Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

In the haze, I felt that my blindfolded eyelids were dark red, which was the laziness of the sun shining on my face every morning, although I woke up and not recovered. I heard the creaking of old beams and the hurried footsteps of people nearby going up and down the stairs. It's a very familiar atmosphere, and it's still a memory of wandering around Puerto Rico, where every morning was a lot of toil, and the housewives and children had to start making a living, and sometimes you felt a sense of weakness when you looked at them. There will be an invisible timer in front of me, ticking and ticking, others can put money into their pockets every minute, but I am taking money out every minute, it seems that people like me are not suitable for living on the earth, and they can't even solve the minimum food and clothing.

This kind of old house, which you sometimes close your eyes and listen to, can read a lot, and it will tell you how many people have been accepted in the same room, and although they have long since left, the mutual complaints and lingering whispers remain, and they go back and forth in your ears, both to tell you that it was last night, and to confirm that this moment will be repeated today.

The silent recitation in my mouth woke me up again, and when these five minutes had passed countless times, I bent myself and decided to get up. Sure enough, the sunlight that came in obliquely from the window lattice hit the face, shaking the eyes of the people, and when the thing in front of me became clear from the ghost, it seemed that the left hand seemed to touch a soft object, what was this? I wondered, not only looked at the side, but when I saw this thing clearly, I was so frightened that I almost cried out, and when I saw that the thing was turning sideways and showing signs of waking up, I hurriedly fled out of the door.

Looking out over the verandah, where it was empty, I crept up to the third floor, finally returned to my room, then locked the door upside down, sat down in the corner, lit a cigarette and twisted my hair, trying to remember something.

"What the hell is going on? Why is it in Krys's room?" I pressed my heart and panicked, crossed my fingers to calculate, came back from the bar and bumped into Fan Fat, listened to him and followed him upstairs, and then what about it? Then he got up now, but he was lying on someone else's bed. Was it that I was with her last night? It couldn't be, I couldn't understand what I was doing.

However, there was soon a knock at the door, and some uninteresting fellow had come to knock on the door, and it was the dead fat man.

"Lao Fan, I walked around the door a few times after breakfast, and continued to watch the news after returning to the room, why haven't you two gotten up yet?" he stretched out his hand to me and said, "The mobile phone lends me to make a call, and my charger is pulled in the detective car, and they go out early in the morning." "

"Who are you trying to call for?" I hesitated and rummaged through my pockets, and after looking for a long time and seemed to have fallen, I stretched out my hand to him.

"Didn't I tell you last night? Of course, I called back to the Moon Valley Radio to find Lao Ma and Little Brother and they came to meet. When he saw that I looked flustered and that I was dispossessed, he began to interrogate me and said, "Ya went to Aloh again last night?

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and Krys yawned, dropped my phone on the bed, and went to take a shower without saying a word. And the dead fat man didn't ask much, he walked into the guest room and grabbed his mobile phone and was ready to call. Seeing this, I stepped forward with an arrow, snatched it from his fat hand, and then took him by the shoulder and motioned to go down with me, and I had something important to tell him to know.

"It's not appropriate to call them here now, because something happened to your high school girlfriend, and even though the person has already arrived home, the glasses and Lin Rui asked me not to tell you that they are busy themselves. I rubbed my face and walked with him with a long sigh. This reason even I think is far-fetched, but for now, I don't want to face them directly, especially Lin Rui.

"What? You guys are hiding such a big thing from Lao Tzu? It must be those thieves who steal type B blood to drink!" he was shocked when he heard the news, grabbed the machine, turned around from time to time and pointed at me not to follow, and began to roar at the other end of the phone. After a few minutes of abuse, he angrily threw the phone back to me, went to the supermarket and bought a new one, saying that he couldn't wait for the accident in his hometown, so he drove out of the approach road of the homestay, turned a corner in front of the open space by the river, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I walked into a dark hut on the ground floor to make it easier, and as soon as I touched the handle, it fell for no reason, and then I saw peeling strips of pasty wallpaper and small, broken square mirrors, and sprouts popping up between the cracks. Nothing was expected, even if it was just a few hours of time, and there was no telling what was going to happen. I felt that the sky was about to fall, and in the mirror was my suddenly white and bloodless face, and at this moment time seemed to become frozen, and suddenly I seemed to be a year older, and I took another step towards an unknown fate.

As I turned to go out, I bumped into Krys, who was wearing the same red flannel shirt that Fan Pang and the others had first seen her, and was twisting her long wet hair, looking at me in confusion and asking, "Why did Vance drive the car away?"

"I think our Lancaster brothers are probably going to break up, so you don't have to worry about the dispensable of breaking tunnels. I glanced at Krys with a sad face, the sun shining on her long hair, the warm color reflecting her face, the two lead-blue eyes blinking, like a spring in the peach forest, plus the natural milky smell, mixed with the scent of shampoo and flowers, it looked so delicate. Looking at her, I couldn't help but look dumbfounded. How come you never found out in the past?

"What are you talking about? After agreeing to the Ou Shizhu Street family, you just quit?" Hearing the news, she walked forward quickly, held my face and looked at it carefully, and asked, "Do you have a fever? Why do you look so bad? What is going on?"

"He listened to my babblings, and went back to Gibson, and yes, I sent him away. I turned my face sideways, stopped looking at her, and said, "Now I'm very messy, my mind is blank, anyway, it's all messed up, I can't face my brother, and I'm ashamed of you." "

"Shame on me?" she was confused, so she took me by the hand and sat down in front of the house, asking me to tell me carefully. Unexpectedly, when I had finished pouring out my confusion and waited for her to fall, Krys actually laughed "giggles" and said, "I still have something to do, don't scare me." Last night you were so drunk that you threw up the stairs and couldn't afford to go upstairs. I can't afford to drag you, so I have to carry you to my room and settle down, what else can I do? "

"Are you sure that's all there is? According to your previous description, first the female soldier and then Sister Di, I should be a beast-like person, and I will not refuse to come. After hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I couldn't help but joke with her and loosen the atmosphere.

"I'll talk to Marlowe and Hollisman in a moment, let them both know that Vance is on the road, and then we'll go on our own, when did I say you were a beast?" Krys took a sip of bubble dew and snapped his fingers, signaling that it was time to go.

Ten minutes later, we finished our breakfast and began to walk down the trail, heading towards our goal and leaving the town far behind. It's September in Georgia, and the mountains are full of Cherokee roses, the vast grassy fields of the countryside, the streams that extend from the river are filled with water lilies and daffodils, and the air is full of the fragrance of all kinds of flowers, attracting bee swarms and moths to dance wildly.

"Alex, listen to me. She stretched out her hand and grabbed my arm, jumped and jumped forward, walking briskly, as if in a very happy mood, and said, "I am free, whatever I do is my own choice, you don't have to worry about it." There are so many people here this time, I am familiar with you and Fans, but I know you better than him. Along the way, we have never been separated, just like a family. Since you are proposing to go out and do business, then you and I are partners, not men and women. "

"I think, at this moment, what you are really thinking about should be the new girlfriend of the dead fat man, right? Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, the pitiful and terrible freesia appeared in front of me, and then at the ill-fated Krys, I couldn't help but sigh. Lin Rui's lifelong goal is to rescue her from another world, so what will happen when that day comes? How will he deal with the relationship between Krys and Freesia? Will he elope with her as usual or secretly?

From this point of view, Lin Rui and I seem to be beast-like people, he is not much better than me at all, but he is very tragic, and I am also infected together. But whether it is the holy alliance with the female soldier or the hand-entangled freesia, she must be the one who suffers the most in the end, but what should I do? To prevent all this from happening? Many things are just like the 72nd Chinese New Year's Eve on the foggy Dragon Tooth Island, casting the past, and it is difficult to reverse.

"By the way, why didn't I ever think about it? Since Lao Ai knew her, you should have seen her a long time ago, is she really Fans's new girlfriend?" Krys stopped, burst out laughing, and said, "I don't think the two are a good match." Tell me, who is she, and does she live in Georgia? To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to meet her on the road someday. "

"Yes, but we don't know each other. I pursed my lips and craned my neck, focusing on moving forward without saying a word. Krys, did you know that I wanted to tell you everything as it was? This freesia has a relationship with all of us in Lancaster, and you and she happen to be best friends in another time and space, and they already have a strong emotional foundation.

Thinking like this, I suddenly stopped, and couldn't help but look sideways at her, and suddenly understood. The fierce battle that happened at Lao Qian's house, why was she finally released a vacuum blood explosion? It turned out that this was how it happened. Theoretically, Freesia is Lin Rui himself, or Krys's best friend, in essence, the same person, in addition to caring for each other, the most important person between him and her is her, Krys is the immutable factor under the two theories of space-time constancy, the key link brought about!

"Alex, you wait," she quickly caught up, grabbed my arm, and said, "Even if I am an out-and-out fool, I can see that you guys have hidden a lot from me, and a lot must have happened in that haunted mansion." With Vance's personality, he won't say anything when he gets home, and he will inevitably use the material for the show. Well, I'm not going to force you to tell the truth unless it's time for you to really want to. So, why can't we make it easier for everyone? I know that I am a victim of the pain of holding things in my heart. And it's strange that sometimes intimate topics can't be confided in the closest people, but can be told to the next closest people. Maybe it's this blue sky and white clouds that make people feel emotional, and I want to take a break. "

She and I slowly walked to the monorail crossing and sat down on a boulder in front of the Black Maple Tunnel. She picked some wild chrysanthemums around, played with them in her hands, closed her eyes and greedily enjoyed the sun, let the breeze blow her beautiful hair, and said, "Alex, remember the evening when we first met, when I said I was going to New York to join my cousin? In fact, I was born in New York, and my dad was a real New Yorker, just like the detective, including my mom. "

"Eh, so you're not an Australian girl, but an American?" I scratched my head and asked, "Does Lin Rui know?"

"He didn't know, I never told him. Do you think it's weird, why am I saying this to you?".

"It's weird, why?" I pulled out my cigarette case, ready to be a listener.

"Everyone has a past that they can't talk about to others in their hearts, and they always hold it in their hearts, and I think you can understand that feeling better. Sometimes I want to dig a hole, or run up a high mountain, and roar to my heart's content, and that's about it. Therefore, I hope you can understand that I am not as fragile as you two understand, and you two often lament that you have experienced complicated experiences, but how can you ever think that everyone is an ordinary person, who has not experienced suffering? I want to talk about myself, and I also hope that you can slowly untie the knot and let me know who she is. "

Because of this quiet noon chat, I knew two years earlier than Lin Rui why Krys left society early to become a generation of flying girls, and why she had a bad relationship with her father for a long time. But the first thing she blurted out was a surprise to me, because Krys had exactly said it: My father's name was Lawrence, and he was a criminal full of evil.

July 10, 1978, Christine E. Model (Christine. Evante. Mordell was born in Astoria, in the northwest corner of Queens, in an ordinary family of three. My father was of mixed Scottish and German descent, and his name was Lawrence. Modal works as a clerk in an office, and his mother's name is Lucrèce. Montalenti. Montiel, from Champagne near Paris, France, was a former singer who became a housewife after suffering from postpartum depression and staying at home.

The family's financial resources are all supported by Lawrence's meager salary, so this man seems to be trembling, he does not dare to slack off, he is humble on weekdays, never rash, he just wants to keep his job and take care of his wife and children, and Lin Rui and my father are completely different human beings. In 86, the stock market crashed, and the high-speed U.S. economy suddenly entered the subprime mortgage crisis, and many companies had to make personnel adjustments, and the grassroots personnel naturally became the first wave of brushes, so Lawrence received the pink bomb without any suspense. What is a pink bomb? In fact, it is a letter of dismissal, because most of the covers of this kind of letter are pink or light red, so they are called pink bombs, which is very euphemistic, but it gives you a head start and suddenly puts you into a low point in life.

When he was young, Lawrence was a high-achieving student with excellent grades in college, but after many years of ups and downs in society, he was convinced by the facts, and only got a basic job, and the edges and corners of his body were smoothed out, and he gradually changed from extremely high morale to extreme inferiority. What should I do? People always have to survive, and they have to support a couple of wives and children at home. So he had to pretend to go out every day, take a long detour to do chores, and work as a low-paid part-time worker with five tiring jobs, barely supporting himself, but after a long time, it was not a permanent solution.

In the winter of '86, while working as a temporary worker in a theater, Lawrence occasionally found a way for him to make money, and that was a locker room. On the surface, this place is a theater, but in fact it is a place for all kinds of gangsters to talk about things, and high-ranking gangsters and gangsters often come and go, always wearing gold and silver, and storing their clothes and hats after entering. It's not just gangsters who walk around, and sometimes movie producers or record companies come to this place. It is an industrial chain, and if the gangsters want to wash away the black money of the white face, they will look for those companies that are twisted, so all the rich people who come in and out are rich. Looking at this group of wealthy guys, Lawrence was indignant, why should he be an honest man but suffer from poverty, and other people's cigars can make quick money with a single leg in their mouth?

"It's all ill-gotten gains, black blood money, they can earn it, why can't I take it? Everyone is stealing, and if you steal, I will steal!"

Lawrence is cautious, he is not greedy, stealing some small money from each wallet, such people in and out of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, it is difficult to detect at all, so he is more and more skillful, and more and more courageous, until he meets an underworld boss named Mario.

When he passed by this person and saw off the guest with a smile, Lawrence suddenly made him twist his chest and was pushed into the car in the midst of the reprimand. When he arrived at someone's land, he was found to have more than 200 yuan on his body, and this guy searched for it, took out one and said it was his own. It turned out that this person's nickname was drug detection dog, according to legend, the nose was extremely sensitive, and the money he carried out was taken from the cupboard, and his mistress was very fond of perfume, so the money was infiltrated into the smell, so the delicate traces could not escape his nose.