death of hope

Chapter 28 "Flying Windfall" (28) Chat

It was getting late, the number of customers was getting less and less, the bar gradually quieted down, the lights dimmed automatically, and the four of them returned to the topic of guns. Susan remembered that she had indeed hit a live target, using that BB toy gun:

"Am I in the sixth grade or the fifth grade? The old memories are tangled up and forgotten.

I just remember...it was a happy summer vacation. The adults were busy working overtime and had no time to supervise us. I went to the park with a little sister who was also bullied, Lucy,
Yes, the park in the city center hadn't been demolished at that time, and even the poor could go in and enjoy the blooming flowers for free. "

From here, Susan's memory became clear:
"There was only a pleasant chirping of birds, and we looked up to see a chubby little sparrow standing on a dead branch, and Lucy threw stones at it.

The law and order in York City at that time was as bad as it is now. The girls unknowingly became brutal and violent. They didn't know what to think. As soon as their brains got hot, they raised their guns and started aiming. They didn't expect to hit them.

The chirping ceased, the bird dropped to the ground, and scattered feathers floated from the branches.

cool!Hitting really well!

Lucy yelled like this, she ran over excitedly, and then I saw her expression gradually became frightened, and she grabbed her hair and shouted at me,

God!Susan!Look what you've done!What a crime!
She ran away wiping her tears, and I walked over with a feeling of uneasiness, when I heard the mournful cry of the little sparrow,
The poor little thing was hit by a plastic bullet, its belly was blown, its intestines were exposed, and it was dead. No wonder Lucy was so frightened, the sparrow's red mouth was wide open, panting desperately, and struggled for a few minutes... ...still dead.

I buried the sparrow under the dead tree, returned the toy gun to my brother when I got home, and told him about it, and I never saw him play with it again, and he stayed away from me for the whole summer vacation say.

Until many years later, a few days ago, my brother mentioned this matter to me with a joking attitude.

He asked me if I had come out of the shadow of this incident, if I was still afraid of that toy gun,
I said I had thought about it a long time ago,
What do children know? Picking up toys and hitting them blindly. It’s neither serious nor heavy, and it’s a human being who shoots. You can only blame yourself for being childish and ignorant. You don’t know the value of life. Guns are just tools.

It is ridiculous to complain and fear a tool. "

Ring ambient lights illuminate the ice cubes floating in the whiskey, and the last customer checks out, leaving just the four of them.

"What an intriguing past..."

Hearing this, the drunk Donnie looked at Roy and said, "It's even like killing a bird, I really want to know what it feels like to shoot a person..."

Ferguson trembled all over, and cursed: "This fat man drank too much! I'll help him lie down in the warehouse to sober up!"

"It's all right," Roy said:
"The strange thing is that after I shot, I didn't feel any guilt, probably because I felt that the guy I killed deserved what he deserved."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. When Roy said this, he admitted to Susan that he had killed someone.

Ferguson was in a panic. After all, he was also a vested interest. He was afraid of causing disaster, so he cursed at Roy; "You drink too much, talk nonsense in front of the girl, the wine is really bad!"

The strange thing is that Miss Susan didn't feel scared at all. On the contrary, she found Roy quite frank and reassuring, and he also poured out his secrets;

"Gangsters... I hate it when I say it, there is something I haven't even told Downey,
I have a little cousin named Rosie who was run over and killed by some bastards from the Rabbit Gang, who don't dare to provoke the upper class, only us poor people.

Unfortunately, I only had the guts to pick up a plastic toy gun. Later, the bastard was killed by the Viper Gang in the shootout, and I also lost the chance of revenge.

Mr. Roy, if I had been as brave as you, I would have avenged my sister long ago. "

"Brave? Don't dare to be. I just had to make a choice. For the people at the bottom, this city is a killing field."

Susan's gaze became sharp, "If you had to kill an innocent person, would you feel guilty?"

"Yes." Roy blurted out.

"That's good, your guilt, your humanity, hasn't gone away."

The wind chime rang again, and Ferguson yelled towards the door: "Sorry, it's too late, we're closed."

"No one wants to drive me away, I am the boss here!"

Old Jon walked forward with steady steps. In order to show off his high-tech prosthetic legs, he deliberately rolled up his trouser legs so that everyone could see him and smell the strong smell of alcohol on him from a long distance away.

"What a fantastic leg... Tomorrow I'm going to walk around Yorktown..."

"Tonight is really magical. The always reserved old man actually drank too much..."

Old Jon pressed Roy's shoulder: "I'm sorry for you, Roy."

"Huh? Sorry? Why?"

"I said you are not worthy of Anna."

"Oh, it's okay, you're telling the truth."

"Oh, the sun is coming out from the west..." Downey shrugged and said, "The old man actually apologized... It seems that he drank a lot."

"The gypsy fortune teller in the next street...is the old woman who told the fortune. She used Tarot cards to read for me, saying that my mouth is too poisonous, so let me keep my morals, otherwise I won't live a long life."

"Don't listen to her nonsense, that old woman may have a fortune-telling, and you will live to be a thousand years old, ten thousand years old!"

"Fuck you, fat man! The tortoise has only lived so long."

That night, several people were quite drunk,

Ironically, the only one who remained sober was the alcoholic Ferguson, who basically bid farewell to his drunken career because of the replacement of an artificial liver. .

The next day, Roy missed work and slept soundly at home all day,

The director of the personnel department of the factory called and scolded him for affecting the production progress. Roy didn't say a word and just put the phone down.

Another day later, a friend from the Immigration Bureau brought good news, and Roy was so happy that he jumped up and down like a child.

In the evening, Roy spread out the two interstellar immigration permits on the table and showed them to Anna.

"My God... this is not... a dream..."

"This is reality, not a dream.

If you don't believe me, I will pinch you to see if it hurts. "Roy stretched out his hand and gently pinched Anna's fair cheek:
"It hurts... stop it!"

"I said, I want to take you out of this ghost place, and now, I have done it."

Anna was ecstatic at first, and then quickly calmed down. She is kind, but not stupid:
"It's not enough to have a permit. The ticket for the immigrant boat is sky-high."

"That's easy. I'll sell a few paintings, and the money will be enough."

"The collector is so generous?"

"Because I have an artistic cell, how about it, are you ready to start an interstellar journey?"

Anna picked up her interstellar immigration qualification certificate, put it down gently, and looked out the window with a pair of big blue eyes.

Roy became a little impatient: "This rotten place, what is there to miss, the whole city is almost filled with garbage and corpses!"

Anna looked out,

Humanity's home planet, Terra, really has nothing to miss except family and friends.

heavily polluted air,
Gunshots... sirens... smog and dust,

All the low-level people in this city are trying to escape from this nightmare, and the opportunity is at hand, but she hesitates:
"No, I can't let it go. I can't leave my parents, my brother, my lovely niece Lisa. Her uremia is at an advanced stage. How can my aunt leave her behind to enjoy a good life."

"Little fool, don't leave now, give me some time."

"Really?"

"Don't worry, I will take care of everything and let you have nothing else to do. Join me on the interstellar immigration ship, trust me, okay, my dear."

Another lingering night...

In the next day, Roy woke up naturally after sleeping until he was late on purpose, to do something pleasant that he had wanted to do for a long time——

Submit your resignation letter to the factory.

(End of this chapter)