cried Alan.31 “She will want to know all you do,” said the old man. “All tha t has happen‎e d to you during‎the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinki‎n g about, why you smile sudden‎l y, why you are lookin‎g sad.”32 “That is love!” cried Alan.33 “Yes,” said the old man. “How carefu‎l ly she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draugh‎t, to neglec‎t your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrif‎i ed. She will think you are killed‎, or that some siren has caught‎you.”34 “I can hardly‎imagin‎e Diana like that!” cried Alan, overwh‎e lmed with joy.35 “You will not have to use your imagin‎a tion,” said the old man. “And, by the way, since there are always‎sirens‎, if by any chance‎you should‎, later on, slip a little‎, you need not worry. She will forgiv‎e you, in the end. She will be terrib‎l y hurt, of course‎, but she will forgiv‎e you —in the end.”36 “That will not happen‎,” said Alan ferven‎t ly.37 “Of course‎not,” said the old man. “But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorc‎e you. Oh, no! And, of course‎,she will never give you the least, the very least, ground‎s for —uneasi‎n ess.”38 “And how much,” said Alan, “is this wonder‎f ul mixtur‎e?”39 “It is not as dear,” said the old man, “as the glove-cleane‎r, or life-cleane‎r, as I someti‎m es call it. No. That is five thousa‎n d dollar‎s, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulg‎e in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it.”40 “But the love potion‎?” said Alan.41 “Oh, that,” said the old ma n, openin‎g the drawer‎in the kitche‎n table, and taking‎outa tiny, rather‎dirty-lookin‎g phial. “That is just a dollar‎.”42 “I can’t tell you how gratef‎u l I am,” said Alan, watchi‎n g him fill it.43 “I like to oblige‎,” said the old man. “Then custom‎e rs come back, later in life, when they are better‎off, and want more expens‎i ve things‎. Here you are. You will find it very effect‎i ve.”44 “Thank you again,” said Alan. “Good-bye.”45 “Au revoir‎,” said the man.解酒水艾伦·奥斯丁，紧张得像只小‎猫，心里七上八下‎、忐忑不安的进‎了裴尔街区的‎一个楼道，黑乎乎的楼梯‎咯吱咯吱直响‎。

Unit 7The ChaserJohn Henry Collier1Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dim hallway before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.2He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking-chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars.3An old man sat in the rocking-chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given. “Sit down, Mr. Austen,” said the old man very politely. “I am glad to make your acquaintance.”4“Is it true,” asked Alan, “that you have a certain mixture that has … er … quite extraordinary effects?”5“My dear sir,” replied the old man, “my stock in trade is not very large very large —— I don’t deal in laxative I don’t deal in laxatives and teething mixtures s and teething mixtures — but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary.”6“Well, the fact is …” began Alan. 7“Here, for example,” interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. “Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy.”8“Do you mean it is a poison?” cried Alan, very muc much h horrified.9“Call it a glove glove--cleaner if you like,” said the old man indifferently. “Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes.” cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes.” 10“I want nothing of that sort,” said Alan. 11“Probably it is just as well,” said the old man. “Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less.”12“I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive,” said Alan apprehensively.13“Oh dear, no,” said the old man. “It would be no good charging that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion.” 14“I am glad to hear that,” said Alan.15“I look at it like this,” said the old man. “Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary.” 16“So,” said Alan, “you really do sell love potions?” 17“If I did not sell love potions,” said the old man, reaching for another bottle, “I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so afford to be so confidential. “ confidential. “18“And these potions,” said Alan. “They are not just … just … er …”19“Oh, no,” said the old man. “Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifull yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly.” y, insistently. Everlastingly.” 20“Dear me!” said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. “How very interesting!”21“But consider the spiritual side,” said the old man. 22“I do, indeed,” said Alan. 23“For indifference,” said the old man, “they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady young lady —— its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or cocktails — and however gay and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothin altogether. She will want nothing but solitude and you.” g but solitude and you.”24“I can hardly believe it,” said Alan. “She is so fond of parties.” 25“She will not like them anymore,” said the old man. “She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet.”26“She will actually be jealous?” cried Alan in a rapture. “Of me?”27“Yes, she will want to be everything to you.” 28“She is, already. Only she doesn’t care about it.” 29“She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life.”30“Wonderful!” cried Alan. 31“She will want to know all you do,” said the old man. “All that has happened to you during the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad.”32“That is love!” cried Alan. 33“Yes,” said the old man. “How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you.” that some siren has caught you.” 34“I can hardly imagine Diana like that!” cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy.35 “You will not have to use your imagination,” said the old man. “And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you —— in the end.”will forgive you36 “That will not happen,” said Alan fervently.t, if it did, you need not 37 “Of course not,” said the old man. “Bu“Of course not,” said the old man. “But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for —uneasiness.”38 “And how much,” said Alan, “is this wonderful mixture?”39 “It is not as dear,” said the old man, “as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to indulge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it.”40 “But the love potion?” said Alan.41 “Oh, that,” said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking out a tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. “That is just a dollar.”42 “I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” said Alan, watching him fill it.43“I like to oblige,” said the old man. “Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective.” 44“Thank you again,” said Alan. “Good “Thank you again,” said Alan. “Good--bye.” 45“Au revoir ,” said the ,” said the man. man.解酒水艾伦·奥斯丁，紧张得像只小猫，心里七上八下、忐忑不安的进了裴尔街区的一个楼道，的一个楼道，黑乎乎的楼梯咯吱咯吱直响。

the_chaser_译文《追逐者》一文讲述了一位年轻男子为了追逐爱情，不惜去寻求春药，以求获得其可望而不可得的爱情的故事。

作者约翰·柯里尔，1901年生于英国，后移居美国，从未上过大学，十八九岁时就立志要成为诗人，以短篇小说著名，也著有大量成功的戏剧作品。

艾伦·奥斯丁，紧张得像只小猫，心里七上八下、忐忑不安的进了裴尔街区的一个楼道，黑乎乎的楼梯咯吱咯吱直响。

他在昏暗的平台上停了下来，仔细张望了许久，才看到了那扇门，门上那个模糊不清的名字正是他要找的。

按别人说的，他推开了门，门里面是一间很小的屋子，屋里几乎没什么家具，除了一张餐桌，一把摇椅，还有一把普普通通的椅子。

一面脏乎乎的暗黄色的墙上搁着两个架子，架子上陈列着十几个瓶瓶罐罐。

一位老人正坐在摇椅上，看着报纸。

艾伦一声不吭把别人给的那张卡片递给了老人。

“请坐，奥斯丁先生，”老人礼貌地说。

“很高兴认识你。

”“是真的吗？”艾伦问，“你真有那种药吗，有--嗯—很神奇效果的哪种药吗？”“我亲爱的先生，”老人回答到，“我这儿的货不是很多，不过，我的东西虽不多，品种可也不少。

而且我的这些药，它的药效，严格来说，可没一样可以说是普普通通的。

”“嗯，实际上…….”艾伦开口说。

“像这一瓶，” 老人打断艾伦，指着架子上的一瓶药水说，“这瓶药水跟水一样没颜色，也几乎没有味道，掺在水，葡萄酒，或者其它饮料中很难被察觉。

就算是进行尸体解剖，就现在所知的方法来说，要发现也很难。

”“你的意思，它是毒药吗？”艾伦惊恐的喊道。

“你要是愿意，称它手套清除剂也可，”老人漠然回答，“也许它可以清洗手套，我没试过。

或者称它生命清除剂也未尝不可，生命有时也需要清除，人类才能得以净化。

”“这东西我可一点都不想要，”艾伦说。

“不要更好，”老人说，“你可知道这东西的价格？一茶匙的量，也够用了，我卖五千美元，绝对不能少，一分也不能少。

”“你的药不会都这么贵吧，”艾伦忧心忡忡。

七下第六单元爱丽丝梦游仙境的后续英语作文1. 爱丽丝漫游奇境记的英语作文的续写i was reading alice adventures in a wonderland and suddenly a strong sunlight came out of my book.i closed my eyes because the light was so bright but when i opened my eyes again,i was in book!everything looks just like the wonderland!i was amazed so i walked into the forest which is in front of me.then i saw the cheshire cat sitting in a tree,but he wasn't *** iling.“that was a strange thing.” i said.so i asked him why and he told me,“because the red queen died,so now the king rules everything.since the king hates strange things,so he lets out a rule which means that no strange things can happen again.now everyone in wonderland is normal,but we don't like it .”i felt bad about it ,becouse the people here seems to be very unhappy.i went through the forest and found out the mathatter ,the march hare and their mouse weren't having a mad tea party,instead they were just drinking tea with a big frown on their faces.suddenly i found out that i was still holding my book on my hand,so a great idea popped in my head.because i read the book before,so i know exactlly how to go to the castle by shortcut.after a minute or o ,i entered the castle and found the king sitting by the window and reading a book called the world outside wonderland.so i wentstraight to him and sa id,”mr.king,it seems that you love the world outside of the wonderland,how about having a change?i'll be the queen and you go to my world.” the king said xcitedly,”that'swonderful!yes!let's have a change!”i opened my book and the light covered the king and he vanished like*** oke.i felt really happy because now the people in wonderland can be happy again.so,i lived happilly ever after with my strange,mad friends.of couse,the king never came back again.。

t h e-c h a s e r续写精品文档The Continued Part of The Chaser Written by MyselfTen years later, the same tiny room, the same old man sitting in the same rocking chair, but the emotion of Alan seems quite different.“Sit down, Mr. Austen”, said the old man, “I am glad to meet you again. Do you enjoy the effects of the mixture?”“Well… that is OK, I mean… it is really sufficient.” sitting on the chair uneasily, “But, er…” “Everything here is sufficient actually, not only the love potion but also the glove-cleaner, or the life-cleaner, if you’d like to call it like this.” interrupted the old man. “Yeah, of course they do,” said Alan, “but er…do you…I mean have you got any method to get rid of the effects?” asked Alan quite embarrassedly. “My dear sir,” replied the old man, “the effects of the mixtures here are permanent.”“So, you mean you don’t?” with some sweats on his forehead, “No, it can’t be true! You’ve must got something… something to cancel it!” flap ped the table without control. “Well, well, well,” said the old man, holding Alan to sit back “you don’t have to be so worried, Mr. Austen.” “You can find whatever you want here, although some of them are little expensive, like the life-cleaner. It is five thousand dollars, never a penny less, many people still try to save up for it to get their goals.” “I have nothing to ask for but turning Diana back! I don’t want this doll! I miss her, miss the real her so much!” cried Alan with a hoarse voice. “if you don’t love her anymore, why not just do something?” said the old man. “What do you mean? You mean you can help me?” looking back to the old man very eagerly. “It is my pleasure, my dear sir,” said the old man with an unnoticed smile on his face. “Wonderful!” cried Alan excitedly. “What should I do then?” “You s ee, everything here is sufficient, and I’m sure you can find what you need to help you.” shaking a bottle gently, a bottle which is quite familiar. “you mean the life cleaner?” widen his eyes ,“No! No! No! I will neve r kill her! She is Diana.” shooking his head desperately. “yes, my dear sir, she is Diana, if you really think so.” Put the bottle down and returned to his newspaper.Recalling all the things happened these ten years, Al an’s eyes focus on the bottle again. “maybe, you are right.” murmured Alan, “She is not Diana! She stole my dearest Diana!” Alan lost control of himself and become devilish. “I will kill her, the siren! No body will know it, right? ”“Yes, of course. It is colourless, tastless and imperceptible to any known method of autopsy.” but as I told you before, it is a little dear, but I am sure it is not a problem for you, my dear sir.”“it is not a case if the siren can be punished!” said Alan undoubtedly an d hand over a check with 5000 dollars. “OK, my dearest sir, it is yours now.” the old man handed over the bottle after he filled it and smiled with wrinkles all over his face. Grabbed it over, Alan went out of the room. “Good luck, young man.” Said th e old man in a low voice.收集于网络，如有侵权请联系管理员删除。

Continuation of The ChaserAlan Austen, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and he pushed open the door, just as thirty years ago. And the full moon had already flied to the midnight, lightening most of the areas with little silver light, but there were always some places light could not reach.“Do you know what have happened in the past thirty years?” said Alan quietly. The low but strong voice broke the silent darkness, which sounded much older, as far as his real age, fifty, was concerned. And there was nobody at all, if you did not search carefully, you would never find the lineament of the very old gentleman.“Of course, I do,” said the old man. “She did exactly what I had promised to you thirty years ago.” sai d the old man. And all of it seemed had nothing to do with him.“Yes, yes, yes she did all the things you guaranteed,” sputtered Alan. “She loves parties, she is so jealous about other girls that I even can not talk or work with them, she keeps asking what I have done this morning and she ...... she never gets herself stopped. ” Alan was so angry that he even could not get enough breathe.“But that is what you want, and I have already told youthat,” said the old man, sitting still in the darkness.“what I want ? ! Absolutely it is not what I want,” spluttered Alan again. “ I want her to care about me deeply inside, not the daily affairs, or my schedule...... and not how many bread I have eaten for today ’ breakfast ” Alan calmed himself down since he had released all the emotions which had been piled up for thirty years. He sat down on the dirty floor, breathing freely, while the moon was covered by an uninvited cloud. It was getting darker and darker.“Oh, that is really a tragedy,” said the old man peacef ully. The fire in his heart is raging, and he thought it was so lucky to be in the darkness that his excited appearance would be noticed by Alan.“ So I am here to get the glove-cleaner, for free, ” said Alan. “it is the antidote of the love potion, is it ? ”“ Free ? Five thousand dollars, never a penny less, ” said the old man. He tried to hide his excitement with the help of the darkness, but there were also some little noises coming from his voice.Yes, it did. And Alan noticed that.It is so dark. The entire life passed before his eyes, which was supposed to be so happy and enjoyable, but it ended with thelove potion he brought from the old man thirty years ago. And we could say that his life was done thirty years ago.He avoided looking at the direction where the voice came from, standing up and heading for the deep darker place, where the old man stayed. And then the lineament of the old man was gone forever. Nobody could notice that, even Alan. That’s why there was always clouds here to cover the moonlight. It could make it much easier to do those dirty things we dare not on the daytime.As for Alan, it was also too dark to tell what exactly happened to him. It was just too dark.The next day morning, when the first sunshine went though the narrow lane of Pell Street, people discovered two bodies lying on the floor. Obviously the old man was killed by Alan, but for Alan’s death, it was still a mystery.。

The Continued Part of The Chaser Written by MyselfTen years later, the same tiny room, the same old man sitting in the same rocking chair, but the emotion of Alan seems quite different.“Sit down, Mr. Austen”, said the old man, “I am glad to meet you again. Do you enjoy the effects of the mixture?”“Well… that is OK, I mean… it is really sufficient.” sitting on the chair uneasily, “But, er…”“Everything here is sufficient actually, not only the love potion but also the glove-cleaner, or the life-clea ner, if you’d like to call it like this.” interrupted the old man.“Yeah, of course they do,” said Alan, “but er…do you…I mean have you got any method to get rid of the effects?” asked Alan quite embarrassedly.“My dear sir,” replied the old man, “the effects of the mixtures here are permanent.”“So, you mean you don’t?” with some sweats on his forehead, “No, it can’t be true! You’ve must got something… something to cancel it!” flapped the table without control.“Well, well, well,” said the old man, holding Alan to sit back “you don’t have to be so worried, Mr. Austen.” “You can find whatever you want here, although some of them are little expensive, like the life-cleaner. It is five thousand dollars, never a penny less, many people still try to save up for it to get their goals.”“I have nothing to ask for but turning Diana back! I don’t want this doll! I miss her, miss the real her so much!” cried Alan with a hoarse voice.“if you don’t love her anymore, why not just do something?” said the old man.“What do you mean? You mean you can help me?” looking back to the old man very eagerly.“It is my pleasure, my dear sir,” said the old man with an unnoticed smile on his face. “Wonderful!” cried Alan excitedly. “What should I do then?”“You see, everything here is sufficient, and I’m sure you can find what you need to help you.” shaking a bottle gently, a bottle which is qu ite familiar.“you mean the life cleaner?” widen his eyes ,“No! No! No! I will never kill her! She is Diana.” shooking his head desperately.“yes, my dear sir, she is Diana, if you really think so.” Put the bottle down and returned to his newspaper.Re calling all the things happened these ten years, Alan’s eyes focus on the bottle again. “maybe, you are right.” murmured Alan, “She is not Diana! She stole my dearest Diana!” Alan lost control of himself and become devilish. “I will kill her, the siren! No body will know it, right? ”“Yes, of course. It is colourless, tastless and imperceptible to any known method of autopsy.” but as I told you before, it is a little dear, but I am sure it is not a problem for you, my dear sir.”“it is not a case if the siren can be punished!” said Alan undoubtedly and hand over a check with 5000 dollars.“OK, my dearest sir, it is yours now.” the old man handed over the bottle after he filled it and smiled with wrinkles all over his face.Grabbed it over, Alan went out of the room.“Good luck, young man.” Said the old man in a low voice.。