Abyss Express

Chapter 834 Tantrum①·Schizophrenia

[Part①·Devil’s Talk Show]

Your name is Ben.

Ben Richter——

——Graduated from Florida State University in 2017.

You're a black man, Ben, can you hear me?

Today is March 21, 2030 in the Western calendar, and it is also your thirty-third birthday.

Before that, your bank statement still owed a total of $21,683 for your final school year of student loans.

You had good results on the school basketball team, but you didn't have the level to enter the draft. Your talent in shooting the ball didn't seem to keep up with the alumni of the same period.

You found your first formal job at the age of twenty-six. Before that, you had been working odd jobs at a Dollar Burger restaurant, even though you had a diploma from the University of Florida.

You often go to social relief restaurants. Because you are so tall, people can easily see you at a glance. You have queued up two or three times to eat a lot.

Ben, wake up, this is a crucial time in your life.

Marty TV came to you because your conversation was too humorous——

——You are invited to the live broadcast of a TV show called "The Devil's Talk Show."

Now is the time for you to change your destiny. You can no longer be distracted. You can't wander around because of drug addiction.

You should return your eyes to the audience, to the camera.

Stop peeking at the female host's collar, that's not what you should be looking at - Rickert.

"Mr. Ben! What did she say when the on-location reporter randomly interviewed her on the street?" Standing on the main podium of the studio was a blond beauty. She was wearing glasses and was elegant. She wore a work badge on her chest. There was a strange name written on it - Latia Morian.

Ben Reichert, you have never heard of this name. This radio station still used hot air balloons to broadcast news to veteran operators throughout Florida in the 1990s. You grew up here - as for this new program, you are Never heard of it.

You, a drug addict, have been in trouble since you were fired from the Miami Police Department. It was because of a drunk driving accident.

You grabbed the prosecutor's daughter because she couldn't do something as simple as walking in a straight line, following the white line in the emergency lane, as you told her to do - and you gave her a A ticket was issued and her license was revoked.

So your job is gone, and your people are almost gone.

Ben Richter, what a pathetic clown, Ben Richter, go to a public drug center!

You think like this and you can never turn around again.

"Ben? Mr. Ben?" Ms. Latia seemed a little impatient.

It's your turn to take the lead——

"——Oh!" Your eyes feel dry, and your brain is extremely tired when facing so many flashing lights.

Latia then asked: "What did the field reporter ask at that time? Ben? You have finished introducing yourself and we already know you. We are familiar with each other once and twice? Don't be nervous."

You licked your lips, unable to remember the street interview a week ago, so you casually mentioned a topic——

"——Your staff found me at that time and found me as a homeless person."

When you got the microphone, you spoke faster. As you made up this lie, you felt your heart beat faster.

You were once a policeman and you know how to fool ordinary people.

"They asked me, they asked me how about Miami? They asked me how about Florida?"

"I said, I like TIKTOK, I like Chinese-made mobile phones worth about two hundred dollars, I like sleeping in the park, this city is beautiful!~"

“A special thanks to the supermarket bins, which always find a great meal, really – there are a lot of expired foods that get thrown away before you even have a chance to tear open the packaging, and I want to thank American Standards!”

Ms. Latia obviously felt your inexplicable anger——

——I admire this kind of anger, which is full of destruction and violence and seems to destroy everything.

The audience laughed out loud at your sudden nonsense. The show was pretty good? Book?

They're laughing at you, yes, they're laughing at you.

You didn't continue talking, but let the laughter continue for a while, and then said.

"Do you care who becomes the next president of the United States? I don't really care."

"He can't make me a millionaire. He can't change my skin color. Can he make me take two more bullets? Or legalize marijuana in Texas? I have wanted to go to Texas for a long time, but I I’m afraid that some supermarket employee will see me——”

You gestured obscenely.

"—You know, these people are supposed to come out with watermelons and whips, and then leave me to wait on the Mexicans."

The sensitive topic of immigration has become the next laughing point. You don't understand why these people continue to laugh, or is this arranged by the director?

"I wouldn't go to Chinatown to beg for food anyway, because I might actually get food - just food. Not a dime."

"They will really give you food, do you understand what I mean?"

"Also, I originally thought that the Chinese girls I saw on the street were pretty. But when they started getting tattoos and trying to cater to the aesthetics in magazines, things started to get weird."

You can straighten your big eyes and pull the corners of your eyes toward the top of your head as much as possible to make your nose flatter.

"Uh! Ugh!~~Uh!~I'm a simple girl!~EZ Girl!~"

"In my hometown, my first night can sell for $80,000!~ But in the United States, as long as you buy a meal at McDonald's!~"

Clearly this no-holds-barred approach was met with a huge round of applause and even a whistle for you, Ben Richter.

You are a genius and I can feel the anger growing inside you.

At this time, Ms. Latiya called a stop, and the show reached the intermission commercial time.

You are exhausted and come backstage to take a rest. Drug addiction once again pulled you back into the abyss. Your hands couldn't stop shaking, and tears and saliva flowed out. When you were cleaning in the bathroom, you pulled your cap down as much as possible, not wanting to expose your ugly appearance to others.

Your phone lights up, and a medical report from the state hospital almost breaks your heart.

Ben Richter - You have been diagnosed with schizophrenia, it is like my existence, I am watching you all the time.

Our condition has not improved at all, and the doctor issued an authoritative certificate to you.

You kept wiping your eyebrows, trying to drive away another demon in your heart. At the same time, a short man walked in from outside the toilet door.

He was an Oriental who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a strange coat and lit a cigarette.

"Hey kid," you greeted out of kindness, "you shouldn't smoke."

The short man who was too tall pointed at the work card and did not reply immediately - you could tell that this guy seemed to have a low tolerance for stupidity.

The work permit is printed with the logo of the Department of Homeland Security, and the name is XingChen Su——Su Xingchen.

The age was thirty-seven, and gosh, he just looked young.

"Oh, sorry."

The Homeland Security worker responded: "Aren't you allowed to smoke here?"

"Probably not." You responded.

Su Xingchen: "You want one too? Just pretend you haven't seen me?"

You hesitated again and again, took the cigarette, and asked Agent Su Xingchen for a lighter.

Su Xingchen said: "Drug addiction feels very bad? Right?"

You're a little panicked, and that affects your on-screen image.

"How do you know?"

Su Xingchen: "You can tell at a glance that I have been in the drug and explosive search team. Ben Richter - I hope you can stand up and make this call if you need help?"

A business card was handed over, but you didn't reach out to take it. Because it’s too late——

——A sharp shout came from the door of the men's room. It was a woman shouting in Chinese.

You can't understand Chinese, it's too complicated.

"What the hell are you smoking again?!" Su Xingchen's sister Su Xingcai found this place.

Su Xingchen dropped the cigarette butt and walked out in a panic: "Come right away!"

Su Xingcai: "Can Mr. Victor's talk show really find the source of spiritual disasters?"

Su Xingchen: "How did I know? This is just a social experiment! When people focus their malice on a certain person, all kinds of supernatural events will naturally occur. It's said to be a devil's talk show, but maybe it's really that day. Is there a devil coming?"

[Part②·Full of rage]

At this moment, in these obscure Chinese languages.

You feel a strange pain in your back. Under the cold bathroom light, there seems to be a black dog with charcoal fire all over its body. It is staring at you, and it smells the anger in your heart.

It crawls onto your back -

——You don’t know what this is? Is it an hallucination caused by schizophrenia? Or is it a phantom created during the onset of drug addiction?

Defeat it.

Ben Richter, beat it.

Until it gets into your throat along with the cigarette and turns into a black mist.

Your heart becomes even hotter. When you return to the studio, you end the day's program recording on the grounds of physical illness. Ms. Latiya is confused, but this kind-hearted host still remains. I gave you a reward of one thousand two hundred dollars.

You returned to the beach, sat on a chair, and thought about it all.

A kid from the Shark Gang came over and touched your arm with a stern look, revealing a little bit of white powder packaging bag from the inner bag.

Several times you thought about taking money out of your clothes to buy a little bit of "happiness" - but in the end you hesitated.

You talk to this child.

"You shouldn't do this, Xiaobao"

"You are still very young, you shouldn't do this!"

Instead of thanking you, the boy became impatient: "Hey! Who are you lecturing? Do you want you to take care of it?! Poor guy! Just tell me if you can't afford it?! It's a waste of my time!"

These words are like a thousand knives, they poke countless holes in your heart.

But now your heart has become a furnace, and these holes are like the eyes of the wind, which will only make the fire stronger.

You go to the Green Palm Apartments, which is your temporary residence. The hotel owner knows you very well, both are black brothers——

——For only eight dollars, he is willing to lend you the house on the rooftop for one night, provided that he cannot bring anyone back.

When you climbed to the fifth floor, you waited at the door for a while.

The boss is a fat boy weighing 180 kilograms. He has always been inexplicably proud of your former status as a state police officer so that he can brag to his gaming partners - as long as you make him unhappy, a phone call will have the FBI along the network cable. Kill them at your doorstep.

"Hey! I want three pizzas."

"right"

The little boss said this to the phone.

"Oh! How many tableware? How many people?"

"No, no, no, of course there are many people here, many people!"

"That's right! I'm not the kind of weirdo who eats three pizzas by myself! There's no such thing!"

"Me! And my best buddy! Ben Richter!~Did you watch tonight's show on Marty TV? He's on TV!"

"Hahahahaha! You are so funny, the other one? The other one is mine."

"My girlfriend, yes, I have a girlfriend."

The little boss hugged the inflatable doll tightly——

"—Her name is Mareda, Indian."

"I rescued her from the devil's cave. She originally had to live in a headscarf. Thanks to the Shark Gang, I rescued this stowaway."

"Oh? Don't Indians wear headscarves? No, no, no."

"She is a Muslim, an Indian Muslim."

"Let's not talk about it now. I want three pizzas, oh! God!"

"You're fucking insulting Mareda's beliefs and you look down on women? Oh my god? She heard it! She's going to jump off the building! My love! No!~"

The young boss threw the hot water bottle downstairs and hung up the phone quickly. He looked very nervous.

You don't understand what the meaning of this mysterious ritual is - maybe it's also a kind of persistence and a kind of belief.

"I'm going to spend the night on the rooftop, bro." You threw the money into the room.

To be honest, you don't really like this little boss's room, or you don't want to step inside at all.

It's full of Coke bottles, or you wonder if Coke is flowing in this guy's blood.

"You want me to pick it up? My brother." The little boss's eyes became impatient: "Why can't you respect me? Ben? You should hand these eight dollars into my hand."

"It's so stinky, I'm sorry." You responded casually: "You smell much worse than me, stinkier than me, a bum, my God, how many days have you not showered?"

"Fuck you." The little boss cursed casually and reluctantly got up to pick up the money.

There was an indescribable odor on his body, perhaps because he occasionally fainted due to blood pressure problems in front of the TV. He drooled a lot while sleeping, and it was also mixed with the smell of sweat and grease.

You just think that your life will be shortened if you stay for one second longer, but when you look at the computer screen of the little boss - the anchor of the adult porn column is posing to sell products and a high-end fitness equipment.

"You don't need it, brother." You said so, and earnestly advised: "That's a lie."

The little boss responded: "What is fake? What's wrong with me supporting the anchor I like?"

You continued: "It's all fake. This woman's face and the goods she brought are all fake."

Little boss: "What are you crazy about?"

"Xingchi's dumbbells don't cost that much. Even if you go to Amazon and buy them directly, they won't cost so much." You tell the truth directly: "This woman had at least six medical treatments on her face. I can still see the knife marks. She She’s hardworking enough, maybe she’ll come out with the goods before the recovery period from the surgery - brother, the beauty filter helped her cover up part of her ugliness, but those swollen apples of her skin don’t deceive anyone.”

"She's lying to you. She's lying to many, many people like you."

"She is eating your flesh and drinking your blood, and you still want to thank her?"

"You want to cheer her up and be her die-hard fan?"

"I threw money into your house, but you scolded me for not respecting you enough?"

An unspeakable rage occupies your heart——

"——Forgot your Mareda? You don't have any Indian girlfriend, you fat bastard who tells lies."

The experience brought to you by criminal investigation has allowed you to make these correct judgments, but they are not correct enough, far from it.

The little boss seemed to be irritated. He pulled out a gun from under the table and pointed it at your nose.

At that moment, you seem to feel that life is finally over, which is also a kind of relief. You couldn't hold back the ecstasy - you were overcome by rage, and you completely gave your soul to the black dog.

"Bang!--"

With almost no warning, the bullet exploded before it could even enter the chamber, shattering the little boss's hand.

You didn't call the medical emergency number, and you were unmoved by the screams. Just waiting for the pizza guy to deliver it to your door.

You watched all this with cold eyes, slowly climbed up to the top floor, collapsed in a pile of old newspapers, and slowly fell asleep.