Abyss Express

Chapter 83⑥·Ten thousand rivers and thousands of mountains

[Part①·Desperado]

"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."

"The murderer is currently on the run, and the number of victims has reached 21, including eight clergymen from a small evangelical church in the county suburbs 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. We ask all Miami citizens to actively cooperate with the state police investigation and provide clues for the arrest - thank you!"

A sweet female voice comes from the radio in the fast food restaurant, and you regain control of your body again.

I'm not happy with that, Ben Richter.

I'm really angry and 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 motorway service points, you leave your car keys on the roof of your car, what else could it be? There will be a scapegoat coming to help you get rid of the crime soon - hahahahaha! ~

Did you see it? One 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 with 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 was a habitual criminal, and he wanted to arrest him, but he took twelve bullets and still ran into the countryside. He was still running!

His bullet resistance is much stronger than yours! Mr. Ben!

You should really 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 dies a slow and painful death, and you just 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 get 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 the broken glass from the car window 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, they are telling you stories.

You seem to understand what the city is saying, Ben Richter.

All at once you could barely see anything, but all at once, you burst into tears.

"Desperado, why don't you come 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."

[well! 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 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 with 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're a young, strong fool, and that's 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 materialistic, hard-to-reach girl)]

"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? Book?

Real love? Family or friendship? love?

When you get out of the police station, no one seems willing to help you and avoid you before it's too late.

When you come out of rehab, you have almost nothing left -

——Ben Richter.

Welcome to America, a place where it's all about money!

Let's go! Keep walking! Keep driving!

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 an emissions tax in two years. The whole world is saving energy and reducing emissions, and is working towards carbon neutrality.

No more fire, just electricity!

You may never hear the sound of an internal combustion engine again, but it was the sound of an era.

The road is like a cradle. We are all little children drowned in the cradle, always a bit childish.

Are you listening to me? Book?

"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 the fact that the North American Rifle Association continues to enforce legal gun ownership 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 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]

"Jen?" You were a little nervous, not knowing how to tell this story.

After all, Jenny, like you, is already in her thirties and is no longer young.

"Jenny?" You're not sure if the person opposite this phone number is still the same person.

"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, 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?"

"Remember even if you turn to ashes." 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'm here in Washington." You continued, feeling a little guilty: "I want to have a drink with you."

"You want to sleep with me, right?!" 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? it's too 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 seen again. Jenny seems to be in good spirits.

Maybe she is married, or not?

Or you just keep playing games and it has nothing to do with you.

Ben Richter, you are in great danger and your death is coming.

"Hahahahahahaha!~Ouch!~" Jenny laughed loudly: "Listen to your disappointed tone!~I'm in Washington, I'm here! Where are you? I came to see you? Are you driving?"

You responded quickly: "I came by bus, not driving."

With that said, you see bars across the street and many such shops outside the second-hand car market. They are usually gold sales caves reserved for sales bosses to negotiate business.

"I'll wait for you in Wenrou Township."

"Where?" Jenny then asked.

You repeatedly described the characteristics of the bar: "It's in Wenwen Township, Baiye Tree 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 she was 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 brightly lit sign of Wenwen Village.

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. Sexy lingerie was everywhere in the corridor, and sheets and quilt covers from the small hotel were everywhere.

There were many older sisters shooting at Jenny on the road - they yelled, and when they saw you, they could shout any dirty words or pornographic accents.

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 on the edge of the bed playing with her mobile phone. She turned on the live broadcast and began to flirt with 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 the words.

Jenny gave you a small wink, asking you not to speak.

As if possessed by a demon, she finished reading the sponsor's advertisement, finished talking about condoms and electric toothbrushes, followed by another dance, and finally closed the live broadcast room exhausted.

"Marrying someone? Are you kidding me?"

Jenny’s face was full of 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 drug addict, just like you before - she has fallen into the abyss and it is difficult to get up again.

"Wait until I finish taking a shower."

You didn’t rush to reply, but hummed softly——

"——Now it seems to me, some fine things"

[Now, some good cards in my opinion.]

“Have been laid upon your table”

[Already placed on the table. ]

"But you only want the ones——"

[But those are the only things in your eyes——]

"——That you can't get."

[——You can’t get it. ]

"Desperado"

[Desperado——]

"Oh, you ain't getting no younger."

[——You are no longer young. ]