Chapter 2 Section 1

"I'm being watched." He tipped the glass of bourbon, and the ice cubes in the glass crunched and danced in the bourbon. "Being targeted?" I replied lazily, only thinking he was joking. "Being targeted...what do you mean?" "Life." he answered. "It looks like someone is trying to kill me." I'm still smiling. "Why take your life?" "Ugh……" After being silent for a while, he spoke again: "I don't know, what is it for?" His voice sounded so heavy that I couldn't laugh anymore.I stared at his profile for a moment, then turned to look at the bartender's face behind the bar, then returned my gaze to my hands.

"I don't know, but do you feel this way?" "It's not just a feeling," he said: "It's actually being targeted." Then he asked the bartender for another shot of bourbon. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to the two of us, I called out to him, "Hey, can you go into more detail? What happened?" "It's just..." He drank the bourbon in one gulp and lit a cigarette, "I'm being watched! That's all." Then he lowered his voice and said "this is bad". "I didn't want to say it at first, but I couldn't help but say it. I think it's probably related to that incident in the morning!"

"That thing in the morning?" "It's nothing!" After he finished speaking, he shook his head, "In short, this is not something you should know." I stare at the glass in my hand. "Because even if I know, things still can't be solved?" "It's not just that," he said. "It's just causing you needless worries! And, as far as I'm concerned, I don't feel any less uneasy just because I've told you about them." I didn't react to his words, I just crossed my feet under the bar. "Well, in a word, are you being targeted by someone?"

"That's right." "But don't you know who the other party is?" "What a wonderful question!" This was the first time he smiled since he entered the bar today.White smoke drifted from between his teeth. "A little life is being targeted, but who is the other party? I have no idea at all. Can anyone really make such an assertion? What if it is you?" "For me," I paused, "you can say there is no, or you can say that there is. Because I think killing intent and values ​​are the same." "I feel the same way as you." He nodded slowly.

"So you actually have a bottom line, don't you?" "I'm not boasting, but I know the general ins and outs." "But I can't say it." "I always feel that if I say it from my own mouth, it seems to make this matter real." He continued: "I am very timid." Then we drank in silence.After getting tired of drinking, I put down my glass and walked out of the bar, and then walked on the drizzled road. I am very timid - this is the last sentence he said in my memory.