Chapter 3: Escape and Exile
Uncle Clark was merciful. Only the comminuted fracture of his right leg still caused me so much pain that I could only lie in the sailor's room and listen to the loud noises and frolics in the tanker. It made me feel itchy. There was at least one thing about Colonel Heaton that I admired very much, that is, he said "JOY! You are a poor guy who can't give up his optimism even if he dies..." It can be seen that his remaining eye is still very vicious.
The cabin door opened with a "stuck" sound. It was the little sailor who rescued me. I remember his name was Zhen. Well, I should be really lucky that those rich men cast out their fishing nets to catch sharks alive on a whim, otherwise I would probably be one with this dear sea.
Zhenbu brought me some food. Seeing my low spirits, he said, "Bing, are you okay? It's a pity that you can't walk. The medical facilities on the ship really can't heal your injuries. You should be lucky to be able to save your life despite such injuries."
I smiled faintly and took the sardines and vegetables. Compared to these, I still like Chinese food. Even Yangzhou fried rice is easier to stomach than these cold things. Unlike Xiaona and my father, I am always open to the kindness of others and never reject others.
I asked: "Where is this boat going?"
Zhenwu packed it up and said: "This is a public oil tanker for Brazilian rich people, bound for Asia to watch fighting games."
This is the only good news I have heard in the past few days, and asked: " Can we dock in China at that time? By the way, what is a fighting competition? "
"Well, I think it's not a big problem. These rich people have banquets every day, so they always have to dock for supplies." Zhenbu paused and continued: "As for the fighting competition, it is also called the King of Fighters Competition. King of Fighters. It is the most popular competition that is attracting great attention all over the world. It is a competition between three famous fighters from all over the world. "
I have no interest in any competition. The most important thing now is to return to China to investigate my life experience. Although the possibility of my parents' survival is not high, I am still unwilling to accept it. The loneliness of 15 years is biting me like a wild beast.
Then we talked about some unnecessary things, and after a while I was very tired. I haven't slept well recently, and I always have continuous dreams. Yes, there are red figures in my mind practicing moves, which have been like this for two consecutive months. Even if I have no intention of remembering them, they are all reflected in my mind slowly.
Until the Titan docked in Quanzhou, China, for a half-day resupply, I sneaked out with the help of Zhenwu. I understand very well a kind-hearted useless kid like him. If those rich people who eat people without spitting out bones knew that there was a rice worm on the boat, even though my consumption was not as good as a certain lady's parrot for entertainment, I think I would still be ordered to jump into the sea. After all, there is no legal responsibility for killing people on the high seas. They probably also like to stage some thrilling scenes for fun.
I was wearing a sailor uniform that came to me. In Quanzhou, a place where the dock industry is very developed, it can be said that I am inconspicuous, even though I have a pair of legs.
I was penniless and looked at the bustling crowds around me. I didn't feel depressed at all. I randomly found a nearby antique store, spent a few hundred yuan on the exquisite dagger that was the only proof of my former mercenary status, and bought a train ticket to City X. The reason why I went there was for no other reason than that there were all the files on China's permanent population. I thought I would find some information I wanted.
Only when I set foot on this place that can be called my homeland did I feel like a human being. I had a good sleep on the train. Recently, I have stopped dreaming. It has become phantom sounds. I always hear music coming from the distance in a daze, as if it comes from the outside. When I wake up, there is nothing, but every melody of the music lingers in my heart for a long time. Is it the sequelae of a serious injury? After recovering from the injury, I felt that I was stronger than before and there shouldn't be any big problems, so I didn't care.
Don't think that mercenaries are just for fighting and killing. Computer decoding is a required subject. Of course, I am not capable of cracking the secret files of the Ministry of National Defense, but after intimidating some people in authority, it is easy to get started with passwords and other dead things.
Input some vague information such as fingerprint authentication similarity of 30%, appearance similarity of 50%, AB blood type heritability and approximate age, etc. I started to look through the thick files and buy the best one! I didn't expect that there would still be so much information to be screened by the billions of people. I really didn't have time to check it in detail. I didn't think that after the unconventional password was lifted, the huge general personnel department would not have some reaction. I copied the information and fled from the exhaust pipe amidst the sound of the red siren.
I understand how lawless what I did is, but I am eager to know all the past, and now I am in a state of madness. After robbing a supermarket for supplies and taking a solar laptop from a technology store, I walked into the barren mountains on foot just like the survival training I did with the mercenaries two years ago.
Fortunately, mankind's awareness of environmental protection has allowed the green area to account for 50% of the mainland, and there are more and more barren mountains and ridges. As I continue to sift through the information, I go to more desolate places. Even so, I can still receive the news that I am wanted across the country. Those tourists who have nothing to do travel often use me as a talking point.
Two months later, when I looked at the information in front of me, I was completely disappointed... "Chen Luo, who had a 99% similarity in appearance and blood type AB, is dead." I smashed the notebook and cried for the first time in my life...
Although I had been mentally prepared, when all the truth appeared in front of me, I suddenly felt how cruel the world was, "This world should be destroyed, everything is not allowed to exist!" A silent voice floated out inadvertently in my heart, and my eyes gradually turned blood red. The desire for killing defeated everything. Like a wild beast, I kept attacking everything that could be attacked around me... Until I could no longer lift a finger and lay on the ground covered in wounds, waiting for my own death.
A spicy taste on my lips stimulated my consciousness. I felt uncomfortable in my throat and coughed violently. The blurry figures in front of me overlapped - carrying a wine gourd and wearing a blue retro robe. He was probably from the last century. His thick eyelids seemed to be unable to open his eyes. He was a little old man with a red nose.
"How are you, kid? Are you still alive? Were you attacked by wild animals?" the old man asked.
The surrounding environment can only be described as riddled with holes. The bite scars all over my body are indeed like encountering a beast. Unfortunately, no one knows that the beast is me.
As my consciousness gradually became clearer, the resentment in my memory became stronger and stronger. I said angrily: "Why save me! Let me die..." I protested weakly.
The old man grinned: "Haha, this is the first time in my life that this old man has seen you like this. How refreshing! My name is Zhen Yuanzhai, what is your name?"
I ignored him and continued to close my eyes, only to hear Zhen Yuanzhai laugh and say: "Haha! It's okay for a child to be so indifferent at such a young age. As long as a person is alive, there is nothing that cannot be put down. Come on, come and accompany the old man and I will have a few sips. Most of the troubles in this world will go away." A few mouthfuls of strong liquor rushed into the throat irresistibly.
I had never been exposed to this long-established drink, and I immediately felt very uncomfortable, but no matter how I tried to stop it, Zhenyuanzhai's wine gourd was pointed at my mouth. Even if I didn't swallow, I couldn't help but swallow it all as Zhenyuanzhai slapped it. After a while, my consciousness was drifting. Looking at this annoying old man, I was so angry that I summoned all my strength and started fighting with Zhenyuanzhai.
Zhen Yuanzhai drunkenly dodged my attacks and said with a smile: "Okay! Old man, my favorite thing is drinking and fighting. Today you not only drink with me, but also fight with me, which is very good!"
Seeing Zhenyuanzhai roll on the spot, my mind jolted, and I remembered the move of the figure in the dream. This roll would hit me with a punch in the lower third. In desperation, I rolled over to dodge, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zhenyuanzhai. Picking up the rope of the wine gourd, I immediately knew that the wine gourd would hit my head in the next second. I could no longer dodge while I was in the air, so I had to raise my arm to block the blow. There was only a crisp "click" sound, and my ulna also died prematurely.
Without food and drink for several days, coupled with the strenuous exercise I was going through at this moment, I was injured again and again. I couldn't support it anymore. My vision went dark, and I suddenly lost consciousness again.
Zhen Yuanzhai happily drank a few sips and said: "The kid is quite flexible, but it's a pity that the foundation is not good. The fight is not very enjoyable! Huh? Fainted again? The physical fitness is really not up to standard. Today's young people are all about wine, sex, wealth, and everything, and their health is getting worse from generation to generation."
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