Chapter 21 Section 5 Inspiration

The bedrooms and living room were almost empty—nothing but the posters: old Doppler was certainly entitled to that (he had probably entrusted the house to some realtor, hoping to sell or rent it out for a bargain). It's just that my investigation today seems to be unable to continue. After lighting up a Marlboro, I voluntarily wandered into the living room—where I had just opened the window, and, moreover, it was the only room without a carpet: I had no intention of soiling the place and entrusting the old Doppler Embarrassing real estate economy - who let there be no ashtrays here! While smoking, I studied the posters in the living room.Different from those in the living room and bedroom, the posters here are full of mysticism and corruption: some seem to use obscure and remote methods to express various ancient religious sacrificial ceremonies, and some are directly bones, corpses, mummies or It is a cruel portrait of the execution process.I don't understand how Bernhardy became interested in these things-death should be counted as a kind of almost fanatical totem worship: in any case, Bernhardy finally offered himself on the altar, which can be regarded as a complete fulfillment. own belief.

Thinking of this, I shook my head inexplicably, turned around, and walked to the window sill. Similar posters were plastered on both sides of the windows—they surrounded me, and together with the surrounding smoke and sunlight, brought me into an indescribably wonderful atmosphere. I looked out the window in a daze—the Mustang Street outside the window, even in the busiest hours of the day, few cars would pass by.In the distance are the TV Tower and Luna Mountain, and a little closer is the subway entrance on Theodor Street: I just came out of there. At this time, I saw several people running down the escalator at the entrance of the station—probably there was a car coming into the station.When these people disappeared one after another, some people came out of the station: there must be a car passing through the station.

But there was another girl running over from the corner of the street just now.She seemed to be in a hurry, but it was a pity that she couldn't catch the train in the end——when she saw that someone had already left the station, she stopped helplessly at the huge traffic zoning map of the city not far from the station entrance Beside, gasping for breath. Although it's a bit blurry, I can still see the names of the major stations on the traffic zoning map from here - first of all, the main railway station, and then the city police headquarters, the court, the TV tower and the Free Will Airport? The small blue dot representing the Theodor Street station can be barely made out, but the name of the station is by no means visible.

Subconsciously, I began to search upwards for the 11th Police Station.When I glanced at this rather complicated zoning map, Arel Church, Oberon Square, and Bianca Street appeared in my mind unconsciously? These have repeatedly appeared in my mind these days The place name comes. Can they also be found in this zoning map? ——This should be a natural question. I'm like a painter who catches inspiration suddenly.When the cigarette butt fell on the floor of the room, there was no one left in the room. And I'm running towards the station