Just twenty minutes after sitting down for a blind date, the manager of a beauty salon slapped a 300,000-yuan bill in front of me. “Mr. Zhou, your wife spent this amount. Please settle the bill.” But I was unmarried, thirty-two years old, and meeting a blind date for the very first time. She knew my name, phone number, home address, and workplace with perfect accuracy. She even knew which restaurant I would be dining at that evening. Two men in black suits stood behind her, blocking the exit. I called the police. The surveillance footage showed that the so-called “300,000-yuan treatments” had taken only fourteen minutes, and the payment QR code belonged to the manager's personal account. The person on the phone claiming to be my wife couldn't even recite my parents' full names. This wasn't a case of mistaken identity. And the person handing me the knife was, unbelievably, her?