Chapter 19 The Bakery Attacks Again!!

So far I'm still not sure if telling my wife about the bakery robbery was the right choice.The problem probably lies in the lack of a benchmark to infer the correctness!In other words, there are many correct results in this world, which are caused by incorrect choices, and on the contrary, there are many incorrect results, which are caused by correct choices.In order to avoid this irrationality - and I think it's okay to say this - it is necessary to take a position of not making any choices, and roughly speaking, I live my life according to this thinking.What happened has happened.What hasn't happened still hasn't happened.

If everything is considered from this standpoint, I tell my wife about the bakery robbery, which has happened.The words that have been spoken are as hard to take back as water. If something happens because of these words, it is also an established fact and can never be changed.If people will look at this event with a strange eye, I think they should explore the overall situation of the event.But no matter how I think about it, things will never change.That's just an idea! I brought up the robbery of the bread before my wife, because I was so hungry that it was just before two o'clock in the night, and my wife and I had a light supper at six, and went to bed at half-past nine. Under the quilt, close your eyes and sleep soundly.However, at that time, for some unknown reason, both of them opened their eyes at the same time.Immediately upon waking, I felt unbearably hungry and had to eat something.

But there was nothing in the refrigerator that could be called food at all, only salad dressing, six bottles of beer, two dried onions, cream and deodorant.We got married two weeks ago, and we haven't clearly established a consensus on food life. There are many things that we have not established at that time besides diet issues. I was working in a law firm and my wife was in charge of affairs at a fashion design school.I'm about twenty-eight or nine years old (I don't know why I can't remember how old I was when I got married) She is two years and eight months younger than me.Our lives are so busy that our home is nothing but a three-dimensional cave.The mess in the house certainly doesn't give the thought of needing to prepare food.

We got up and went into the kitchen, sat around the dining table, we were both so hungry we couldn't sleep anymore - laying down, hungrier - had to get up and find something to do, but didn't expect this more hungry.How this intense feeling of hunger came about, we can not find the cause at all.My wife and I still had a glimmer of hope, and we took turns to open the refrigerator door, but no matter how many times we opened it, the contents of the refrigerator remained the same, just beer, onions, cream, and deodorant.I don't think two dry onions are enough to fill our stomachs, although onion sautéed in cream is a rather tasty dish.Onions should be eaten with other things, it cannot be regarded as a food that can satisfy hunger.

"How about deodorant fried deodorant?" I made this suggestion jokingly, but my wife gave me a disdainful look without saying a word. "Get out in the car and find a restaurant that's open 24 hours!" I said. "As long as you leave the national highway, you can definitely find a restaurant." But the wife rejected my suggestion, saying she hates eating out at this time. "After twelve o'clock at night, going out for dinner always feels wrong," she said. In this respect she is very conservative. "Forget it! Just let the stomach go hungry!"

I said with a sigh. This is probably something that only happened when I was just married, and my wife's opinion (or even an opinion) sounded in my ears like some kind of revelation.Hearing what she said, I feel that my hunger is not the hunger of driving along the national highway to find a 24-hour restaurant and buying some cheap food to satisfy my hunger. This is really a very special kind of hunger. hunger. What exactly is special hunger? I can suggest it here as an image. I was floating on a calm sea in a boat; when I looked down, I could see the top of the submarine volcano in the water; although it seemed that there was not much distance between the sea surface and the mountain top, I don’t know how far it really was Far; the water is so transparent that there is no sense of distance.My wife didn't want to go to a 24-hour restaurant, so I had no choice but to agree, "Forget it! Just let the hunger go!"

After that, in just two to three seconds, these things generally appeared in my mind.Because I am not a psychologist Freud, I cannot make a clear analysis of what meaning these images have. However, these images are heuristic and can be understood intuitively.So, regardless of how hungry I felt, I semi-automatically agreed with her assertion (or even statement) that she would not eat out. There was no other way, so we had to drink beer, because it is more convenient to drink beer than to eat onions.My wife is not much of a beer drinker, I drank four of the six bottles and she drank the other two.While I was drinking a beer, my wife rummaged through the kitchen shelves like a hungry chinchilla, and finally found four buttercream biscuits in the bottom of a plastic bag. They were in the freezer. I used the rest of the cake, which became soft due to the moisture, but we still carefully divided it into two pieces and ate it.

But alas, beer and cream did little to help our hungry bellies. We kept reading the words printed on the beer cans, looked at the clock frequently, took turns to open the refrigerator door, flipped through the evening paper, and swept up the biscuit crumbs that fell on the table with postcards.Time is like a lead weight swallowed into the maw of a fish, dim and heavy. "My stomach has never been so hungry!" said the wife. "Does this phenomenon have anything to do with marriage?" have no idea!I thought to myself.Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't! When my wife went to the kitchen again, wanting to find some food that could fill my stomach, I leaned out of the boat and looked down at the top of the submarine volcano. Surrounding the boat, the transparency of the sea made me feel extremely uneasy. It was as if a big hole suddenly appeared in the depths of my heart, with no exit and no entrance, just a pure void.This wonderful sense of loss in the body, the confusion of being and non-existence, seems to be somewhat similar to the feeling of climbing to the top of a towering steeple and trembling with fear.Hunger and fear of heights have something in common

This is a new discovery. At this time, I suddenly remembered that I had the same experience before.Then, as now, I was unbearably hungry.At that time— "I used to rob a bakery!" I said this without knowing it. "What about robbing a bakery?" The wife immediately asked. So I started thinking about the bakery robbery.I said, taking another sip of beer. Drowsiness, like a silent wave from an earthquake under the sea, rocked my ship violently. "Of course! We got the bread we hoped for!" I continued, "but anyway, it is not a crime, it can only be regarded as an exchange. Because we listened to Wagner Music to get the bread you need, and from a legal point of view, it’s a transactional act.”

"But listening to Wagner doesn't count as work!" said the wife. "Exactly!" I said. "If the owner of the bakery asked us to wash the dishes or clean the glass, we would definitely refuse, and then took the bread without hesitation. But he didn't ask for that, he just asked us to listen to Wagner It was just a record, so my partner and I were very confused. But when the Wagner music was played, I realized that it was completely different from what I expected. These concert halls seemed to cast a spell on us. Even Looking back now, I still think that I should not have accepted the request of the bakery owner at the time, as long as I threatened him with a knife and simply snatched the bread according to the original plan. If I had done this, there should be no more problems gone."

"Is there something wrong?" I rubbed my eyes again with the inside of my wrist. "That's right," I replied. "Although this is not a specific problem that can be clearly seen by the eyes, many things have slowly changed due to this incident, and after a change, it is difficult to return to the original state. In the end, I returned to the university. , finish the required courses, graduate without incident, and then work in a law firm while preparing for the judicial examination, and then marry you, and I will never rob a bakery again.” "Is this the end?" "Yes! That's all." As I said, I drank the rest of the beer in one gulp, so I drank all six bottles of beer, and there were six easy-open cans in the ashtray, like the scales left by a mermaid being killed. Of course nothing will happen, there are several specific things that are clearly visible in front of my eyes, but I don't want to tell her about these things. "What about your partner now?" asked the wife. "I don't know!" I replied. "After a little incident happened, we parted ways. I haven't seen him since, and I don't even know what he's doing now!" My wife was silent for a while, maybe she heard something from my tone that she didn't understand, but she didn't mention it anymore. "Will the robbery of the bakery be the direct cause of your breakup?" "Probably so! This incident shocked us several times more than it appeared on the surface. We have been discussing issues related to bread and Wagner for several days. Whether the choice made is correct, but there is still no conclusion. If you think about it carefully, such a choice should be correct. It does not hurt anyone, and everyone is satisfied with their own needs, although bread The owner of the shop—why he would do this is still beyond my comprehension, but he can preach Wagner's music while we get the bread we need to fill our stomachs, it's not the best of both worlds Is it? But we always feel that there is a big mistake in it, and this mistake has left a very dark shadow in our lives inexplicably. This is the reason for the spell I just said, no doubt We are cursed!" "Has the spell gone?" I made a watch out of six tabs from an ashtray and put it on my hand. "I'm not too sure about this. The world is full of spells. It's really hard to understand which unpleasant event happened because of that spell." "No! There will be no such thing!" My wife said, staring at me with wide eyes. "If you think about it carefully, you will understand! Besides, unless you lift the spell yourself, it will be like a tooth decay. It will be tortured until you die, not only you, but me too!" "you?" "Yes! Because I'm your wife now!" she said. "For example, the hunger we feel now is because of this. Before I got married, I had never been so hungry. Don't you think it's a little strange? This must be the curse you have received, and it has also come to me .” I nodded, and threw the pull ring on my hand back into the ashtray. I don't know how true what she said, but I think her words seem to make sense. The hunger that had been fading away came back again at this time, and this time the hunger was stronger than before, making my head ache.Every throbbing pain in the stomach will quickly spread to the center of the head.My body seems to be composed of all kinds of complicated functions. I saw the submarine volcano again, and the sea water was even clearer than before. If I didn't observe carefully, I couldn't even feel the existence of water, as if the boat was floating in mid-air without any support.Moreover, the outlines of the stones on the bottom of the sea are very clear, as if they can be picked up with one hand. "Although I have only lived with you for about half a month, I do feel that there is always a curse around me." She said, her eyes still staring at me, her hands clasped on the table. "Of course! Before you said it, I didn't know it was a curse, but now I know very well that you are indeed cursed!" "Where do you feel the curse?" I asked. "I felt as if the windows were dusty and hadn't been cleaned in years, hanging from the ceiling." "That's probably not a curse, but myself!" I said with a smile. She didn't smile. "It's not like that, I know very well it's not like that!" "If the spell still exists, as you said, what should I do?" I said. "Go and rob the bakery again, and, right now!" she said with absolute certainty. "Besides, there is no better way to remove the spell!" "Go now?" I asked her back. "Yes, go now and finish all the things you haven't done before while you're still hungry." "But, is there any bakery open in the middle of the night?" "Tokyo is so big, you can definitely find a bakery that is open 24 hours a day." My wife got into a second-hand Toyota car and shuttled through the streets of Tokyo at 2:30 in the morning, looking for a bakery.I held the steering wheel with my hands, and my wife sat in the front seat, like an owl on both sides of the road, casting a piercing gaze in the middle of the night.A stiff, slender automatic shotgun lay across the back seat. Every time the car vibrated, the ready-to-use bullets in his wife's pocket would crackle and crack. There are two black ski masks.I don't know why my wife has a shotgun.The same goes for the ski mask, she and I have never gone skiing.However, she didn't explain everything about these, and I didn't want to ask, but I just felt that married life is really wonderful. However, despite all our equipment, we have not found a bakery that is open 24 hours a day.I drove the car late at night, from Yoyogi to Shinjuku, and then to Yotsuya, Akasaka, Aoyama, Hiroo, Roppongi, Daikanyama, Shibuya, and saw all kinds of people and shops in Tokyo late at night, but nothing Saw a bakery, probably they don't bake bread in the middle of the night! On the way, we encountered two police patrol cars, one of which quietly hid beside the road, and the other passed behind us at a relatively slow speed. I was sweating, but my wife didn't pay attention to the police car at all, and only wanted to find a bakery.Every time the angle of her body changed, the bullets in her pocket made a clashing sound. "Forget it! Give it up!" I said. "There's no bakery open at such a late hour. We should have looked into this beforehand." "parking!" The wife suddenly yelled. I slammed on the car's brakes in a panic. "It's here!" she said in a calm tone. I still put my hands on the steering wheel and looked around. I didn’t see a bakery shop in the vicinity. Every shop on the roadside had their iron gates pulled down. There was silence everywhere except for the barber shop. The neon lights are still spinning in the dark, like a pair of big eyes that can see through this eerie night.In addition, about 200 meters ahead, you can also see the bright signboard of McDonald's. "Didn't see the bakery!" I said. But my wife opened the trunk without saying a word, took out the cloth patch, and then got out of the car, and I also opened the door on the other side and got out of the car.The wife squatted in front of the car and pasted the car's license plate number with a patch, presumably to prevent someone from stealing the license plate number, and then went to the back of the car to paste the license plate there as well, which was very skillful.I stood by and watched her, my mind in complete turmoil. "Go to that McDonald's!" said the wife. The tone is relaxed as if choosing the right restaurant for dinner. "McDonald's is not a bakery!" I retorted. "But it's almost like a bakery!" The wife went back to the car as she spoke. "It's best to be flexible when it's time to accommodate. Anyway, we've come to the front of McDonald's." I had no choice but to follow her instructions, drive the car forward about 200 meters, and park in the McDonald's parking lot.There was only one shiny red Blue Bird parked in the parking lot.My wife handed me the shotgun wrapped in a towel. "I've never cummed on something like this, and I don't want to cum on it!" I protested. "You don't need to shoot! Just hold it, because no one dares to resist you." said the wife. "Is it okay? Do as I say. First, the two of you walked into the store openly, and when the clerk said "Welcome to McDonald's", you immediately put on your ski mask. Are you clear? " "That's pretty clear, but..." "Then you pick up the gun and point it at the clerk, and ask all the staff and customers to gather in one place. You must move quickly. The next thing is all up to me." "but..." "How many burgers do you want?" She asked me, but before I could speak, she said: "Thirty should be enough, right?" "Probably enough!" I said. I walked past the shotgun without breath, opened the towel a little, and saw that the gun was as heavy as a sandbag and as dark as the night. "Do you really need to hold this thing?" I said. Half of it was asking her, and the other half was asking myself. "Of course!" she said. "Welcome to McDonald's!" A young counter lady wearing a McDonald's hat and a McDonald's smile said to me. Because I always thought that there should be no girls working in McDonald's at such a late night, so the moment I saw her, I felt a confusion in my head; fortunately, I immediately recovered and put on my ski hat. The counter lady had a surprised expression on her face when she saw us suddenly put on our ski hats. The way to deal with this situation should not be written in the "McDonald's Hospitality Manual"!She is finishing: "Welcome to McDonald's!" After that, although I wanted to continue, I opened my mouth wide and couldn't utter a word.There was still a smile on his face, but his lips were so pale that they kept trembling. I hurriedly took off the towel, picked up the gun, and aimed at the customer seat.There was only a student-like couple in the customer seat, lying on the plastic table, sleeping very peacefully.On the table, the heads of the two of them and the cups of Strawberry Snow were neatly arranged, like an avant-garde artwork.Because both of them slept like dead people, so I don't think there will be any obstacles to our homework!So I aimed the gun at the counter. There are three cashiers at McDonald's. The lady at the counter is about 20 years old with an oval face;All three of them gathered in front of the cash register, staring wide-eyed at the muzzle of the gun. No one yelled loudly, and no one seemed to come out to grab us.Because the gun was so heavy, I had to put my finger on the trigger and the body of the gun on the counter. "I can give you all the money!" The store manager said in a hoarse voice. "However, all of them have been recovered at 11:10, and there are not many left here, please take them all away! We have insurance, it doesn't matter!" "Please pull down the iron gate in front and turn off the light on the signboard!" said the wife. "Wait a minute, please!" said the store manager. "I can't promise you this, because I will be punished by my superiors if I close the store arbitrarily." The wife repeated the same order again. "You better do what she says!" I advised him. The store manager looked at the muzzle of the gun on the counter and his wife's face in a daze. Finally, he had no choice but to turn off the light on the front panel and put down the pullers on the front.I have been on the alert to prevent him from pressing the alarm while he is in a hurry, but according to the current situation, the McDonald's burger chain does not seem to have an emergency alarm. Maybe they didn't expect that someone would want to rob the burger restaurant! When the front sliding door was rolled to the ground, it automatically locked with a loud bang, but a pair of students lying on the table were still soundly asleep.I haven't slept so soundly in a long time. "Thirty burgers to go!" said the wife. "The money here is enough for you to buy thirty hamburgers. Please take this money and buy it elsewhere, okay?" the store manager said. "Otherwise our books will be very troublesome, in other words..." "You better do what she says!" I repeated it again. The three of them entered the kitchen together and began to make thirty hamburgers.The part-time student is grilling the hamburger meat, the store manager sandwiches it into the bread, and the counter lady wraps it in white paper.At this time, it was quiet all around, and no one spoke. I leaned against the large refrigerator, pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at the iron plate for grilling hamburgers, and on the iron plate was a piece of hamburger meat that was almost dark brown and round, making squeaking noises due to frying.The sweet aroma of the barbecue is like a group of invisible worms. It penetrates the pores of my body, mixes into the blood, patrols every corner of my body, and finally gathers in the hungry hole in the center of my body. In the process, my limbs were weak, and I was so exhausted physically and mentally that I almost fainted. I really want to grab a hamburger or two wrapped in white wrappers and pile up on the side to eat a hearty meal, but if I do, our purpose will be seen immediately, so we I had to wait until all the thirty burgers were ready. It was very hot in the kitchen and we were sweating a lot with our ski masks on. While the three of them were making burgers, they occasionally raised their heads to sneak a glance at the muzzle of the gun. From time to time, I use the fingertips of the little finger of my left hand to dig the ears on both sides, because whenever I get nervous, my ears get itchy.But as soon as I dug my ears, the gun body would shake up and down unsteadily, which made the three of them emotionally confused.Although the safety lock of the gun has been firmly locked, there is no need to worry about an explosion, but the three of them don't know about it, and I don't intend to tell them deliberately. Three people are making hamburgers, and I point the muzzle at the iron plate to watch, while my wife pays attention to the two sleeping customers in the customer seat, while she is holding the finished hamburgers, she neatly wraps the wrapped hamburgers Arranged in paper bags, each containing fifteen hamburgers. "Why do you have to do this?" the young counter lady said to me. "You can take away the money and buy something you like, wouldn't that be better? But you still want to eat thirty hamburgers, what is your intention? I couldn't answer a word, so I shook my head at her. "Although our behavior is a bit bad, who told the bakery not to open at night?" His wife explained to her. "If the bakery is open, we must go and grab the bakery." Whether such an explanation can make them understand, I feel very doubtful, but since then, they have stopped talking, quietly grilling the hamburger meat, sandwiching the hamburger meat in the bread, and then wrapping it in wrapping paper.After the two paper bags were filled with thirty hamburgers, the wife ordered two large glasses of Coke from the counter lady, but she paid for the Coke in full. "We don't grab anything except bread," his wife explained to her. Her head moved, as if she was shaking her head and nodding, probably two movements at the same time!I feel that I can empathize with her feelings very well. Then the wife took out the thin rope for tying things from her pocket—she had prepared so well—and tied the three of them to the post. The three of them probably realized that it was useless to talk too much, so they obediently listened to her. At the mercy of.Although his wife asked them considerately: "Will it hurt?" "Want to go to the bathroom?" But they never said a word. I wrapped the gun in a towel, and my wife picked up the paper bag with the McDonald's logo in both hands, opened the front sliding door, and walked out together.The two people in the customer seats were still sleeping like fish in the deep sea, sleeping in a dream.The question of what could have awakened the two of them from their slumber puzzled me greatly. After thirty minutes of driving, the car pulled into a proper building parking lot, and we happily ate burgers and drank Cokes.I stuffed a total of six hamburgers into my empty stomach, my wife ate four, and left twenty more in the backseat of the car. With the dawn of dawn, the hunger we thought might last forever disappeared.The first rays of the sun dyed the dirty walls of the building yellow, and the huge advertising tower of "Sony Hi-Fi Audio System" still shone brightly. Amidst the rumble of large trucks passing by from time to time, there seemed to be mixed Birds chirping and country music playing on the radio.We shared a cigarette, and when the cigarette was finished, my wife rested her head on my shoulder. "Do you really think it's necessary to do this?" I asked her one time. "Of course!" she replied. Then I just took a deep breath and fell asleep.Her body is as soft as a kitten. After I was left alone, I leaned out of the boat again and looked at the underwater landscape, but at this time, I couldn't see the appearance of the submarine volcano anymore.The water was calm, reflecting the blue sky, and the little waves clasped the sides of the boat like a silky nightgown swaying slowly in the breeze. I lay flat on the bottom of the boat, closed my eyes, and waited for the high tide to carry me to the most suitable place.