Chapter 416 The man who came back from the dead in the spiral of contradictions
"ah--!"
Yan Tiaoba sat up abruptly, and the early morning sunlight shone on his face through the gauze curtain, illuminating the ferocious and terrifying face. He gasped for air, and subconsciously reached out to touch his face. chest.
"So it was a nightmare..."
After checking up and down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly took a breath of cold air with a grin on his face. This body that had been beaten to the point of being bruised all over would not be able to recover in just a few days.
As if to retaliate against his irresponsible master, he felt extremely sore even with simple activities, but the physical discomfort was still a minor matter. Thinking back to that nightmare, Yan Tiaoba felt uneasy.
If it was a nightmare, it was a terrible nightmare, and his nights always ended in such a nightmare.
The clock hanging on the wall showed that it was still very early, but Yan Tiaoba had no intention of going back to sleep. This time was already his normal working time, but he had already killed someone, so he couldn't go there. Work doesn't matter anymore.
He dragged his scarred body up and looked around the unfamiliar room.
This is an ordinary single apartment, and the entire building is full of such apartments. The man and woman I met that night are the owners of this building, and they generously lent me one of the empty rooms to live in. , there is no reward for recognition.
If judged by the standards of today's society, there is no doubt that the man and woman are good people, but he doesn't know the specific definition of good people.
But why do they want to help me? Is it because I asked them for help, or does it have other purposes?
Such thoughts suddenly appeared in Yan Tiaoba's mind, and he immediately let out a deep laugh, as if he was laughing at his own excessive associations. As a murderer, what value did he have to deserve others to care about him.
I'm afraid that my greatest value now is my value as a wanted criminal, but looking at the words and deeds of the man and woman, it looks like they are descendants of those big families, and they shouldn't care about those small changes.
Well, if you look at it this way, you really are worthless.
Yan Tiaoba thought wildly, then walked outside the apartment and wandered aimlessly.
It had been a week since he committed the murder. At first, he was still walking on the streets of the residential area with fear, fearing that the police would suddenly rush out and take him away. However, it seemed that nothing had ever happened in the world as usual. Like the hands on a clock, they revolve around daily life without any change.
Could it be that the body hasn't been found yet? But it's been a week, and it's still a relatively prosperous apartment building. How can a dead person be found?
It seems that everyone always criticizes the police as tax thieves, which makes sense.
But now Yan Tiaoba is extremely grateful for this low efficiency, so that he can continue to wander outside for a while, but he will still be caught after all. After all, he is only a half-baked person and has no awareness and ability to clean the crime scene. .
If you think about it this way, what does your current freedom mean? You won't be able to escape the sanctions in the end anyway. Since the future has been determined, then the present has no meaning.
【Maybe you can go home and have a look.】
He thought to himself, but quickly gave up the idea. No matter what, he still had no intention of returning to that home.
Not long after leaving the house, Yan Tiaoba walked to a square with a bronze dog statue, found a bench and sat down, and looked up at the electronic announcement billboard hanging on the building.
Today is just an ordinary working day, but there are still many pedestrians. The streets are full of people, men, women, middle-aged office workers, young students, elderly people who get up early to exercise... all kinds of people are here passed in front of.
Yan Tiaoba looked at their faces. Almost everyone was smiling and full of knowledge. They all seemed to have their own goals. No one felt confused. They were all working hard for their own lives and believed that with their own efforts Tomorrow will be better.
Compared with them, he felt like an alien that was out of place, simply sinking into the dust.
But are they really not confused? The bright clothes among people cover up the hypocrisy and corruption inside. They are also human beings like themselves. If they are human beings, they will have all kinds of troubles.
Their faces are wearing masks, who can see the faces under the masks?
All things in the world are the same on the outside and inside, but they also have geometry
He tried to find the real face among the crowd with whom he could not blend in, but he failed, because only he knew whether it was a mask or a real face, so how could he know.
He suddenly remembered his terrible family. Many things had broken down a long time ago, but he had just pretended to turn a blind eye and wanted to rely on his own strength to restore the broken family.
But how is that possible? I am just an ordinary human being. Maybe my only specialty is running, but I have also discarded this specialty, leaving only an ordinary self.
Everyone in the family must be in pain, whether it's the self who is forced to give up his ideals, the father who drinks all the time, or the numb and busy mother.
In his memory, the only remaining memory of the word "home" was the endless noise. His alcoholic father was beating and scolding his mother. He watched indifferently from the side. He returned to his small room and shut out the outside world. Isolate yourself, only in this way can you enjoy a moment of peace.
He subconsciously inserted his hand into the pocket of his coat and touched a small piece of cold iron. He took it out and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.
This is a small key, strange yet somewhat familiar. In my memory, this key seems to be used to open a certain door, but which door is it?
Yan Tiaoba tried hard to recall, but found nothing. His empty eyes looked past the endless flow of people and looked up at the sky above his head.
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Just like this, without realizing it, the sun rising in the east was about to set in the west, and the night surged up like a tide, flooding this far east city. It took him an unknown amount of time before he came back to his senses and set his sights again. onto the crowd in front of him.
No matter who they are, they all have their own destination and their own [home], but where is their [home]?
Yan Tiaoba shook his head, and then he felt that he was so ridiculous. What's the use of having a "home" for a person with no future.
He stood up slowly, moved his stiff body, and was about to return to the apartment building. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman carrying a shopping bag broke into his field of vision.
When he saw the middle-aged woman's face clearly, Yan Tiaoba couldn't help but shuddered, as if he had seen something terrible.