Chapter 20 Part Three (3)

I was dazed and couldn't see very well, but I was sure I'd seen these notes somewhere before.I don't know the person who held me by the front door of the library and said, "Okay, okay, okay", but in my opinion, he is a little too young to be a policeman.From the backs of the other two, I concluded that I had seen them before.They whipped all the old men with small whips, and shouted happily: "Hey, naughty children. This will teach you not to make trouble and disturb the law and order, you evil villains. You." Then they were panting and dying The old Avenger rushed back to the reading room, and was amused by himself.Only then did I turn around and see me, the older one said:

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Isn't this little Alex. Long time no see, buddy, how's the situation?" I was dizzy, and it was hard to recognize the police uniform and helmet, but the face and voice were familiar But that's all.I look at another one, and that crazy grinning face is unmistakable.I was very numb, more and more numb, looking back at that ho ho ho ho.This man, then, is Fat Billy Boy, my old enemy.The other, of course, is Dim, who used to be my buddy and the enemy of Billy the stinky goat, and now he's a cop in a police helmet and keeps order with a whip.I say:

"no no." "Accident?" Dim let out a wild laugh that I remember firmly: "Hahaha". "Impossible," I said. "It can't be. I don't believe it." "Seeing is believing," Billyboy grinned. "No hold. No magic, buddy. Two people of working age and working. Police work." "You're getting old," I said. "It's too big. They don't want kids that age to be policemen." "It used to be small," said Twit Dim.I can't believe it, brethren, I can't. "That's how we used to be, buddy. And you were always the youngest. Now we're the cops."

"I still can't believe it," I said.At this time, Billyboy, the police officer, who I couldn't believe, said to the little stranger who was holding me up: "Rex, it's probably more beneficial to give a little punishment on the spot. Boys are boys, always naughty, and don't have to follow the usual police station. This guy is playing old tricks again, we remember it well, you Of course I don’t know. It was he who attacked the elderly and helpless people, and they were justified in revenge. We must give an explanation in the name of the country.” "What's all this mean?" I said, unable to believe my ears, "They hit me, boys, and you ain't one of them, no way. You sure ain't one of the cops, Dim. Well. Here, it's an old man we teased in the past, wanting a little revenge, and it's been so long since."

"Long is right," Dim said. "I don't remember those days very clearly. Don't call me Dim, please. Call me the police officer." "However, I still remember something," Billyboy kept nodding, he was not so fat anymore. "A child with a long-handled razor—this kind of person must be strictly disciplined." They grabbed me tightly and escorted me to the outside of the museum. There was a patrol car waiting outside, and the driver they called Rex was.They shoved me into the trunk of the car, and I couldn't help feeling that it was a joke, and that sooner or later Dim would take off his helmet and laugh.But he didn't.I tried my best to suppress the fear in my heart and said:

"Where's Peter, what's the matter with Peter? Poor George," I said. "I've heard it all." "Peter, yes, Peter," said Dim. "I seem to remember the name." I saw our car driving out of the city.I asked: "Where are we going?" Billyboy in the front turned and said, "It's still light on. Going for a drive in the country, bare in winter, but clean and lovely. It's not right to let city people see most of them on the spot, not always. The way the streets are kept clean." More than one." He turned and looked ahead again.

"Okay," I said. "I just don't understand it all. The old days are gone and they won't come back. I've been punished for what I did. I'm healed." "We communicated that," Dim said. "It was read by the sheriff, saying it was a good idea." "Read," I said sarcastically, "you're still illiterate, bro?" "Oh, no," said Dim, with a very kind and regretful expression. "Don't talk like that. Never mind, man." He punched me hard on the mouth, and the red nosebleed started dripping dripping dripping.

"There was never a sense of trust," I said bitterly, wiping blood from my hands. "I've always been alone." "That's all right," Billyboy said.When we came to the countryside, we could only see bare trees, occasionally birds chirping from a distance, and a farm machine humming in the distance.It's almost dusk, and it's midwinter now.No one was around, no animals, just the four of us. "Come out, Alex boy," said Dim. "Learn a bit and punish on the spot." When they did it, the driver had been sitting at the steering wheel, smoking a cigarette and reading a book.There were lights in the car to read, and he didn't watch what Billyboy and Dim did to the narrator's poor man.I don't want to go into details about what they did. I only heard the sound of farm machinery motors and the twittering of birds on bare branches against the sound of panting and beating. I saw the smoke and heat in the car lights. Meanwhile, they've been "fixing" me, brethren.And then I can't tell if it's Billyboy or Dim saying, "I see it, man, what do you think?" and they each punch me in the face one last time, and I'm down, lying on the grass .It was cold, and I wasn't feeling cold at all, and they dusted off their cuffs, put on the helmets and tops they had just taken off, and went back to the car, "Sometimes later, Alex," Billyboy said, and Dim just made a clown laughing out loud.The driver reads the page, puts the book away, starts the car, and heads into town, my ex-buddies and ex-enemies waving.I lay upright, unkempt and exhausted.

After a while, I felt a lot of pain, and it started to rain, and it was icy cold.There was no one around, not even the house lights.Where am I going?Homeless, with few leaves left in my pocket, I was crying over what happened to me.Finally I stood up with difficulty and moved slowly.