Chapter 9 Part 4 Chapters 20 and 21

People believe in God because the world is very complicated.They thought that something as complex as a flying squirrel, or a human eye, or a brain, simply couldn't have happened by chance.But they should think logically, and if they can think logically, they will understand that they can ask such questions because they have actually happened and existed for a long time.There are billions of lifeless planets in the universe, and of course no intelligent person on these planets would notice this problem.Just like if everyone on the planet flipped a coin, someone would end up with 5,698 heads in a row, and they would feel that they were special.Not really, because there are millions of people who didn't get heads 5,698 times.

Besides, the existence of life on the earth is accidental, but it is an extraordinary accident.For this chance to happen in such an extraordinary way, three conditions must have been met, these three conditions are: 1. These things must be able to copy by themselves (this is called copying). Second, a little error must occur during the copying process (this is called mutation). 3. These errors must also occur in their copies (this is called heredity).All three conditions are extremely rare, but not impossible, and it could conceive life.At the same time, its occurrence is accidental, but it does not necessarily only appear on rhinos, humans and whales, any object is possible.

For example, someone said how could an eye happen by chance?Because even an eye had to evolve from something else very eye-like.So what's the use of half an eye?Half an eye also has its function, because half an eye means that the animal can also see half of the animal that wants to eat it and get away quickly, not to mention that it can eat those animals with only one-third of the eye, or only one hundred Forty-nine-eyed animals, because these animals do not move as fast as it does, and the animal that is eaten cannot have offspring because it is dead. Those who believe in God believe that God put man on earth because man is a superior imitation of animals, when in fact man is just a species of animal and they will one day evolve into another animal, that animal Smarter than humans, and eventually even put humans in zoos, just like we put chimpanzees and gorillas in zoos.Or, human beings will eventually become extinct due to a disease, or they will destroy themselves by creating too much pollution. At that time, only insects will be left on the earth to become the best animals on the earth.

199 I hesitated whether I should get off the train because the train was about to stop in London.I was terrified, in case the train went somewhere else, and I didn't even know anyone. Some people came to use the bathroom and went out after a while, but they didn't see me.I smell poop and that smell is different from what I smell when I go into the toilet. I closed my eyes and solved some math problems in my head to keep my thoughts from wandering. The train stopped again, and I wanted to climb out of the shelf and go back to get my schoolbag and get off the train, but I didn't want the police to see me and hand me over to my father, so I still hid on the shelf and didn't dare to move. No one saw me this time.

I remembered there was a map on the wall of the school classroom, it was a map of England and Scotland and Wales, and all the towns and cities were marked on it, and I recalled the geographical location of Swindon and London in my mind, and it went like this : I have been paying attention to the time since the train started. It was 12:59 noon, and the first stop was at 1:16 pm, which is seventeen minutes later.The current time is one thirty-nine in the afternoon, and twenty-three minutes have passed since the last stop.In other words, if the train hadn't made a sharp bend, we would have been out to sea, but I don't know if it did.

After that the train made another four stops. Four people came to take the luggage on the rack, and two people put the luggage on the rack, but no one came to move the large suitcase in front of me.Only one guy saw me and he said, "You're a freak, man." That guy was in a suit.In addition, another six people went to the toilet one after another, but I didn't smell the smell of poop, fortunately. The train stopped again, and a woman in a yellow waterproof jacket came to get the big suitcase, and she asked me, "Did you touch it?" I said: "Yes." She just walked away.

Then another man stood by the shelf and said, "Come and see, Barry, there seems to be a train spirit here." Another man came and stood beside him and said, "We've both had too much to drink." The first man said, "Maybe we should feed him some nuts." The second man said, "You've got a really cool brain." The first guy said, "Come on, move, you idiot. I'm not drunk, I haven't had enough beer yet." Then they left too. At last the train was really quiet and motionless, and I never heard a sound again.So I decided to get off the shelf, go back and get my bag, and see if the cop was still in his seat.

I climbed off the shelf and looked through the glass in the door and there was no sign of the police, but so was my schoolbag, which contained Toby's feed and my math textbook, and my clean underwear, tank top , shirts, orange juice, milk, fresh orange juice, petit fours, and baked beans. At this moment, I heard footsteps and looked back. It was another policeman, not the one in the previous car.I saw him from the door in the next car, looking under the chairs.I was sure I didn't like the cops that much and got out of the car in a hurry. When I found that the place where the train came into the station was so spacious, and my ears were filled with noise and echo, I couldn't help falling to my knees, because I felt like I was going to pass out.Kneeling on the ground, I was thinking which way to go out, and then I decided to go in the direction where the train came in, because this was the bottom station, which is the direction of London.

I stood up and imagined a thick red line drawn on the ground, parallel to the train and the gate on the other side.I walked on the red line and said in my mouth: "Left, right, left, right..." as before. When I got to the gate, a man said to me, "It looks like someone is looking for you, kid." I said, "Who's looking for me?" I thought it was my mother, maybe the policeman in Swindon called her from the number I gave him. He said, "Police." I said, "I know." He said: "Oh, good." Then he said: "Then you wait here, I will call them." After finishing speaking, he walked back to the train.

I continued to walk forward, and I felt as if there was a balloon in my chest, which was so stuffy and painful.I covered my ears with my hands, went to a small shop in the center of the hall and stood leaning against the wall. There were some words written on the wall: "Reservations for hotels and theaters, please call: 02074025164", I kept my hands away from my ears, groaned to block the noise, and looked around, carefully checking all the signs in the room to see if this was London.Here are the signs: But after a few seconds, the sign turned into this: It turned out to be too much, and my brain was malfunctioning.I was so panicked that I immediately closed my eyes again and counted slowly to fifty, but there was no mental calculation of cubes.Once I stood still, I opened my Swiss army knife in my pocket, so that I could feel a little more secure, and I held the pocket knife tightly in my hand.

Then I bent the fingers of the other hand to form a small cylinder, and then opened my eyes and looked out of the small cylinder, so that I could only look at one signboard at a time.After a long time, I finally saw such a sign, which was hung above the window of a small shop. A man came towards me, he was wearing a blue jacket, blue trousers, and a pair of brown leather shoes on his feet. He held a book in his hand and said to me: "You seem to be lost." I pull out my Swiss Army knife. He said: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." He raised his hands, his five fingers spread out into a fan shape, as if he was saying that he loves me, and he wants me to spread my fingers to touch his fingers, but he raised his hands, not Just raise one hand like father and mother, not to mention I don't know him either. He just walked away backwards with his hands up. I walked to the small shop with the signboard, I felt my heart beating violently, and my ears heard the roar like sea waves.I went to the window and said, "Is this London?" But there was no one in the window. Presently someone came and sat behind the window, a black lady with long fingernails painted pink.I said, "Is this London?" She said, "Yes, honey." I said, "Is this London?" "Exactly," she said. I said: "How can I get to Block C, 451 Chater Road, 5NG, North West London Second District?" She said, "What's that place?" I said: "Block C, 451 Chart Road, 5NG, Northwest Second District, London, sometimes it can also be written as No. 451 C, 5NG Willesden Chart Road, Northwest Second District, London." The lady said to me, "Take the subway and get off at Willesden Junction, sweetheart, or you can get off at Willesden Park, it's closer." I said, "What is a subway?" She said, "Are you serious?" I said nothing. She said, "Over there, see that big staircase with the escalator? See that sign? It says 'Metro', take the Bakerloo Line and get off at Willesden Junction, or take the Jubilee Get off at Willesden Park, okay, honey?" I looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, there was a big stairway leading to the ground, and there was such a big sign above the stairway I thought I could do it, because everything was going well, I was in London, and I was going to find my mother.I also had to treat the crowd around me like cows in a field, and I just kept looking ahead, mentally drawing a thick red line on the floor of the hall, and following it. I walked down the hall to the escalator.I clutched my Swiss army knife in one hand and Toby in my other pocket so he wouldn't get away. The escalator is the same as the stairs, except that it is constantly moving. People step on it and carry it up and down the stairs. I can't help laughing because I have never sat on it before, and it reminds me of a movie about the future world. sci-fi movie.I don't want to sit on it though, so I take the stairs down instead. The underground is a small space with a lot of people, and there are blue lights on the ground under some pillars, I like it, but I don't like crowds, so when I saw a photo booth, and I was in 199 When I went into the photo booth on March 25, 2004 to take a passport photo, I immediately hid in it, because it was like a cupboard, which gave people a sense of security, and I could look from the inside out through the curtains. I can also observe the crowd from here.I saw people push their tickets into the gray ticket gates and walk in, and some people bought tickets from a row of huge black machines on the wall. I saw forty-seven people do it and I wrote it down and I imagined a thick red line on the ground and I followed it to the wall where there was a chart listing all the stops names, in alphabetical order.I found Willesden Park, and it said two pounds and twentypence.I walked up to one of the machines, and there was a small screen on the machine that said "Please select the type of ticket". I pressed the button that most people press, "Adult One-way", and then pressed the "Two pounds and twenty pence" button, The words "Please put in two pounds and twenty pence" appeared on the screen. I stuffed three one-pound copper coins into the coin slot, and the machine made a clicking sound, and the words "Please take back the ticket and change the money" appeared on the small screen. There was a small hole under the machine, and there appeared a fifty-pence coin, a twenty-pence coin, and a ten-pence coin in the hole. I put all the coins in my pocket, walked to the gray ticket gate, and put the ticket in In the small hole, it is sucked in immediately and sent out from the other end at the same time.At this time, someone behind me said: "Come on." I let out an angry dog ​​squawk and walked forward. This time the door opened, and I watched as I collected the ticket.I love the gray ticket gate, it also looks like a futuristic invention from a sci-fi movie. Next I had to figure out which direction to go.I clung to the wall so that no one would touch me.There are "Bakerloo Line" and "Interval Circular Line" here, but there is no "Jubilee Line" that the lady said, so I decided to take the Bakerloo Line and get off at the Willesden Junction Station. In addition, there is a stop sign of each stop on the Bakerloo line, which is like this: I read all the stops and found "Wilsden Connection Station", so I followed the direction of the "no" arrow Go through the passage on the left. There is a fence in the middle of the passage. Many people walk straight to the left, while those on the other side of the fence walk from the right, as if they are on the road.So I also drew a gourd and walked to the left in the same way.The passage turned to the left and there were more doors and a sign that said "Bakerloo Line" and an arrow pointing down the escalator. The handrail, but because the handrail moved with it, I didn't fall.A couple of people I didn't know were standing very close to me and I was tempted to punch them and tell them to go away but since I had been warned I held back. When I got to the bottom, I quickly jumped off the escalator, but I stumbled and bumped into the person in front, and someone immediately shouted: "Be careful." There are two roads ahead, one refers to "North", I chose this one , because Willesden is in the upper half of the stop sign, and the upper half usually refers to the north. Not long after, I came to another station. This station was not only small, it was located underground, and it only had a single-track track. The walls were arc-shaped, and there were many large advertisements on it, such as "Exit", "London Transport Museum", "Choose Career Carefully" , "Jamaica", "British Railways", "No Smoking", "Heartbeat", "Heartbeat", another "Heartbeat", "Passengers heading to Queen's Park and other stations, please take the first train. Passengers who need to transfer, Please get off at Queen's Park Station.", "Hammersmith and City Line", "Better Than Family" and so on.There are a lot of people in the small station, because it is underground and there are no windows around, I don't like it, so I found a bench and sat down on one end of the bench. Many more people poured into the small station one after another, and someone sat down on the other side of the bench. It was a woman, holding a black suitcase, wearing purple shoes with a parrot-shaped badge pinned to the lapel. pin.Crowds kept pouring in, suddenly making a small platform more crowded than a big one, and soon, even the advertisements on the wall were blocked from view.The back of a man's coat brushed against my knees. I felt sick and groaned loudly. The lady sitting on the bench stood up, but no one else sat down.My feeling at this time is very similar to the usual cold and sickness, when I have to lie in bed all day, my whole body hurts, I can't walk, I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't do math. Soon I heard a sound as if someone was fencing a sword, a strong wind came, and a rumbling noise appeared. I closed my eyes, and the rumbling sound became louder and louder. I also groaned loudly, but I still couldn't block the sound from my ears Outside, I felt as if the station was about to collapse or catch fire and I was about to die.Fortunately, the rumble gradually turned into a rattle and a screech of brakes, and finally calmed down and stopped.I still keep my eyes closed because it makes me feel more secure.After a while, the surroundings became quieter, and I heard the movement of the crowd.When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything for a moment, because there was a crowd of people in front of me, and then I found that they were all boarding a train that appeared at an unknown time, and it turned out that the rumbling sound came from this train.The roots of my hair were sweating and running down my face, and I was moaning, but it wasn't the same moan as before, it was more like the whining sound of a puppy when its paw was hurt, although I heard the sound, I didn't realize it at first That was sent by myself. I was shaking and I wanted to go home.But it immediately occurred to me that I couldn't go home because my father was there, he lied, he killed Wellington, which means it's not my home anymore, my home is now at 450 Chater Road, 5NG NW London Block 1 C.Thinking that I would actually have the feeling of "wanting to go home" made me panic again, because it showed that my heart was starting to be a little abnormal. One after another, more people entered the small station, which was even more crowded than before.The booming sound came again, I closed my eyes, my body was sweating, and I felt nauseous, as if a balloon in my chest was constantly inflating, and I couldn't breathe.People got on the train again, and the small station suddenly emptied.Soon it was full of people, and another train also rumbled into the station.This situation is very similar to the one time I had a cold, and I wanted to stop it, like pulling the plug from the wall when the computer crashed.I want to go to bed so I don't have to use my head because the only thing I can think about is the pain and there is no room in my head for other thoughts.But I couldn't sleep again, so I had to sit, unable to do anything but wait and the pain. Swindon London Underground 3rd Platform 4th Platform Bakerloo Line I Hallorching WellsEast KentonSouth KentonNorth WainBravenBlaywynCentral SquareStonebridge ParkHalsdenWilsden Shuttle Kensar ParkQueen's ParkGibbon ParkMaidavilleWarwick AvenuePie Dington Edgewell Road Maryleben Baker Street Regent's Park Oxford Circus Piccadilly Circus Charing Cross River Bank Waterloo Lambeth North End Elephant Castle I fell asleep and had one of my favorite dreams.I have this dream sometimes during the day too, it's a daydream, but I often have it at night. In the dream, almost all the people on the earth died because they were infected with a virus, but it was not like a normal virus, it was like a computer virus.They are infected because an infected person says something ulterior, and the look on people's faces when they say it.In other words, as long as people saw the infected person on TV, they would be infected, and the disease quickly spread all over the world. People infected with this virus will sit on the sofa all day long, do nothing, eat or drink, and die naturally.But I also sometimes have different versions of the dream, like watching two different versions of a movie, the release version and the "director's cut", like Blade Runner.In some versions of the dream, the virus causes a person to smash up a car, or walk into the ocean and drown, or jump into a river.I think this version is better, because you don't see the corpses everywhere. In the end, there are only people left in this world who don't look at other people's faces and don't understand what these pictures represent. These are special people like me who are loners and I hardly see them because they are like the Congolese okapis, a small giraffe that is very shy and rare. In my dream, I can freely travel around the world, no one will talk to me, or touch me, or ask me questions.It doesn't matter if I don't feel like going out, I can stay home and eat broccoli and oranges and candy bars anytime, or play computer games all week, or sit in the corner of the room with a Sterling copper plates scraped back and forth over the radiator fins of the radiator.I don't have to go to France either. I could get out of my father's house and wander the streets.Although in broad daylight, the surrounding area is still very quiet, except for the birds singing and the breeze blowing, there is no noise at all, sometimes there are buildings collapsing in the distance, if I am very close to the traffic lights on the street, I can hear them The slight sound of the signal light changing. I can go into someone's house and play the detective, and I can also break a window, and since everyone is dead, it doesn't matter.I go into the store and grab whatever I want, like a pink cookie, or PJ's raspberry-mango smoothie, or a computer game, or a book, or a video. I took the ladder out of my father's van and climbed up to the roof, then set the ladder over the gap between the two houses and climbed up to the next roof.Nothing done in a dream is illegal. Then I found other people's car keys and I drove their car away, even if it hit something, so I drove to the beach and parked and got out of the car, it was pouring rain outside, and I got an ice cream from a store.Then I went down to the beach, and there was sand and big rocks all over the place, and on a tor stood a lighthouse, but there was no light, because the lightkeeper was dead. I was standing in the sea, and the tide came up and covered my shoes. I didn't go swimming for fear of sharks.I stood there looking at the sea level, took out my long metal ruler and measured it against the line where the sea and the sky meet, and found that the sea level was a curve and the earth was round.The waves hit my feet, one wave after another with regularity, like the rhythm of music or drums. I changed into dry clothes from someone's house, whose family was dead.Then I went back to my father's house, and in fact it wasn't my father's house anymore, it was mine now.I made myself some mixed vegetable stew and a strawberry smoothie with red food coloring, then I watched videos about the solar system, played a few more computer games, and went to bed. My dream ends here, I am very happy. This part is another record. Sharon said I should write it down, so I wrote down the advertisement on the opposite wall in the small station, but I can't remember all of it, because I thought I was going to die at the time. Here's what the ad says: In addition to these words, there is a huge photo of two orangutans hanging from a branch, there is a tree behind them, but the image of the leaves is blurred, because the focus of the lens is the two orangutans, not the leaves, And the orangutans are moving. The word orangutan (orang-utan) comes from the Malay word oranghutan, which means "human in the jungle". An ad is a picture or a TV video, and it tells people to buy a car or sneakers or use a web server, but this ad is for a holiday in Malaysia.Malaysia is located in Southeast Asia and consists of the Malay Peninsula, Sabah, Sarawak, and Rab Bay. The capital is Kuala Lumpur.Its highest mountain is Mount Kinabalu (Kinabalu Mountain), which is 4,101 meters high, but it does not appear in the advertisement. Sharon said that people take vacations to open their eyes and see new things and relax, but vacations can't make me relax. To see new things, you can observe soil under a microscope.It occurred to me that there were so many things in just one room, and it would take years to remember them all.Besides, a thing is interesting because it is thought of, not because it is new.For example, Sharon taught me to rub a wet finger against the rim of a thin glass to make a chanting sound.You can pour water at different heights into different glasses, and they will emit different notes, because they have different so-called "resonant frequencies", and you can even create the tune of "Two Tigers".Many people have thin glass in their homes and don't know it's possible to do this. Here's what the ad says: Malaysia, the true face of Asia. Through a feast for the eyes and taste buds, you will find yourself in a country of contrasts.There is tradition, nature, and a prosperous metropolis.From urban life, to nature reserves, to leisurely beach wandering moments, it is unforgettable.Individual itineraries start from £575. Please call 01306747000, contact major travel agencies or go online at www.kuoni.co.uk. This is a world like no other. There are three other photos, all small, with the palace, the beach, and another palace. This is what the two orangutans look like. Dream Vacation Kuoni Malaysia I kept my eyes closed and didn't look at my watch at all.The train regularly enters and leaves the station, like the rhythm of music or drumming, and also like counting, saying: "Left, right, left, right, left, right..." This is how Sharon taught me to calm down .I myself said in my head: "The train came, the train stopped, the train left, calm down. The train came, the train stopped, the train left..." As if only the train was in my mind.I usually don't imagine things that didn't happen because that's a lie and it scares me.But it's still better than just watching the trains come and go, because watching it scares me even more. I didn't open my eyes, and I didn't look at my watch.It's like being in a dark room with the curtains closed and you can't see your fingers, like waking up in the middle of the night and the only sound you hear is the voice in your head.And that's good, because it makes it seem like the little station doesn't exist, away from my mind, and I'm in bed, safe and sound. After a period of time, the intermittent sound between the trains gradually lengthened, and I heard that the number of passengers waiting for the train before the train entered the station was gradually decreasing, so I opened my eyes and looked at the watch. It pointed to 8:07 in the evening. I sat on the bench for close to five hours, but it didn't feel like that long, just my lower abdomen was bloated and I was hungry and thirsty. Then I realized that Toby was gone, not in my pocket.I don't want him to get lost, because we're not at Father's or Mother's house, and there's no one at this little station to feed him, and he'll starve to death, or get run over by a train. I looked up and saw a long black box above my head, it was an indicator light, and it said: The bottom row of marquees rolled over and disappeared, and another line of words appeared, which read: After a while it becomes: The sound of fencing came, and the roaring train pulled into the station.I guess there must be a big computer somewhere that knows where all the trains are, and it's the one that sends signals to the black boxes at the various stations telling them when the trains are coming in.Thinking about it this way, my heart is more at ease, because everything is proceeding in an orderly manner according to the plan. The train came into the station, stopped, five people got on, another rushed to the platform to get on, and seven got off.Soon the door closed automatically, and the train drove away again.When the next train came again, I was not so scared, because the black box said "train in", I knew that scene would happen immediately. I decided to look for Toby because there were only three people left on the platform.I stood up and searched up and down the station, even to the entrance of the underground passage, but I couldn't find it.Instead, I searched for dark places on the lower tracks. Sure enough, there were two mice there, both black and covered with mud.I was happy, I love all kinds of different kinds of mice, but they weren't Toby, so I kept looking. Finally I saw Toby, also in the dark by the railroad track, and I knew it was Toby because he was white and he had an oval brown spot on his back.So I climbed off the platform.Toby is eating a discarded candy wrapper.At this time, someone exclaimed: "My God, what are you doing?" I bent down to grab Toby, but he got away.I followed him, bending down and saying, "Toby...Toby...Toby." Holding out his hand for him to smell me. Someone yelled, "My God, come up." I looked up and there was a man in a green raincoat, black shoes and gray socks with diamonds. I yelled, "Toby... Toby..." but it ran away again. The man in the argyle socks grabbed my shoulder and I screamed.Then I heard the sound of fencing, and Toby ran away again, but this time he ran in the other direction, skimmed past my feet, and I caught him by the tail. The man in the argyle socks said, "Oh my God, oh my God." Then I heard a boom, I lifted Toby and grabbed him with both hands, but he bit my thumb, blood flowed out immediately, I yelled, Toby struggled to break free from my grasp. The rumble was getting louder and louder. I turned around and saw the train was about to exit the tunnel. I was about to be run over by the train. I wanted to climb up to the platform, but the platform was too high, and I held Toby again with both hands. The man in the argyle socks grabbed me and pulled me hard.I screamed, but he kept pulling me until he got me onto the platform and we both fell to the ground.I kept screaming as he pulled and hurt my shoulder.The next moment the train came into the station, I stood up, ran over to the bench, put Toby in my coat pocket, and he became very quiet and stopped moving. The guy in the argyle socks stood next to me and said, "You think this is fun?" I said nothing. He said again, "What are you doing?" The doors of the train opened, people got off, and a woman stood behind the man in argyle socks, carrying a guitar case like Sharon's. I said, "I'm looking for Toby, he's my pet mouse." The man in the argyle socks said, "What a fucking madman." The woman with the guitar case said, "Is he all right?" The man in the argyle socks said, "Him? God the fuck, my god, pet rat. Oops, my car." He ran after the train, pounding his fist on the closed door, but the train moved on. gone.The man scolded: "Damn it." The woman said, "Are you okay?" She touched my shoulder, and I screamed again. She said, "Okay, okay, okay." There was a sticker on her guitar case that read: I was sitting on the floor and the woman got down on one knee and said, "Do you need help?" If she was a teacher at the school, I might say: "Where is Block C, 451 Chater Road, 5NG Willesden, North West London, 2nd District?" But she is a stranger, so I said: "Go away ’ because I don’t like her being so close to me.And I said, "I have a Swiss army knife with a saw blade on it that cuts off people's fingers." She said, "Well, man, just pretend you don't appreciate it." She got up and walked away. "Crazy, my God," said the man in the argyle socks, holding a bloodstained handkerchief to his face. Another train arrives, the man in the argyle socks and the woman with the guitar case get on, and the train departs again. Next, another eight trains left, and I decided to plan the next step after getting on the train. So I got on the next train. Toby wanted to run out of my pocket, and I grabbed it, put it in my outside pocket, and held it down with one hand. There were eleven passengers in the car, and I didn't like to enter the tunnel in a small space with eleven people, so I concentrated on the inside of the car.There are some signs in the car that say: "Scandinavia and Germany have fifty-three thousand nine hundred and sixty-three holiday cottages." GBP", "TVIC", "EPBIC", "BRV", "CON?IC", "Do not obstruct the door switch", "Dialogue with the world". There is this pattern on the wall of the car: This pattern on the seat: The train shook so badly that I had to hold on to the handrail.The train entered the tunnel with a loud bang. I closed my eyes and felt the blood throbbing on both sides of my neck. The train left the tunnel, and we came to another small station called "Warwick Avenue". The big characters were written on the wall. I like it, and it is clear at a glance. Before arriving at the Willesden transit station, I used time to measure the distance between the stations and found that the time required to arrive at each station was in multiples of fifteen seconds, for example: Paddington 0:00 Warwick Avenue 1:30 Maida Vale 3:15 Gibbon Park 5:00 Queen's Park 7:00 Kensal Park 10:30 Willesden Transit 11:45 The train stopped at Willesden Interchange, the doors opened automatically and I stepped out.Soon the door closed automatically again, and the train drove away.Except for me, everyone who got off climbed the stairs and crossed the overpass. At the end there were only two people left on the platform. shoes, humming a song, but I couldn't hear what he was singing.The other person is an Indian in the shop, also a man, and the shop is embedded in a small window in the wall. I really don't want to talk to any of them, because I'm tired and hungry, and I've already talked to too many strangers, which is dangerous.The more dangerous things you do, the more likely things will go wrong.But I don't know how to find Block C, 451 Chater Road, 5NG, North West London Second District. I have to ask someone. So I approached the person in the small shop, and I said, "Where is Block C, 451 Chater Road, 5NG, Northwest Second District, London?" The man picked up a small book and handed it to me, saying, "Two nine five." The book was called A-Z Street Map and Index of Companies in the City of London, and I opened it, and there were many maps in it. The person in the small shop said, "Should I buy it or not?" I said, "I don't know." He said: "Then please take your dirty hands away." After finishing speaking, he took the book back. I said, "Where is Block C, 451 Chart Road, 5NG, Northwest London Second District?" "You either buy an A-Z map or fuck off, I'm not a know-it-all," he said. I said, "Is this the A-Z map?" I pointed to the book. He said, "No, that's a fucking alligator." 我说：“这就是A—Z地图吗？”它明明不是鳄鱼，我以为我听错了，因为他的口音很重。 他说：“是的，这就是A—Z街道地图。” 我说：“能卖给我吗？” 他说：“二英镑九十五便士，但是你要先给钱，免得你溜走。”我这才明白，原来他刚才说“二九五”是二英镑九十五便士的意思。 我给他二英镑九十五便士，他找钱给我，一如家附近的小店。我背倚着墙坐在地上，和那个浑身脏兮兮的人一样，但是离他很远。我把书打开。 封面里有一大张伦敦地图，上面有大教堂、波普拉、艾克顿、斯坦摩尔这些地方。还有“地图页码索引”。地图上画满了大方格，每一方格内都标示两个阿拉伯数字，威尔斯登就位于“４２”和“４３”的方格内。我琢磨出这些阿拉伯数字就是依比例放大的伦敦区域地图的页数，整本书就是一张大张的伦敦市街图，只是它被分割了钉成一本书，我喜欢。 但是威尔斯登中转站不在四十二页和四十三页上，我从“地图页码索引”上找到它在紧接着四十二页底下的五十八页上。我以螺旋状的方式寻找威尔斯登中转站，就像我在史云登寻找火车站那样，只不过这次是用手指指着地图。 那个穿着不成对鞋子的醉汉站在我面前说：“大起士，没错，护士，根本没那回事，该死的骗子，该死的骗子。” 说完，他走开了。 我花了好长时间才找到查特路，原来它不在五十八页，又回到四十二页去了，而且位于“5C”的方格内。 以下是威尔斯登中转站与查特路之间的道路形态：下面是我的路线： 我爬上楼梯，穿过天桥，将车票塞进灰色的收票口，走上街道。街道上有一辆巴士，还有一部大机器，上面有块牌子写着“英格兰、威尔士暨苏格兰铁路局”，不过是黄色的。我四下张望，发现天色已黑，到处是闪亮的灯光。我有好一段时间没有在户外了，眼前的一切令我感到不舒服。我一直眯着眼睛，只稍稍察看一下道路的形状，我便找到我要走的“站前大道”和“橡树路”了。 我继续往前走，但雪伦说我不需要详述每个细节，只要把一些有趣的事写出来就行了。 我终于找到伦敦西北二区5NG查特路四百五十一号C座，总共花了二十七分钟。我按了标示“C座”的电铃，但无人应门。其间惟一有趣的事是，有八个人打扮成维京人，头上戴着牛角头盔，大声喧闹着路过。不过他们不是真的维京人，真的维京人是距今大约两千年前的古人。这时我又想尿尿了，所以我从一家已经打烊的“博蒂特汽车修理厂”拐进一条暗巷去解决。其实我不喜欢这样，但我不想尿湿裤子。除了这个插曲之外其它乏善可陈。 我决定在门外等候，但愿母亲没有出去度假，否则至少要等一个星期以上。但我试着不去这样想，因为我不可能回史云登了。 于是我在伦敦西北二区5NG查特路四百五十一号C座门前小花园的垃圾桶后面，坐在地上等候。垃圾桶就放在一棵大灌木底下。一个太太走进花园，她手上提着一个一头开着金属栅门的小箱子，箱子上方有个提把，类似用来提小猫去给兽医看的小箱子，但我看不出里面有没有小猫。她穿着高跟鞋，没有看见我。 不久天开始下雨，我身上淋湿了，开始发抖，因为很冷。 这时候是晚间十一点三十二分。我听到有人一路谈话走过来的声音。 一个声音说：“我才不管你好不好玩。”是个女的。 另一个声音说：“茱蒂，对不起嘛，好吗？”是个男的。 另一个声音，先前那个女的，说：“你在害我出丑之前早该想到。” 那个女声便是母亲的声音。 母亲走进花园，席先生和她走在一起，另外一个声音正是他。 我站起来，说：“你不在家，我只好在这里等候。” 母亲说：“克里斯多弗。” 席先生说：“什么？” 母亲搂住我说：“克里斯多弗，克里斯多弗，克里斯多弗。” 我把她推开，因为她抓住我，我不喜欢。我推得太用力，自己都跌一跤。 席先生说：“这到底是怎么回事？” 母亲说：“对不起，克里斯多弗，我忘了。” 我躺在地上，母亲伸出她的右手，五指张开成扇状让我碰她的手，但就在这时，我看见托比从我口袋跑出来，我只好伸手去抓它。 席先生说：“这是不是表示爱德华也来了。” 花园四周有围墙环绕，托比跑不出去，它被挡在墙角，爬墙的速度也不够快，我很快便抓住它，放回我的口袋，这才说：“它饿了，你有没有什么可以喂它吃的食物，和一些水？” 母亲说：“你父亲在哪里，克里斯多弗？” 我说：“大概在史云登。” 席先生说：“谢天谢地。” 母亲说：“那你是怎么来的？” 我冷得全身哆嗦牙齿直打颤，好不容易才说：“我坐火车来的，好可怕呀，我拿了父亲的提款卡才能领钱出来，有一个警察帮忙，可是他又要我回父亲那里，他本来也和我一起坐火车，但后来又不见了。” 母亲说：“克里斯多弗，你全身都湿透了，罗杰，不要光站着不动呀。” 然后她接着说：“我的天，克里斯多弗，我没……我没想到会再……你是自己来的吗？” 席先生说：“你们是要进去，还是要在外面站一整夜？” 我说：“我要和你住在一起，因为父亲用一把种花的铁叉杀死威灵顿，我不敢和他住。” 席先生说：“老天爷。” 母亲说：“罗杰，拜托。好了，克里斯多弗，我们进去吧，先把你弄干再说。” 我站起来，进入屋内，母亲说：“你跟着罗杰。”于是我随席先生上楼，楼梯口转角处有个门，门上写着“C座”。我不敢进门，因为我不知道里面有什么东西。 母亲说：“进去呀，否则要翘辫子了。”我不懂“翘辫子”是什么意思，但我还是进去。 母亲又说：“我去替你放洗澡水。”我把整间屋子走过一遍，在脑子里先烙下一张地图后才放心些。这间公寓的格局是这样的： 母亲叫我把衣服脱了进去洗澡，她说我可以用她的毛巾，她的毛巾是紫色的，两端有绿色的花朵。她还给托比一碟水和一些早餐玉米片，我让它在浴室里面到处跑。它在浴缸底下拉了三粒便便，我把它们捡起来丢进马桶冲掉，然后我又爬进浴缸，因为里面又暖和又舒服。 不久母亲进入浴室，她坐在马桶上对我说：“你还好吗，克里斯多弗？” 我说：“我很累。” 她说：“我知道，亲爱的。”又说：“你很勇敢。” I say yes." 她说：“你为什么不写信给我，克里斯多弗？我写了好多信给你，我还以为发生什么可怕的事了，或者你们搬家了，我再也找不到你们了。” 我说：“父亲说你死了。” 她说：“什么？” 我说：“他说你的心脏有问题，住进医院，然后他又说你心脏病突发死了。他把你的信都藏在他房间衣橱的一个衬衫盒内，被我发现了，因为我在找我正在写的一本书，那是有关威灵顿被杀的一本书，他把它没收了，藏在衬衫盒内。” 母亲说：“啊，我的天。” 她沉默了好久，忽然发出电视上野生自然节目中的动物所发出的长啸声。 我不喜欢她这样，因为太大声了。我说：“你为什么要这样？” 她好一阵子不说话，后来才说：“喔，克里斯多弗，我很抱歉。” 我说：“不是你的错。” 然后她说：“混帐，这个混帐。” 过了一会她说：“克里斯多弗，让我握一握你的手，一次就好，为了我，好吗？我不会握太紧。”说着，她伸出她的手。 我说：“我不喜欢人家握我的手。” 她把手收回去，说：“不要，好吧，不要紧。” 然后她说：“你洗好了出来，我们来擦干，好吗？” 我爬出浴缸，用紫色毛巾把身体擦干，但我没有睡衣，只好穿一件母亲的白色T恤和一条黄色的短裤，但我无所谓，因为我实在太累了。我在穿衣服的时候，母亲到厨房热了一点蕃茄汤给我吃，因为那是红色的。 然后我听到有人开门的声音，一个陌生人在门口说话，所以我把浴室的门锁起来。外面传来争执的声音，一个男的在说：“我要和他谈谈。”母亲说：“他今天已经够累了。”那个人说：“我知道，但我还是要和他谈谈。” 母亲过来敲门，说有个警察要和我说话，我必须把门打开。她说她保证不会让他把我带走，我这才捡起托比开门。 门外站着一个警察，他说：“你是克里斯多弗?勃恩吗？” 我说我是。 他说：“你父亲说你逃家，是真的吗？” I say yes." 他说：“这是你的母亲吗？”他指着母亲。 I say yes." 他说：“你为什么逃家？” 我说：“因为父亲杀了威灵顿，那是一只狗，我怕他。” 他说：“我听说了。”他又接着说：“你要回史云登你父亲那里，还是你想要留在这里？” 我说：“我要留在这里。” 他说：“你要住下来吗？” 我说：“我要住下来。” 警察说：“等等，我问你母亲。” 母亲说：“他对克里斯多弗说我死了。” 警察说：“好，咱们……咱们不要争辩谁说了什么，我只想知道他是否……” 母亲说：“他当然可以留下来。” 警察说：“那，就我所知，这件事就这么决定了。” 我说：“你要把我送回史云登吗？” He said, "No." 我很高兴，我可以和母亲住在一起了。 警察说：“假如你丈夫来找麻烦，你就打电话给我们，否则你们要自己解决这件事。” 警察离去后，我喝了我的蕃茄汤。席先生把客房内的一些箱子叠起来腾出空间，在地板摆上一张充气床让我睡觉，我就去睡了。 不久我醒来，因为屋内有人在大声嚷叫，那时候是凌晨两点三十一分。其中一个是父亲的声音。我很害怕，但客房的门没有锁。 父亲大声嚷嚷：“管你行不行，我要和她讲话。我最不想说话的对象就是你。” 母亲也嚷嚷：“罗杰，不要……” 席先生大声说：“这是我的家，你不能这么嚣张。” 父亲大声说：“我爱怎么说就怎么说。” 母亲也大声说：“你没有权利来这里。” 父亲嚷着说：“没有权利？没有权利？他是我的儿子呢，莫非你忘了？” 母亲更大声：“你到底在搞什么鬼，对他说那些话？” 父亲吼道：“我搞什么鬼？是你离家出走的。” 母亲大声叫：“这样你就判定让我永远离开他？” 席先生提高嗓子说：“好了，大家冷静点，好吗？” 父亲吼道：“这不就是你要的？” 母亲说：“我每个礼拜写信给他，每个礼拜。” 父亲大声喊道：“写信给他？写信给他有个屁用？” 席先生声音也大了起来：“哇、哇、哇。” 父亲大声嚷着：“我煮饭给他吃，我替他洗衣服，我每个周末带他。他生病了我照顾他，我带他去看医生，他每次半夜三更跑出去游荡，我都提心吊胆。他在学校和人打架我就得去学校。而你呢？你做了什么？你写信给他。” 母亲也大声嚷着：“那样你就可以对他说他的母亲死了？” 席先生大声说：“现在不是时候。” 父亲大声说：“你，你闪一边去，否则我……” 母亲大声说：“爱德华，看在老天份上……” 父亲说：“我要见他，你要是拦阻我……” 说着，父亲进入我房间。我手上握着我的瑞士行军刀，锯刀的刀刃向外，以防他抓我。母亲也跟着进来，她说：“不要紧，克里斯多弗，我不会让他得逞，你不会有事。” 父亲在床边跪下，说：“克里斯多弗？” 但我一句话也不说。 他说：“克里斯多弗，我真的、真的很抱歉，对每一件事抱歉。对威灵顿，对那些信，对害你逃家。我决不是有意的……我保证以后再也不会做那样的事了。嘿，好吗，小东西。” 说着，他举起右手，五指张开成扇状，让我碰他的手指。但我没有，我害怕。 父亲说：“该死。克里斯多弗，拜托。” 泪水滑下他脸颊。 好一会儿没有人开口。 然后母亲说：“我想你该走了。”她是在对父亲说，不是对我。 那个警察又来了，因为席先生打电话到警察局报案。警察叫父亲冷静下来，并把他带出去。 母亲说：“你回去睡吧，不会有事，我保证。” 我这才又回去睡觉。