The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 220 Final Chapter ([-])

Even the perfect dance party can turn into a mess the next morning after a night of fun.Last night's delicious bacon will turn into disgusting slush after a few days.Perhaps most of the goodness in the world is immediate, and the vulgarity and stench you encounter may have been very elegant and delicious before.

It's like the thing I vomit now, a few minutes ago, it was a glass of mellow wine, but now, it's just a pile of garbage that wild dogs don't want to lick.

And I need the crap.

Because I can't be sober, I need something to anesthetize myself, and alcohol is undoubtedly the best thing.

I dragged my body and pushed open the door of the bar in front of me again. The smell inside was similar to the vomit I just sprayed out, even thicker. It was like a pot of sticky gastric juice, spread evenly on the into every inch of air.

And the many drunks in front of them were all bathed in the stench, and put their heads in the wine glasses.

My name is .
Probably drunkenness, I don't remember much, but it doesn't matter.

Because I'm just a small person in this chaotic city, no one pays attention, no one remembers, unless I spit wine on a passer-by's shoe, otherwise, he will never notice me.

In fact, after beating me up, he would forget about me the next day.

this is awesome
Oh, and I'm not done introducing myself, besides my unremarkable name, I have another job - a circus extra.

In my spare time, I clean up the performance space, oil the wheelbarrow, shovel the horses, and when there is no gap between performances, I go on stage and tell people jokes.Although my jokes are generally not funny, but I have a unique trick, that is, after telling each joke, I laugh first, laughing forward and backward, and laughter is always contagious. In this way, I can at least drive a few Idiot who didn't pay attention to the content.

I got this job last week.

And this afternoon. I lost it.

Maybe it was because my jokes weren't funny, maybe I didn't wipe the floor clean enough and the unicycle juggler fell over, anyway, I got fired again and I lost my job again.

again..

"One more glass." I propped myself up and said to the bartender, and then added: "The cheapest."

When I first said this, I was a little embarrassed, because it meant that you had no money, but gradually, I found that no one cares about how much wine you drink, which is why I like it here.

Yes, I have no money.

I don't even have money to pay next month's rent, and every night when I walk up the stairs of the apartment, I dare not even look into the landlord's eyes, and I dare not even look at my wife...and her stomach after opening the door .
She is pregnant, 6 months.

As of now, I don't even have time to spare to name my child.

I can only go to various recruitment venues every day, flip through the advertisements in the streets and alleys, and then get fired again and again.

This city is like a wild beast, slowly devouring me, scratching my flesh with its barbed tongue, and sucking my blood with its needle-like mouthparts.It won't kill you all at once, it will slowly, mercilessly, push you to the brink of death, make you miserable until you are cornered in pain, until you want to kill yourself But I still have children and a wife I own them but I can't feed
A glass of wine was put in front of me, the bartender was a little too strong, so some of the wine spilled, but I didn't care, because I had already figured it out, I won't pay for the drink tonight, I'm going to get myself drunk , and then lying here, unconscious, no one can take a penny out of my pocket anyway, and no one can cause any pain to a drunk.

Most of them, when they hit me, they heard me tell bad jokes drunkenly, vomit, smirk, or shed a few tears.

Finally, I cried. In order to hide the ridiculous tears, I forced a laugh, and then I was choked to shed more tears.

Get me drunk quickly so... I'll have 9 cents left.

That's great!

"Do you want to drink more?"

Just as I was coughing vigorously to soothe my constricted trachea, a faint sound came into my ears.

I raised my head with difficulty.
In front of him was a beautiful but somewhat weird girl.

She is said to be beautiful because she is really beautiful. She has a slender waist, slender legs, and her whole body is full of charming vitality.

And she is weird because her hair color is really neither fish nor fowl, it is a charming blonde, but it is tied into a double ponytail, one side is painted pink, the other side is painted blue, on that beautiful face , also painted some weird outfits, but this seemed to make her look more attractive.

I was so stupid, I even forgot to cough, and just stared at her blankly, just like everyone in the bar.

At this moment
She turned her head towards me.
It was a pair of eyes that couldn't tell what it felt like, it seemed tired, calm, and relieved. She looked at me quietly, from top to bottom, nose, corner of mouth, and finally stayed on my eyes.

"Do you want to drink more?" She repeated what she said just now, and then added: "I invite you."

I was a little confused: "Do you know me?"

The girl smiled: "Which one are you?" She responded.

"Hehe." Faced with such a confused rhetorical question, I smiled. It seems that this girl is also a drunk guy, just like me: "It doesn't matter who you are, but if what you just said still counts, then I I want to drink until I forget myself."

"Of course it's a promise." The girl smiled: "All your wine today will be charged to my account, but I have a condition."

I froze for a moment, I don't know what conditions this strange woman will propose, but I am not afraid, because I have nothing
"I want your lipstick that's in your left pocket," she said.

I looked at her in a daze. I bought this lipstick a few days ago with the last little money in my pocket.I just thought it would be a good birthday present for my wife.

I have forgotten what kind of state of mind I was at that time. Anyway, I bought this lipstick, but for me who is now penniless. I regret it. After all, this dollar can buy several days of bread .

"Hic, how did you know I had a lipstick?" I asked.

The girl smiled. "Of course I know. I'll give you a dollar for it."

"Hahaha——" Probably because I could get the dollar back, I laughed: "Okay, I will."

And, I still said, "Thank you."

"Yes—thank you!" I seemed to hear her say thank you too.

I don't know why she said thank you, but it doesn't matter because she's just a drunk too.

I took out the lipstick in my pocket and handed it to her.

She took it as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, I was already blurred by alcohol infestation.

Seems to have seen it.
The strange girl smiled, but tears welled up in her eyes and stained the weird makeup.

more beautiful.
(End of this chapter)