Chapter 9 vampire in taxi

Bad things often come together. This is of course a generalization.But if there are several bad things coming together, it is not a general theory.Missed the girl we made an appointment with, the button of the shirt fell off and disappeared, I saw an acquaintance I didn’t want to see in the tram, the tooth decay started to hurt, the rain came unexpectedly, and the taxi was blocked due to a traffic accident—what kind of bastard would say at this time If anything bad happens, come together, and I'll knock him down for sure. You must be like this, right? In the final analysis, general theory is such a thing.

So it is not easy to live in harmony with others.From time to time, I thought to myself: How wonderful it would be if I could lie down and spend my life as a shoemat at the door. However, the world of shoe-matting at the door also has its own general theory of shoe-matting at the door, and it has its own hardships.Anyway, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I was stuck in a taxi on a traffic jam.The autumn rain kept ringing on the roof of the car.When the meter took off, the "click" sound hit me in the head like a shot from a gunpowder barrel. That's all! Besides, I'm only on the third day of quitting smoking.I wanted to think of something happy, but I couldn't think of any.Helpless, I had to think about the order of undressing the girls.First the glasses, then the watch, the rattling bracelet, and then down...

"I say sir," the driver said suddenly, just as I was barely making it to the first button of my shirt. "You think there really are vampires?" "Vampire?" I looked at the driver's face in astonishment.The driver also looked at my face in the rearview mirror. "Vampires are the ones who drink blood...?" "Yes. Exist?" "Not vampire-like beings or metaphorical vampires or something? Not vampire bats or sci-fi vampires or something? Real vampires?" "Of course." With that said, the driver drove the car about fifty centimeters forward.

"I don't know," I said, "I don't know." "It's not easy to do if you don't know. Believe it or not believe it, choose one of the two." "I don't believe it." I said. "Do you not believe in the existence of vampires?" "Do not believe." I took out a cigarette from my pocket and put it on. I didn't light it, but just held the cigarette between my lips. "How about ghosts? Believe?" "I think there are ghosts." "I don't think it's okay to answer Yes or No?" "Yes." I had no choice but to say, "I believe."

"Do you believe in ghosts?" "Yes." "But don't believe in the existence of vampires?" "Do not believe." "Then let me ask you: what is the difference between a ghost and a vampire?" "A ghost, it's probably the opposite of a physical existence." I blurted out.I'm very good at this. "Ho." "However, vampires use the body as the axis of value conversion." "That is to say, you recognize opposites, and you don't recognize value conversion, eh?" "Once the inexplicable things are admitted, it will not end."

"Sir, you are an intellectual." "Hahaha, I have been studying in college for seven years." The driver looked at the winding train ahead, picked up a thin cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.The smell of peppermint rippling in the car. "But what if there are vampires?" "I'm afraid it will hurt my brain." "Troubleshooting light?" "Are you saying no?" "No. Faith is a noble thing. If you think there are mountains, there will be mountains. If you think there are no mountains, there will be no mountains." Kind of like the old Tonopah ballad.

"Is that so?" "That's it." I sighed with an unlit cigarette in my mouth: "So, do you believe in the existence of vampires?" "believe." "why?" "Why? A letter is a letter." "Is there any proof?" "Faith has nothing to do with evidence." "That's true, then." I don't want to fight, I go back and unbutton the girl's shirt, one, two, three... "There is proof," the driver said. "real?" "real." "Look at the evidence." "I'm a vampire."

We were silent for a while.The car was only five meters ahead of just now.The rain is still "battering" incessantly.The billing meter has exceeded 1,500 yuan. "Sorry, can you lend me your lighter?" "Can." I lit the cigarette with the big white lighter that the driver handed me, and inhaled the nicotine I hadn't smoked for three days. "There's enough traffic," the driver said. "It's dark," I said, "but the vampire thing..." "Uh." "Are you really a vampire?" "Yes. There's no point in lying."

"Then, when did you become a vampire?" "It's been nine years. It was the year of the Munich Olympics." "Time stops, you are always beautiful." "Yes, that's right." "Can I ask you one more question?" "Please please." "Why are you a taxi driver?" "Because I don't want to be bound by the concept of a vampire. Wearing a cloak, riding in a carriage, living in a castle—that's not good. I pay taxes properly, and my seal is registered. I dance at the disco and play pinball. .unusual?" "No, nothing abnormal. It's just that I can't figure it out."

"You don't believe me?" "Do not believe?" "You don't believe I'm a vampire, do you?" "Of course I believe it." I said hastily, "If there is a mountain, there is a mountain." "Is that all right?" "So, do you want to suck blood from time to time?" "It's—a vampire." "However, there are good and bad blood, right?" "Yes. Yours won't work, too much smoking." "It's been a while since I quit, I'm afraid it still won't work." "Blood sucking, girls are good anyway. It's like hitting it off."

"It seems understandable. For an actress, what kind of drink is it?" "Kaseko Kishimoto—she thinks it's delicious; Kimie of Shingyoji isn't too bad; Kaoru Momoi is the one who doesn't make people interested. It's roughly like this." "I hope it works." "yes." We bid farewell in fifteen minutes.I opened the door of the room and turned on the light, took a beer from the refrigerator and drank it.After drinking, call the girl you didn't happen to meet.After asking, there are sufficient reasons for missing the opportunity.That's it. "Tell you, it's best not to take the black-painted taxi with the number in Nerima for the time being." "Why?" she asked. "There's a vampire driver." "yes?" "yes." "Worried about me?" "Needless to say." "A black-painted car with the serial number in Nerima?" "Ok." "thanks." "You're welcome." "Good night." "Good night."