"When I turned around, I saw that my husband was wearing a mask. It was a silver metal expressionless mask, which fit the husband's thin cheeks, neck and brow. Whenever he wanted to hide himself He always wears this mask of dazzling silver light when he feels his emotions. He is staring straight at the terrible weapon in his hand..." Just when he was reading this, he suddenly heard the sound of the motorcycle engine gradually. He stood in front of the window with Bradbury's novel "The Martian Chronicles" in his hand, and secretly opened the curtain a thin crack. His room is on the northeast corner of the second floor.Looking down to the left from the window on the east side, you can see the T-junction at the end of the road on the north side.

Only three motorcycles came tonight, but there were five people. In other words, there were two motorcycles that needed to carry two people each.The sound of the engine resounded through the night sky, as if it was deliberately made so unpleasant.Those people began to gather in this old place again. The old place mentioned refers to the end of the east side of the road.There is a bus stop, and for the convenience of people waiting there during the day, benches are specially placed, and a vending machine selling drinks is thoughtfully placed beside it.Young men on motorcycles sat chatting loudly as usual.

They were not bosozoku. At first glance, they looked like ordinary teenagers. Two of them had their hair dyed teal, and another had his pants slid below his waist.The other two had no striking features, except that one had grown his hair to shoulder length. However, he feels that although these people are ordinary in appearance, they should not be treated more leniently than "Bosozoku". He opened the "Martian Chronicle" in his hand, and was reading the chapter "February 1999".I can't remember how many times this chapter has been reread, even to the point where I can partially recite it.If this continues, he doesn't know when he will be able to finish reading this book.

One of the young people did not know what to say, which caused the others to shout loudly.Their laughter echoed throughout the silent street, and this place was almost devoid of traffic late at night. He left the window, put the pocket book on the table, and walked to the phone in the corner. Mukai Kazuhiko dyed his hair a tawny color and tied it up from the back, hoping to look different, if only a little. He is nineteen years old this year. After graduating from high school a year and a half ago, he worked in a painting company. He was very constrained in time and paid very little, so he felt very dissatisfied and resigned three months ago.For more than a year, all the money he earned was used to play games and buy second-hand motorcycles.Since he lives with his parents, he is not in a difficult life.But his parents thought he was not doing his job properly, so he would always chatter, which annoyed him very much. Because he didn't want to meet his parents, he had to wander outside every day until late at night.

He stood in front of the vending machine with a coin in his mouth. After inserting the coin, he pressed the "Coke" button, and a large can of Coke rolled down with a "gudong". After taking out the Coke, he casually glanced at the side of the vending machine, and found that there was something he had never seen before. First there were four layers of plastic crates containing beer bottles, and on top of that was a square thing the size of a sports backpack wrapped in torn newspaper.Kazuhiko felt very strange, this vending machine does not sell beer, what exactly is this package?

But he didn't pay much attention to it. He opened the Coke and chatted with his friends while drinking.The four were talking about a high school girl they'd recently met downtown, and the conversation eventually came down to which girl seemed more likely to sleep with. For Kazuhiko, the other four people are not really friends. He doesn't need that kind of boring relationship, just being able to have fun together is enough. Even he himself feels that in this kind of If the relationship goes further, it is actually a distressing thing. One of them, Ryosuke Yamashita, started talking about how he had been hanging out with his girlfriend recently.He was a haughty guy with long hair.He has a habit of pulling his hair back with his hands while talking.Kazuhiko stood beside his motorcycle, listening to him bragging. Among the other three people, two sat on the bench and one straddled the motorcycle.

"Then we entered the room, and she said of course I need to use a condom. I, because I wanted to do it straight away, kept playing dumb, but the woman had a condom in my hand, so I had no choice but to put it on. But Before that, I used my nails to break the condom a little bit, so it’s the same as doing it directly! She thought she used a condom, so she was relieved. After nagging me for a long time, I told her sharply: that thing broke and no one could do it, and finally I made up a random name and phone number and told her." Ryosuke Yamashita must have talked about this romantic affair as his own glory, and he seemed even more complacent than Hiraaki.

"It must have been done during the day!" "Maybe she's pregnant now!" The companions laughed and expressed their feelings, and their reactions made Ryosuke Yamashita very satisfied. "I don't know. Pregnancy... If you don't like it, just don't do it!" He said nonchalantly. Maybe he wanted to add another shameless line, Yamashita combed the hair on his forehead with both hands as usual before speaking. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and at the same time, something unexpected happened. A ball of fire shot out from behind Shanshita's head, and the flames engulfed his entire head in an instant.

Before Shanshita yelled, he slowly fell forward like a big tree falling down after being caught in fire.At this time, He Yan and the other three were stunned to witness the slow-motion scene of the movie. They were in a daze for only a few seconds.From the corner of his right eye, Kazuhiko noticed that the thing wrapped in the newspaper just now was starting to burn.At this moment, an intuition told him that he was in danger. Accompanied by a huge explosion, flames poured into his body...