"A home-invasion shooting and murder case of a vile nature occurred at Tianguo Fuyin Health Products Co., Ltd. in Room 306 of the Gerwin Building in West City, Orlando."
"Currently, the murderer is on the run, and the number of victims has reached 21, including eight clergymen from a small evangelical church in the suburbs of the county who were also brutally murdered."
"According to the tire tracks left at the scene and surveillance video, the murderer was a black adult male about 195 centimeters tall."
"He was driving a Chevrolet Camaro from the outskirts of the county to the north of the city. I ask all Miami citizens to actively cooperate with the state police investigation and provide clues for the arrest - thank you!"
A sweet female voice came from the radio in the fast food restaurant, and you regained control of your body again.
I'm very dissatisfied, Ben Richter.
I'm really angry, this isn't the first time.
Obviously you can live a happy life, you can become a lion, but you have to pretend to be a sheep.
You have no way out, I can only help you get here.
Look at the motorway service point. If you leave your car keys on the roof of your car, what else could it be? There will be a scapegoat to help you get away with it - hahahahaha!~
Did you see that? A guy managed to open the door and got into the cab.
Yes, that's it. It's about 700 meters away. Do you want to go out and have a look?
You stood up and used your last eight dollars to buy a chicken roll and a medium Coke. This is the simplest happiness.
Then you walked out of the gas station and looked into the distance. Four Ford Explorers surrounded your stolen car. It seemed that everything was so logical.
This little thief is a habitual criminal, and he wanted to arrest him, but he took twelve bullets and still ran into the countryside. He is still running!
His bullet resistance is much stronger than yours! Mr. Ben!
You really should do some self-examination, why can't you eat so many warheads?
He had run eighty feet, then collapsed, then slowly, gasping for air, waiting for medical assistance.
During this time, he will die a slow and painful death, and you can only watch.
"Hey hey hey..."
Ben Richter's grin blossomed, and you felt unusually peaceful.
You walked out of the service point and headed to the parking lot. While it was getting late, there was a Ford Mustang in the darkness at dusk. You stared at it - it looked like a hot girl.
How long do you have to work and pay to get it?
You are not sure, maybe you will never have a chance in this life.
You hesitated for a while, just for a moment, then pried open the window, successfully ignited the car, and headed further north.
You clean up all the broken glass from the car windows and watch the seaside scenery along the interstate highway.
You sing along with the Eagles' "Desperado", and the mountains and sea outside the window are looking at you.
Yes, they are calling you and they are telling you stories.
You seem to understand what the city is saying, Ben Richter.
All of a sudden you can hardly see anything clearly, but all of a sudden, you burst into tears.
"Desperado, why don't you e to your senses?"
[Desperado, why are you still awake?]
"You've been out ridin' fences for so long now."
[I have been building a wall in my heart for so long]
"Oh, you're a hard one."
[Oh! You stubborn guy]
"I know that you've got your reasons."
[But I know you have your reasons]
You decide to go to Washington, to Jenny's city.
She is not your ex-wife, nor is she your girlfriend.
She was just a cheerleader for the University of Florida basketball team, and she had a one-night stand with you.
You said that was the happiest time in your life. You could hold a beautiful woman in your arms and talk all kinds of fancy words. It seemed that no difficulty in the world could trouble you.
You say you will become a policeman or an NBA star, but you don’t know why black people have to work hard to shoot the ball, or--
——As long as you shoot the ball, you can get more than 30 million US dollars a year. As long as you do this, you can become a multi-millionaire.
There are still so many people hungry in this world, and so many people suffering.
There are so many people struggling in pain and sorrow.
But you want to shoot basketball and make so much money!
When you talk to this white girl about these things, you know--
——You know you are a young and strong fool. Such is life, Mr. Ben.
Your soul makes me feel bitter and I want to cry.
Stop fucking singing! Please!
"These things that are pleasin' you!"
[Things that make you happy now]
"Can hurt you somehow."
[It can also make your heart ache]
"Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy..."
[Children, don’t draw that Queen of Diamonds—(The Queen of Diamonds can be a metaphor for money and power, or it can also refer to a girl who is materialistic and difficult to reach)]
"She'll beat you if she's able"
[All she will bring you is pain.]
"You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.."
[You know that the Q of red hearts is always your best choice - (the Q of red hearts can be a metaphor for true love)]
Have you ever had true love? Ben?
Real love? Family or friendship? Love?
When you get out of the police station, no one seems willing to help you, and it's too late to avoid you.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When you come out of drug rehab, you have almost nothing -
——Ben Rickert.
Welcome to America, a place where it's all about money!
Let's go! Keep going! Keep driving forward!
The scenery on the east coast is beautiful, with low hills, culverts, white beaches, a thin line of sky and water, and a bloody sunset.
Listen to the roar of the engine! It will also have to pay emissions tax in two years. The whole world is saving energy and reducing emissions, and is becoming carbon neutral.
No fire, only electricity!
You may never hear the sound of an internal combustion engine again, but it is the sound of an era.
The road is like a cradle. We are all children drowned in the cradle, and we always have a childish temper.
Are you listening to me Ben?
"Get out of my head..." You said, gently rubbing your temples: "Please, shut up."
"I don't want to do this, I don't want to..."
"This is not my intention, I just think..."
"I just feel like, no no no no..."
You finally put away all your kindness and wiped out all your conscience.
You just feel that there is not an innocent soul killed by the gun. This damn United States has abolished the death penalty, but there are so many unjust, false and wrong cases, and so many violent law enforcement.
Just for the North American Rifle Association to continue to enforce legal gun ownership, it will cost 303 lives in one day, on the first day of the new year, and they will all be killed by guns.
You're a little tired, Ben, even though I've said it many times.
You almost fell asleep from exhaustion. When you came to the suburbs of Washington, you found a second-hand black car market and gave the car of your dreams to a fat man for two thousand dollars.
You went to the convenience store and looked for a phone——
——Dialed the number of death, dialed the hotline of hell.
...
...
[Part2·Can’t wait]
"Jane?" You were a little nervous and didn't know how to tell this story.
After all, Jenny, like you, is already in her thirties and is no longer young.
"Jenny?" You are not sure whether the person opposite the phone number is still the same person as before.
"Oh! Oh oh oh! Wow!" A tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Who is it? I didn't remember that I left a contact person for advertising and promotion?"
"I'm Ben." You introduced yourself, feeling suddenly happy.
Because Jenny is still so energetic, her voice sounds very young.
Jenny: "Who?"
You say: "Ben Richter..."
Jenny: "Which one?"
She seems to have forgotten you, which is normal. The last time you had a passionate kiss was thirteen years ago.
You continued: "Ben Rickert, when he was in college..."
"Basketball team, right?!" Jenny was very happy. She seemed to have won a lottery ticket and suddenly started screaming: "Little nigger! You can still find me? Do you remember this number?"
"Even if you turn into ashes, remember..." You really care about this woman, and your life goals seem to be closely related to her.
Jenny asked in surprise: "What do you want from me? I just got off work!"
"I came to Washington..." you continued, feeling a little guilty: "I want to have a drink with you..."
"You want to sleep with me?!" Jenny said bluntly, like a crazy bitch. She has always been like this: "Hahahaha! You little pervert..."
"No, no, no! No!" You quickly explained: "No, I just want to have a drink with you."
"What a pity!" Jenny said in a playful tone, "I'm not there! Are you free next week? I've already gone to Phoenix - a client is looking for me."
You are a little disappointed that you can't get back the black car you just sold.
Hiding for another week? This is so hard...
"oh..."
Jenny: "Are you busy at work?"
You quickly said: "A little bit."
Jenny: "No time? Want to give me a surprise?"
You continued: "Originally I didn't have this plan, but suddenly I got an extra vacation..."
Jenny: "Are you still working as a police officer in Florida? I see your Twitter hasn't been updated in three years..."
You smiled and said, "Will you like me occasionally?"
Jenny: "My likes are not that easy to get! Bro!"
You then asked: "I guess I'm not free. How about changing the time, or next month? Or..."
Or never seen again——
——You think this, emphasize it repeatedly, and say it to yourself.
Or never again. Jenny seems to be in good spirits.
Maybe she is married, or not?
Or you have been playing games with your life and it has nothing to do with you.
Ben Richter, you are in great danger and your death is coming.
"Hahahahahaha!~Ouch!~" Jenny laughed loudly: "Listen to your disappointed tone!~I'm in Washington, I'm here! Where are you? I came to see you? Have you driven?"
You responded quickly: "I came by bus, not a car."
With that said, you see bars across the street and many shops like this outside the second-hand car market. They are usually sales caves reserved for sales bosses to negotiate business.
"I'll wait for you in Wenrou Township."
"Where?" Jenny asked next.
You repeatedly described the characteristics of the bar: "It's right in Wenwen Township, on Baiyeshu Avenue on the outskirts of the city, next to the second-hand car market."
"Ben!" Jenny rushed out from the bar door——
——You can't imagine this scene, you are almost soaked with the sweet smell.
She was like a dancing butterfly, still wearing a stripper's costume. She didn't have time to change out of it, so she ran all the way over.
She dyed her beautiful red hair, and the years carved harsh scars on her face, which were straightened by medical aesthetic surgery. The collapsed skeletal muscles gradually changed her beyond recognition.
But those eyes don't lie. When she sees you, she is still as full of energy as when she was in her early twenties.
She cut off the phone call and suddenly jumped into your arms——
"——Oh my god! You fucking stink too! Nigger!" Jenny couldn't laugh or cry.
You raised your hands high, like a prisoner being pointed at a gun, smiling awkwardly.
"Is there a place for me to take a bath?"
Jenny: "Of course! Kiss me?"
"You work here?" You couldn't accept it for a while, looking at the bright and colorful sign of Wenwen Township.
Jenny slapped your forehead and felt a little blood, but she was a rough person and didn't care at all.
"Otherwise? I like it! I'm happy to!"
"Let me take a shower first..." You almost knelt down and begged for mercy——
——Jenny let go of you and took you to the staff dormitory in Wenrou Township.
You almost fell into a prostitute's den. There were sexy underwear everywhere in the corridor, and bed sheets and quilt covers from small hotels everywhere.
There were many older sisters shooting at Jenny on the road - they yelled, and when they saw you, they could shout any dirty word or pornographic accent.
You hid in Jenny's cubicle as if you were escaping from prison, then took off your coat and vest and asked while taking a shower.
"I thought you were married..."
Jenny was sitting by the bed playing with her mobile phone, and by the way, she turned on the live broadcast, and started posing in front of her less than 5,000 fans.
"Hi! I caught a big fat sheep today! The boss is still taking a bath! He is willing to pay 6,000 dollars to buy me for a night!~"
You were suddenly stunned, as if you couldn't understand these words.
Jenny winked at you and asked you not to speak.
As if possessed by a demon, she finished reading the sponsor's advertisement, finished talking about condoms and electric toothbrushes, then danced again, and finally closed the live broadcast room exhausted.
"Marrying? Are you kidding..."
Jenny’s face was filled with disgust——
"——I am a woman of the new era! I am on my own! Who wants to get married? How wonderful the world is! How much trouble will there be if there are multiple brats? I am so tired living alone, why do I have children?"
Even though you have turned the hot water on to maximum, the water temperature is still a bit cold.
You didn't know how to answer this sentence, but you just had a vague feeling that coming to Washington might be a mistake, and you shouldn't disturb Jenny's life.
"Nothing...nothing..."
"Little nigger? What about you?" Jenny returned to the bedside and shook her legs. She found two syringes from under the pillow and held them in her hands.
When you saw the things in the trash can, you already guessed something. This woman is a poisonous person, just like you once - she has fallen into the abyss and it is difficult to get up again.