Chapter 89 eighty eight

joe to the east (4) Joe didn't dare to speak. He felt that his throat would bleed if he opened his mouth. His mouth was already full of blood.Then the man in the tent got angry and started cursing and growling.The boy asked Joe to go out, saying that the house was not safe, and that since Joe couldn't help him, he would have to do it himself.He told him to go out and go straight east, because "nothing will happen under the sun".As Joe passed the big bed, he smelled a strange fragrance, and the smell of the forest.His footsteps seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and he stood there motionless. "I didn't expect you to be so interested," said the boy, encouraging him to look inside the tent.Joe lifted the curtains, and the smell of mushrooms and pine needles, as well as stream water, came to his face.Inside the mosquito net lay a man, half a man, to be precise.

He was naked, with a line in the middle of his body. The left side was a normal man's body, but the right side was completely rotten. His skin was dark green, with spots on it, and mold seemed to grow on the spots.His gigantic erection was particularly glaring—black on one side, red on the other, with a hole rotted into the scrotum that held the testicles.He stared at Joe, not at all ashamed of his nakedness.Joe heard him say something, perhaps in the vernacular, which he did not understand.The boy also climbed onto the bed. He leaned into Joe's ear and said, "He is 103 years old this year. He is not passing by. He is the land god of this place. He has great power."

Joe smelled the scent of wild flowers and said with a sigh: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." The man raised his good hand on the left to grab the armpit on the right, and immediately flies flew around the tent.But it turned out that his armpit was an ulcer, and many flies were sucking in it. The boy crawled over with an ecstatic expression, gently stroking the rotten leg, from bottom to top, all the way to the cock, and then he stayed there, obsessively kissing the rotten hole in the scrotum, repeatedly Stick out your tongue to lick.The sound of spring water flowing could be heard faintly in the tent.The man stroked the child's naked back and moaned comfortably.

The little boy turned his head and stared at Joe, and said, "You go away, the oil lamp fell down and caught fire!" Joe walked in the dark to the outer room, and when he got to the shop, the tents and wooden beds were already ablaze, and he heard the boy stamping on the bed telling him to get out of here. Many people had gathered on the street, all of them wearing clothes with their backs exposed.Such clothes give them a dashing look, especially when the wind lifts their hem, making them look like so many hawks.Now these people were all standing in the street watching the burning silver shop, craning their necks excitedly to sniff the air, and no one noticed Joe.Among them was a particularly beautiful woman with one breast exposed, who raised her arm as if to greet someone in a silverware shop.The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the poisonous smoke poured into the street. Everyone began to cough violently, and Joe hid far away to avoid the smoke.He saw that those people were bending over and vomiting to the ground, maybe vomiting blood.

The man who helped him carry his suitcase at the airport reappeared. "I said you can't lose it if you can't lose it! My name is Jin." He picked up Joe's box, shook it a few times, and asked, "What's in your box?" Joe replied that it was some clothes and daily necessities. "Very well. You are plain. Come with me to King Street." Joe followed him into a broad stone-paved street.In Joe's eyes, his back is sad and solemn, and there seem to be many stories in his body, and these stories are beyond Joe's experience.All the people and things in this place have nothing to do with his previous web of stories, or with that square.He was thinking about something in his head, and suddenly bumped into someone.It was a native, and he pushed Joe away and walked on.He only wore a thin green robe, bare feet, and walked lightly

floating.Joe looked again and saw that there were local people all over Mashi Street, all wearing thin robes and barefoot, wandering slowly and lightly. The man surnamed Jin turned his head and said to Joe: "These people are all smoking opium. Everyone has a fire in their hearts. Have you seen the garden? Those poppies in there are their lifeblood. Originally, this kind of Poppies don't grow in cold places, but there is a hot spring in the garden, and the huge geothermal heat changes the temperature in this area. Poppies flourish here." Joe saw nothing, for there were only shops on either side of the road.He thought, maybe this man surnamed Jin took opium and was telling his hallucinations.

"Where are you going to live? A hotel or a poppy plantation?" "A poppy plantation," he blurted out. The surname Jin stopped beside a low iron gate and said, "You have arrived." He opened the iron gate, and there was an empty yard inside.After a while, a side door on the right side of the yard opened, and a man with an eager expression came towards Joe. He stretched out his hands and held Joe's hand tightly. The man spit out a string of local language, and fixed his eyes on Joe, as if he wanted to firmly remember his appearance.Joe thought sadly, his appearance was the most featureless, how could he remember it?Suddenly he shook off Joe, walked away, and sat down on the dirt.He is thinking.

King whispered in Joe's ear, "This man is an opium smoker too, so you stay here with him." After Jin went out, he locked the courtyard door from the outside.Joe suddenly tensed up. He put his box against the wall, sat down, leaned his back against it, and observed the native sitting opposite him from that spot.He was a little tired, and his vision blurred after a while.Dimly, I saw the man stand up slowly and swim to him like a swimmer, holding a bouquet of poppies in his hand.The man was about to open his mouth, when the courtyard door slammed loudly, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and he threw the flowers to the ground.He seemed melancholy, groping inside his clothes as if stroking a sore heart area.Joe watched him worriedly.