Chapter 90 Eighty-nine

Joe to the East (5) He stood in front of Joe, looking thoughtfully at the courtyard wall behind Joe.Joe looked up at him from below, curious at the hand that kept fumbling under his clothes.The weather-beaten hand was very focused, yet a little hesitant, as if searching for a way to pry out its own heart.Joe waited. "Ah, ah!" said he, and what he drew from his breast was a gleaming dagger. Joe stared blankly. He tested the sharpness of the knife with his thumb, then knelt down and looked Joe in the eye, as if asking for his opinion.Joe felt a numb chill on his neck, and he nodded involuntarily.His last thought was: Why do drug addicts still have the desire to kill?But his judgment was wrong.The man dropped the knife and got up and walked away from him.

Joe stared at the blood on the ground.Could it be his blood?Touch the neck, good.Then it's the man's blood.He picked up the dagger from the ground and looked at it, but he didn't find any blood on the knife.Someone was talking above him. "The bleeding is unconscious." It turned out that the surname Jin came in again.Joe saw that the courtyard door was wide open, and there were crowds of people outside the door. Those people were all looking in, but why didn't they come in? "Show me the knife," said Jin. He took the knife and stabbed it into the heart of his chest.Then he knelt down and motioned to Joe with his eyes to help him draw the knife.

Jo's hand trembled violently, but once he grasped the knife, he gained strength at once.He took the handle of the knife, gave it a vigorous stir, and drew the knife.Kim looked at Joe gratefully, the blood gushing from the wound, but stopped after a while.He covered the wound with his clothes.There was a noise outside the door. "This poppy garden is the place where our ancestors dreamed. Today's people, even if they smoke opium, cannot enter their territory. A wicked person like me wants to achieve his goal by killing, but blood cannot conquer those noble people. Heart, this result is doomed."

Joe saw King's face grow very pale and full of grief.He grabbed the courtyard wall made of yellow mud with one hand, and the mud clods fell to the corner one after another.The noise grew louder, and it seemed that everyone wanted to come in, and something was holding them back.What is it? "Where did that man go?" asked Jo. "He is a fearless fellow. I have seen him swallow the blade of a knife. But it is in vain. He has been stranded in this poppy field for several months. According to him, there is no People came out to drive him out, but no one took him in. The opium was miraculously powerful, and he got through these desperate days with it."

"What does he want to do in this garden? Or is he waiting for something to come out?" "Oh, no, that's not the case. He just wanted to be a member of the poppy garden, so that the source of the opium would not be a problem for him. He was here to create a fait accompli. How shameful!" Joe could now take a good look at the Kim.This Kim and that rancher Kim bear no resemblance in appearance.The rancher has the majestic high nose bridge of the northerners, but this one has a flat face. At a glance, the nose is just two holes.But why do they sound so similar?They talk like twins, and even their gestures are exactly the same.Joe recalled Kim, a North Korean who lived halfway up the mountain, and a warm feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.And because of this nostalgia, he also became attached to the flat-featured Jin in front of him.He wanted to tell him his heart.

There was an old man who was pushed into the yard by those yelling outside the door. This man was blind, wearing sunglasses, and holding a stick in his hand.He carefully lit the ground with the stick in his hand, looking very timid. "His eyes were blinded by the light of the snow-capped mountains." Jin's voice was dry. "Did he take opium too?" "Of course, if you don't dare to come into the yard." The wind brought the smell of the old man, a dizzying stench.He was staggering towards the fence at the end of the yard, his gait as if he was about to fall at any moment.

The old man sat down at the foot of the wall, his feet protruding from under his robe, and it turned out that one of his feet was an artificial foot made of wood.He took off his dark glasses, and Joe saw two deep eye sockets. "Why doesn't he want to stay with us?" asked Joe. "This man likes cleaning very much, for fear of getting a little smell on his body. When he came in just now, he probably smelled that there were strangers in the yard—you came from a long way, and you didn't take a shower—so he walked around us Went over there. This old man is famous for his self-discipline. You see, one went, and another came in." He was referring to the old man who had just left and came again.

Joe nodded as he listened, suddenly feeling ashamed.He wanted to ask Kim if he could also get opium for him, but he felt that it was inappropriate to ask such a question on this occasion, because he was an outsider.