Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-One The Wandering Man
The night is glitzy and the lights are as numerous as the sea,
A series of neon high-rise buildings, a series of brilliant avenues, the development of the fourth largest city in the United States is vast in the dark,
Compared with Calgary, which basically relies on the oil industry, it has developed towards diversification in the 1980s, with a high degree of medical, aerospace, transportation, education, international trade and finance...
Houston's nights are noisier and more prosperous.
And just in a place where you can overlook this bustling scene, on the roof of a building not far from the city center,
There is nothing, only the darkness of the night wind,
A man stood here with vacant eyes. He glanced at the bustling scene in the city center in the distance. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.
Then,
Jumped from the roof of the building.
The height of six or seven floors was already deadly enough. When his feet left the roof, the night wind howled suddenly, and the ground hit him at an extremely fast speed!
It was already dark, and no one noticed this scene.
But at the moment when the man fell to the ground!
A red lace ring appeared out of thin air, a jet of darkness suddenly rushed out from it, and then everything underneath the man fell to the surface floated up!
In the blurred vision of falling, I can only feel a blur in front of my eyes.
The next second, the man found that he was still standing on the roof of the building, with the night wind blowing coldly. The experience of jumping from the roof of the building just a few seconds ago,
It's so unreal that one suspects it's just a hallucination that occurred in a trance.
He also thought so, but the man just looked around blankly, looked at the bottom of the building silently, and fell forward again with no strength.
boom--
The figure fell to the ground, and this time the 'hallucination' did not happen again.
But before he fell forward, an invisible force pulled his body back and made him fall asleep unconsciously.
At this moment, Fangran walked out of the dark corner on the roof and looked at the man on the ground in front of him and sighed helplessly.
Jumping off a building to commit suicide is not an easy way to escape. The feeling of your body losing support and falling to the ground will instantly amplify your fear infinitely.
The acceleration of gravity will be like a person grabbing your neck tightly, making it difficult for you to breathe, the muscles of your body will be stiff, and your eyes and ears will be congested and your senses will be blurred.
As long as the fear in the mind is very clear, emotions such as regret, collapse, and nostalgia will appear easily.
But from the moment you jump off, you can't look back.
In the end, he can only face his own death amidst boundless fear and regret.
After surviving such an experience, Fangran thought he would wonder if he was hallucinating, and collapsed to the ground with lingering fear. He realized the fear of death and lived well.
But he never expected that he would make the same choice without regaining consciousness.
In the Rolls-Royce, I sensed the warnings from Haiji and Mullin patrolling the surroundings, and directly used the [Run Card]. I didn't have time to control it carefully and directly floated an area with the [Floating Card].
Fangran finally saved this man in the critical moment of only three or four seconds.
But now it seems that it is not that simple to really 'save' him.
A person who really wants to die will find another chance to commit suicide even if he is saved once.
Knowing this truth very well, Fangran looked at the fallen man in front of him, and after some consideration, decided to contact his family first.
Wanting to find contact information from him, I squatted down, but at the moment I turned the other person's body over,
Fangran was slightly stunned for a moment.
He is probably in his forties, and his appearance is full of traces of the vicissitudes of life. There is stubble on his thin face, and there is a hint of fatigue that cannot be concealed in the wrinkles near his sunken eye sockets.
What appeared in front of Fangran's eyes at this moment was a somewhat familiar face.
I grabbed this feeling of familiarity and tried to recall it. It took me a while,
Just now, in the past few days, my memory has been filled with energy agreements, scenes, dances, underground spaces, dark worlds and other major events.
Find out the memories about him from the passers-by who have some impressions along the way.
This was Uncle George who kindly took him and Celica to the city on the night they left the black market.
Recalling that time, it seemed that the driving route was the same as tonight. I couldn't believe this amazing coincidence.
Fangran looked at George who was sleeping and couldn't find anything on him to contact his family.
After thinking for a while, I finally exhaled,
Calling Mullin back fell on his shoulders.
Symbolizing 'memory', it comes from the power of the night device to peer into other people's hearts, but it is not pleasant to feel the ups and downs of other people's lives from an almost first-person perspective.
Fangran has always tried his best to avoid using this ability.
Contact the police and let El investigate or hand it over to Adeline directly. There is no other way to deal with this situation.
I was just thinking about his death wish to fall outside the building again, thinking that this was a procrastination,
Could it be that after I left tonight, I couldn't save the tragedy of him jumping off the building to death? Could it be that it was just a kind of hypocrisy out of temporary good intentions, obviously trying my best but not being responsible to the end?
Thinking of his gentle smile when he offered me a ride that night, I felt that maybe this was the reason for accepting the help.
Mana consumption, ability activation,
Although it is not the state of Ye Qi's liberation and can only be roughly felt like a bystander, it is enough to find the reason why he committed suicide by jumping off the building.
When Mullin turned into a black light and melted into his black eyes, the memories belonging to 'George' flooded towards Fangran!
Then the results were somewhat unexpected.
He didn't 'see' any human tragedies such as wives and children being separated or families being destroyed, nor were there any major desperate emergencies such as gambling debts and repayments.
In George's peaceful life there is only...
A wave of hesitation.
He is 42 years old and is a driver at a recycling depot. His daily job is to sit in his car and drive the recycled items in the city to the suburban scrapyard.
There is no holiday, it goes back and forth.
His job does not require interaction with people, and he has no friends in this city.
Every morning after I wake up and go out, I get in the car and sit on an old seat with only accelerator, brake, steering wheel and other things.
Start a day of monotonous work that can last up to ten hours.
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Work,
Working sedentary for long periods of time always causes pain in his shoulders and waist, and he basically endures it.
Until get off work.
His young colleagues who would not be able to work for long did not interact with him very much, and he did not have the capital to follow them to cheap bars where men and women hang out.
He doesn't smoke or drink,
Without any social entertainment, he went home directly after get off work,
He left the old car he had been riding in for a day and returned to the small house filled with all kinds of daily clutter, where he lived every day.
His teenage son is in his rebellious phase, a campus gangster who doesn't care about his studies and despises his work.
His wife is an out-of-shape, fat woman who works as a waitress in a restaurant. She married him after being dumped by her former boyfriend. She always has all kinds of dissatisfaction and complaints against him.
‘Can’t you work harder! We can only afford the rent this month and the tuition after Wood. When can I move out from here?’
His family has been at the bottom of society struggling below the poverty line since he was a child. He has not received a good education and does not know how to change his life or his next generation.
Even though I have reached middle age, my fantasy of a better life still sadly remains.
Thinking about the prosperity of the city center that I longed for when I was young, thinking about my current quagmire life, my son's contempt, my wife's complaints,
Inferiority, negativity, self-doubt...all kinds of feelings of inferiority are burning in the heart of someone who is over forty years old.
It takes him a long time to relax and fall asleep every night...
Then when I wake up it's the same day all over again.
Go out, get in the car, sit in the driver's seat, no one talks, no one communicates, just looking at the unchanged scenery and the same route,
I bought four burgers at noon, ate them in the car, and rested in the car.
Then I started working in the afternoon and endured the soreness in my shoulders until I got off work. I had no place to go and went home directly.
'Wood fights with his classmates. I have to go to school tomorrow and my salary will be deducted for another day. Really! If your salary can be increased, I won't have to worry about the less money I will make if I take leave tomorrow!'
After listening to my wife's usual complaints, I went to bed feeling exhausted...
Then wake up and start the same day.
Going out, getting in the car, the same location, the same people,
Buy a hamburger at noon, eat it, and rest,
If your shoulder hurts, endure it, get off work, and go home.
'My friend's husband made an extra three hundred dollars this month. You can make some extra money anytime. I really don't understand why I married you at that time!'
complain, sleep,
Then another day.
Go out, get in the car...
.....
It’s not like one or two days, nor is it like one month or two months.
But life day after day, year after year,
There is no social interaction, no friends, no one cares about me, no one cares about my life and death, and no direction to live.
There is no joy or hope in life, and the pain is so painful that no light can be seen.
In a cage-like place, repeating the low-level work that barely makes a living, even if it hurts, you can only grit your teeth and persevere, because if you don't do this, you can't live.
Every day I grit my teeth and get through it hard, and then I think about having to live this kind of life again tomorrow.
A suffocating feeling of being out of breath.
From George's memory, Fangran only 'saw' such repressed things, and there were no drastic changes like family destruction or desperation.
From his life, which was repeated day by day and was as smooth as a pool of stagnant water,
Sold out burgers, wife's complaints, sore shoulders, broken radio...
Fangran only saw such small despair piled up together.
Enough! Enough! I can't hold on anymore! I really can't hold on anymore! I don't want to live this kind of life anymore!
I've had enough of the pain and torture every night before going to sleep!
Do I have to live in such suffering until I grow old and die?
Let it end! Let me be free!
Seeing him clasping his hands in his hair and crying out in pain, Fangran suddenly thought of that night at the black market. He saw why George's smile felt familiar to him.
He had seen it on Krim's face.
But compared with the young super genius, George is a middle-aged uncle in his forties who is struggling at the bottom of society.
He wanders in this world, living in confusion.
The collapse of adults often happens in an instant.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered this sentence, and suddenly understood the reason for his suicide.
Fangran couldn't help but sigh after being silent, looking for the 'moment' that detonated all his accumulated despair and made him want to jump off the roof of the building.
Then Fangran found it in George's memory.
It was a night a few days ago,
On his way to work, he picked up an unforgettable beauty and a energetic foreign boy.
Listening to the young man thanking himself loudly in unfamiliar English, repetitive and depressing, color finally appeared in the hopeless life.
The sense of accomplishment of helping others gave him a rare feeling of excitement.
But that night, the police cordoned off a block because of an emergency.
He could only go around so far that when his car ran out of gas, he had to go to another gas station.
Then looking at the much higher prices above,
He doesn't have that much money.
After the mood was lifted, I experienced a small despair, and other small despairs caused by this incident, like a butterfly effect in the following days,
The last straw finally broke George's already broken psychological defense.
And at this moment, the 'fuse' that triggered all his despair and made him want to jump off the roof was confirmed, and he learned the reason for the blockade.
The moment I saw that dark Bugatti,
Fangran's black eyes suddenly widened, as if an extremely turbulent wave was erupting in his heart without any warning.
Returning from the dark world, solving the crisis in the energy field, seeing the extraordinary scene of the night battle world, and being active in it, the feeling of lightness and satisfaction,