Chapter 46 Chapter Eight X

Sitting in the cold and dark hell, I have only one last wish, and that is for that child to live longer.You know, the boy with the pale face, who is easily reminiscent of a zombie. His name is Zhengtai, and my name is X. I had my own name, but no one could remember, not only my face, but also my existence.I am an insignificant homeless man who spends the night on the streets, in parks, under bridge holes and in underground passages every day. In summer, I can just lie in a place that can shelter the rain, but in winter I need to find thick quilts. If there is no one, I use waste newspapers and thick cardboard.What?Asylum you say?I'm sorry, but at least I can pick up junk to support myself, and I don't need to go to that damn place to suffer.

On the coldest snowy night a few months ago, I hid in the Future Dream Building.There is a corner on the third basement floor that is very warm, and there is a heating pipe passing through it, so you can sleep comfortably overnight with a blanket.I figured out the positions of the security guards and the cameras, and I ensured that they could be avoided safely.During the day, I was picking up rubbish and begging outside the building. Most of the shoppers carried change, and some people often gave me money generously.After midnight, taking advantage of the changing of the security guard, I slipped in through the small door next to the garage and came to my warm little nest on the third basement floor.This den is the best lodging I have found in my many years of wandering.I thought it would stay with me for a long time.

Unfortunately, the end of the world is coming. April 1.Sunday.Night, 22:19. It was a thunderstorm, and I returned to the garage early after work, feeling the building sinking fast.Car alarms sounded everywhere, and people who forgot to apply the handbrake directly hit the wall.Soon after the lights came back on, the four basement floors were filled with corpses. I went to the Calfort Supermarket, snatched a smoked ham from the dog's mouth, and collected a few bottles of drinks, as well as my favorite white wine - a must-have product to keep out the cold in winter. I only drank the worst wine before. I have never had a chance to touch Wuliangye with water or denatured alcohol.Carrying a huge amount of loot, I had a full meal on the third basement floor, what a treat!

Suddenly, I saw a man with a boy and a dog.The dog barked a few times.The boy has a bloodless face.The man in his thirties asked me, "Who are you?" Just look at my tattered clothes, and my messy hair and stubble beard, and you will know the answer.I didn't talk to him for fear he'd have me arrested--doesn't many people do that?Think of homeless people as scary and dangerous people who feel disgusting and dirty when they see us and better get out of sight right away.So, I ran away with the smoked ham in my arms. The heating pipes were completely freezing, so I found a quilt from the supermarket to keep out the cold.I hoarded a little more food, judging by my ability to endure hunger and hunger, it would probably be enough for five or six days.

The next day, I was resting in the den, and I heard something outside, and then I found a big bear-like dog lying on the window of a sports car, and in the car was the little boy who looked like a zombie. I immediately picked up a stick and slammed it on the big dog's waist—as the saying goes, wolves have "bronze heads and iron feet with numb waists", and the same is true for this dog.It roared and turned its head, and I hit it on the head with the stick again, but it didn't do anything for it. However, I am a beggar, so if I am bullied by a dog, how can I get along?This big dog glared at me, and I glared at it even more fiercely than it did!

Maybe it was frightened by my eyes, maybe it thought that my hand was the legendary dog-beating stick, so it clamped its tail and got out. Since then, Zhengtai has become my good friend.The boy wanted to give me a name. At first he called me "Xiao Ming", but I refused. Then I said, "Then call me X." Why am I X?A year ago, when I was living in a bridge hole by the river, a homeless man who liked to steal books told me to beware of strangers who suddenly help you - there is a book about a pervert who committed a crime in order to protect him A homicide woman, tricked a homeless man out, gave him a decent job, gave him a sum of money, sent him to a hotel with nice clothes, and finally killed him!Not only that, the pervert also smashed his face and burned his fingerprints, making him a scapegoat, making the police think that he was the victim.

What a fucking pervert!Why are you a genius, and I want to be cannon fodder for you?How come no one remembers the homeless when they disappear?At least, my mother still remembers me. She gave birth to me and raised me. If she is still alive, she will definitely think of me from time to time.Even if you urbanites can't remember the homeless man, all those wild dogs and cats will know me.Every bridge hole and every underground passage I have slept in has left the smell of my urine. How could I disappear for no reason?Although I don’t read as well as you, my pockets are not as big as yours, my clothes are not as new as yours, and the place I live in is not as warm as yours, but I am no shorter than you when I stand up, I am no shorter than you when I lie down, I don’t eat less than you, and I sleep with women No worse than you, you say you are a genius suspect X, then I am also an X.

Also, you are good for the woman you like, but I don't have the woman I like? Maybe you think to yourself, how can there be a woman like me, an inferior person like me who lives in a dark place, picks up junk and begs for a living, wanders around without a fixed place, and dies on the street with no one to pity me? Yes, for more than ten years, no woman is willing to approach me. Don't you think people like me are going to be rapists or murderers - not all of them, but that's a very small number of bums!The most we can do is steal things that no one wants, and we will not do those things that hurt the world, because God is watching everyone above us.

I admit that I still like women. I often face the revealingly dressed female stars on street billboards, and I am so excited that I can't sleep all night.Sometimes when I meet a beautiful woman walking at night, I will quietly follow her for a while—but I will not disturb her, but escort her home safely. For example, the girl named Axiang.Every night, I would see her walking out of the Future Dream Building, wearing a ponytail and carrying a counterfeit designer bag, with a figure like a teenage girl.I don't know what she does, but she must have come to work in the city from the countryside. I guess her actual age should be twenty years old. Sometimes she walks by me with light makeup on, and a scent of shampoo. The smell, the wriggling of the little body, it just got me out of my mind!But I never talked to her, I only know that she works in the future dream building - until the end of the world, I didn't know that her profession is a shampoo girl.

One night, when she was going home through a dark alley, a gangster stopped her. She called for help, but no one answered.I rushed up and beat the little bastard to the ground and fled.She was about to thank me, but I slipped away—I'm such a disheveled bum, I'd better not scare the little girl. Ah Xiang can survive the end of the world, I am very happy.Hope she survives, and if she doesn't have food, I'll give her the last of my food. But I still didn't dare to appear in front of her, I just hid in the shadows and watched her from afar. That security guard was always pestering her, and a few times I wanted to punch that guy.One night, I saw the security guard take Ah Xiang into a small room, but Ah Xiang didn't resist at all.An hour or two later, they walked out of the small room together, and the security guard's hands were still groping on Axiang's body—even though I'm just a homeless man, I also know what happened between them.I am sad, but only sad.

Even a security guard is better than a tramp like me. I hope he can treat Ah Xiang better.On the third day, in the early hours of the morning, I was awakened by the roar of a car. A large vehicle sped past the driveway and drove into the fourth basement floor.After a few minutes, the big car drove back to the third basement level, faster than before. Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the garage.When I rushed there, I found that the big car had been smashed into a mess. The front of the car was squeezed into a ball, and a red car next to it was smashed into two pieces.There were two people sitting in the front row of the car, each supported by two large balloons. One of the men was dead, the steering wheel completely crushed his chest, and his blood was everywhere in the cab.There was a girl sitting next to her, and after careful identification, it was Ah Xiang!She was alive, her chest heaving violently, but she was unconscious and bleeding.The child-like size saved her life, if she had been sitting like a grown-up, she would have been killed too! However, the car door on her side was severely distorted and could not be opened from the inside or the outside.I anxiously walked around the car, only to open the trunk of the car and find a box of repair tools.So, I managed to open the damaged car door with a wrench and a screwdriver, and then carried Ah Xiang out of the car. This is the first time I touch her body, gently, like a child.I wiped the blood on her face casually, and saw her clear face clearly. I really like her.Suddenly, I had an urge to kiss her lips. No!What are my qualifications?A homeless man looked down upon by everyone, an X that no one can remember.What's more, Ah Xiang is unconscious now, am I taking advantage of others' danger to eat tofu? I checked her injuries. Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries, and her coma should only be temporary.I hesitated, should I just guard her like this until she opens her eyes? Suddenly, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she was about to wake up, so I quietly hid in a dark corner. Ah Xiang woke up, looking at the dead person in the car and the opened door, she understood. "Why let me survive?" Her childish screams echoed in the garage, and she wasn't grateful that I had saved her. Her tiny body wobbles away from here and up the stairs to the supermarket.And I curled up in the corner, bowed my head and shed tears. ——I regret it so much, why didn't I go up with her?I knew that she wanted to die, and that she was going crazy, so why didn't I follow her just in case something happened?Is it because he dare not look into her eyes again? Soon, she died.When people left her body and left, I emerged from the darkness and fell on my knees before her, crying like a child. Later, I eavesdropped on the conversations of the survivors, and only then did I know the crimes committed by Axiang.I also don't hate the person who killed Ah Xiang, because she is already mortal.I only hate myself, I can't give her any help, let alone change her fate, I can only hide in the ground and look at her dead body alone... Two days later, Zhengtai came to play with me.I advised him to go back quickly, his mother must be very anxious.At this moment, I heard footsteps.Zhengtai and I hid between the shelves and saw the supermarket employee named Tao Ye come down.After he hadn't walked a few steps, he was thrown down by that big bear-like dog, and he was about to be bitten to death. I stepped forward and kicked directly on the big dog's waist.It rolled to the ground and let out a loud roar. Just as it was about to pounce again, I squinted my eyes and yelled loudly: "Beast! Get out!" Although it could bite my neck off in the blink of an eye, it showed fear in its eyes, and quickly clamped Tail escaped. I know the language of animals—I learned it from an old beggar who has been wandering for more than 80 years, experienced the Nanjing Massacre, and witnessed three years of natural disasters of cannibalism.Not only has he been to every place in China, he has also been to India, the former Soviet Union, and many European countries for food.He met Generalissimo Chiang in Chongqing, President Roosevelt in Cairo, and Gorbachev in Moscow.He first learned the dog language, then the cat language, and finally the mouse language.No matter where he went, a large group of wild cats and dogs followed behind him.I am the closed apprentice of the old beggar. After he taught me these animal languages, he sat on the ground and fell asleep and never woke up.I dragged him to the park in the middle of the street and buried him in the middle of the night. I can talk to all the animals in the subterranean, and make them obey my orders, especially the big bear-like dog, although he sometimes goes his own way.I also controlled the group of rats so that they would not go to the fourth basement - only rats are not afraid of carrion corpses, but I don't want them to eat poor dead corpses, there is my Ah Xiang.There is only one little animal who has become my equal friend - it has been living on the fourth floor underground, it is very special and smart, and I believe it will live longer than me. I know that I will die underground and be forgotten by most of you. Yes, whether undead or survivors, have you talked about my death? That night—it’s always night anyway, and many cats and dogs were with me. If I hadn’t strictly controlled him, the last seriously injured old man in the Haagen-Dazs store would have been eaten by hungry cats and dogs.Now, these poor animals are killing each other, leaving behind blurred clumps of flesh and blood. The old man was still alive, breathing tenaciously, even though little flies would hatch on him soon. Suddenly, the flashlight illuminated him. It turned out to be the owner of the building and his dog. The owner of the building killed the old man. Do you want to go up and rescue him?Anyway, the old man is bound to die, so death might relieve his pain... No, this can't be the old man's wish! Finally, I rushed up to them.The beige dog barked at me a few times, and I gave it a hard look. It immediately barked like a mouse and hid behind its owner. The old man died. "Why kill him?" "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to save oxygen. He's going to die sooner or later anyway. Every bit of oxygen is precious and cannot be consumed by him in vain." This sentence infuriated me - so should I die too?Isn't it considered by many people that tramps live in this world that they consume oxygen in vain? "You will die terribly!" I cursed at him, then turned and walked towards the group of cats and dogs, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in my back. It's not that I've never been stabbed before, but I've never been in so much pain like this time.The tip of the knife pierced my heart from behind. I'm dead.Without a trace of struggle or resistance, he fell to the ground without a sound.Although I am the owner of the group of cats and dogs, they will still eat me as a supper when they are hungry—if my meat can save them from starving to death, it can be considered a kind of merit. You won't remember me, though. I am X.