Chapter 7 Chapter 6

remember?Let's go back to the beginning of the story.That’s right, I’m sitting in a department store in Seoul right now, admiring the mess I created from top to bottom, and I can’t help but think of how seriously I told Tiaotiao about my blank past at the Thai-Myanmar border in the past, it’s really a bit strange nostalgia. That was two years ago.Let's continue with that conversation from two years ago. I said jump, actually three years ago when I first had a memory, or the first time I realized that I had lost all my previous memories, I was in a roadside cafe, and the table was half-eaten and drunk Pizza and beer.At that time, I was holding a slice of pizza in my hand, and I also had some half-chewed bread and pureed meat in my mouth, which tasted like tuna.

I'm completely stunned, who am I?Where am I?I... what's the matter with me, me? I looked around and my gut told me I was in Europe, but I had no idea where.I felt my whole body carefully, and found that there were several stacks of thick banknotes on my body, including Euros, Japanese Yen, U.S. Dollars, Renminbi, and Thai Baht. Among them, Euros were the most, and there were two or three bundles.I wasn't surprised when I paid for my meal and found out that I spoke beautiful Italian to the waiter.I am surprised that I am not surprised. I dangled in that completely unfamiliar city. Because the environment there was too special, I immediately knew that the place I was in was Venice, Italy, but Venice only had a very stereotyped impression on me. The television reflects from the movies, not from my memories of living or traveling here.It was a really weird feeling, because I'm not even sure where my stereotypes of Venice came from, books, magazines, TV and movies in any language, it's just a concept... or an afterimage?

"It's so difficult to understand." Tiaotiao's head was tilted. "It's okay, just ignore it if you don't understand." I don't care. "Then you don't have any documents or anything like that?" "Absolutely not." "No credit card?" "No." "It's ridiculous! How can anyone do this!" "Hey, hey, don't pout your mouth suddenly, and be careful that I drag you to the bed." I don't have any documents on me, which is the most unreasonable point. I don't have a mobile phone, no credit card, no passport, no driver's license, no tourist's favorite camera, nothing that can let me know "I am Who"'s certificates and information, and no air tickets, boat tickets or train tickets for where they came from or where they are going.

The only thing that is certain is that I love Avantasia's song because I keep humming it in my mouth and I don't intend to stop.Well, it's the one I always hang on my lips. Just humming rock and roll casually like this, after I walked around St. Mark's Square a few times, I walked back to the roadside cafe again, and I asked the waiter how did I come to this cafe?Am I a regular visitor?Or just a regular tourist?The waiter shrugged and said from his unreliable memory that he never seemed to have seen me, and he had no memory of what special things I did when I ordered. In short, I am ordinary, as ordinary as all yellow people in Bai Ordinary in the eyes of this kind of people.

Like a big idiot, I wandered around Venice for days, of course I had no idea which hotel I was staying at, or if I was a local at all... Chinese Japanese or Thai Italian or something , I can't find a place to go back.To my own surprise, I wasn't very nervous, and even thought it was a little funny. I remember I watched a movie before, about a man with a short-term memory of only 15 minutes, in order to find the murderer of his wife, while investigating the clues, he quickly tattooed the collected clues on his body, so as not to forget that he finally searched If there are no clues, the protagonist's life will be spent in the flames of revenge.My situation was both similar and somewhat different from his.So I said that I am very funny, I even remember the content of this movie clearly, even the unexpected reversal ending is very impressive, but I can't remember where I saw this movie, watched it with me Who made the movie? Did you have subtitles when you watched the movie? If so, which country's language are the subtitles written in?

"You are so long-winded, so what will you do next?" Tiao Tiao, who must have never seen that movie, became a little impatient. "Be patient. Be patient." Fortunately I still have some money, which I try to spend sparingly.There are some cheap hostels in the area that let backpackers hang out. I lived in a group life for a while, and had some free sex with some bad-looking Japanese female backpackers. But when I took a shower, I found a tattoo on my heart. Here, this is it, a red goldfish that is burning. Of course, how did I get it, when, where, and why... Hahaha. Of course I don't know.

"But you will stab it on it, it must have a great meaning." Tiao Tiao touched my chest. "Nonsense, that's not a transfer sticker, it's a real tattoo." I hummed. "I seem to be a little moved, that's the only thing you left for the current you from the last time! Tattoos!" "I was a little moved, but what does that mean? Hahaha I just can't remember." "Maybe you stabbed it for a woman, it's kind of romantic, Brother Huoyu!" "Preferably." I smiled disdainfully: "Will you sleep with me on the first day?"

Just like what you said, the only meaning conveyed to me by that tattoo is, on the surface, the only connection between "me in the previous life" and "me in this life".But in fact, the real meaning is that if I don’t even understand what this connection represents, it means that the “me in this life” is completely separated from the “me in the previous life”. It's useless to think too much, anyway, since the tattoo is already on my body, let's keep it, I also like that very contradictory composition... a fish that is burning?Ha ha.To be honest, instead of keeping this tattoo of unknown meaning, I would rather the "me in the previous life" keep a little more banknotes.

"When I was about to run out of money, I found a job as an illegal worker washing dishes in a Chinese restaurant. Isn't it very new? People with no status have very limited choices. I did that slave-like job for almost a month, to be honest. Say I don’t like washing dishes at all, haha, who actually likes it? I’m suffocated to death.” "so what?" "So I've been looking for a reason to leave!" "When it comes to making money, you men are not as convenient as us women. As soon as we spread our legs, the money will come." "That's right." I squeezed Tiaotiao's thigh.

One night when I was wandering on the street, I saw a tourist yelling that his wallet was missing, but he just yelled anxiously, and didn't find out who the pickpocket was, so he could only keep yelling and yelling for a tour guide call police. I was different, out of intuition - plus a little bit of observation that I didn't even realize myself, I soon found out that there were three pickpockets with Asian faces pretending to be tourists on the same street who were teaming up to steal, They even took the opportunity to touch the digital camera that the tour guide put on the outside of the backpack when the tourist was screaming in grief and indignation.

After they left the arena, I followed them silently, but I just wanted to follow them, and I didn't have the heroic intention of asking them to return things to the tourists, let alone wanting a piece of the action mentally. I think I was only interested in this Curious about this criminal act. It turned out that there were not only three pickpockets, but a criminal group with members from many countries in Asia, and they all lived together by stealing in Italy.The three thieves had already discovered that I was following them, but they didn't know what I was thinking, so they simply led me to their territory to deal with them.It was a neighborhood near Chinatown. I actually discovered that they had discovered me a long time ago, but I didn't take it seriously and followed them to the end. "The results of it?" "What else is there?" As a result, I was beaten badly, hehe. I was surrounded by almost twenty men, of course I was only beaten.But I was not idle when I was beaten. I kept thinking, maybe I was also a thief before I lost my memory, so I am interested in them?That's why I was covered with stacks of banknotes back then?That's why I have no morals about stealing?That's why I can see at a glance who is the thief on that street full of tourists? I wasn't knocked out. Those thieves were just thieves after all, beating people was just doing stretching exercises, and it just taught me the most basic lesson.After they left, I rested on the ground and slowly took out the passport of one of the thieves from my pocket to look at it. Strictly trained to steal. That Thai passport became my first identity. I did some tricks and changed the photo into my appearance. This kind of fake-real technique is simply an expert level, but I am very confident that I can do it myself, and I know what special paperwork tools I should buy to get it done. Tsk tsk, I went over The origin of the story must be very complicated, which reminds me of another movie, the actor is called Jason Bourne, this Bourne... "I don't want to hear about the movie. Anyway, you came here with a Thai passport?" "Yes, and no. I got a Thai passport, but I still like European ones, so I left that black dead Chinese restaurant and started traveling, wandering here and there for at least half a year." "Where did you get so much money?" "Idiot, since I have the talent of a professional pickpocket, of course I don't need money along the way hahahaha." There is no shortage of money along the way, eating, drinking and having fun, I later stole more than a dozen passports, and simply changed each passport into a new and different level of me, so I have more than a dozen funny-sounding names , for which I am in a good mood. Since I have no memory of the past, I don’t have any baggage from the past, which is good. I am a happy thief who has no purpose for the time being. In addition to stealing wallets, I can occasionally steal some women’s hearts. And the bodies they volunteered for one night haha. "Is it all a one-night stand?" "Yeah, some say goodbye without even asking their names." "Then... is it really looser for foreign women?" "Just take care of yourself." I often meet people from different countries during my constant burglary trips. Occasionally, I suddenly understand what the guest at the next table is saying when I am eating. "Where is the person" is very curious.But this curiosity is just a whim, and I know very well that I don't really want to know the answer.Seizing the moment is talking about people like me! Here's how it happened. One night in Budapest, Hungary, I was eating in an expensive French restaurant when I was rinsing my mouth with an expensive glass of red wine as I observed a regal-looking older woman sitting at the next table. The old woman had two sparkling pearl necklaces around her neck and a gemstone ring on each finger, but what caught my eye the most were the emerald earrings on her ears, heck really, they were priceless The first-class goods. The old woman seemed to be waiting for someone, she put the menu by her hand without looking at it, looked around, but she didn't show any impatience.Hehe, letting go of this kind of fat sheep is simply a blasphemy of one's craft, right?This kind of friend that the rich old woman is waiting for is probably also a rich man who is willing to give and give, right? Patience is a virtue as well as a profession, and I was trying to figure out when to do it with the least risk and the best profit, when apparently there was "one person" who didn't care how much the jewelry on the old lady was worth. That knife appeared at that time. "Knife?" "Knife." Since I was so engrossed in the old woman, I'm pretty sure I did hear a very slight "woo hoo hoo" and almost at the same time, I saw a knife coming from a strange direction, and then plunged into it. The back of that old woman's neck! Most importantly, I swear that before the knife was inserted, the blade suddenly turned a little bit, just a drop!The knife changed its angle in an instant, as if an invisible thread had pulled the handle at the last moment, and it was unbelievable the hell. "How incredible is it?" "Well, it's not flying in a straight line, but a kind of... close to the boomerang, with a slightly curved feeling. But if you talk about the boomerang, it's understandable, but in the end the knife suddenly changed its angle, which is really true. Very weird." "Anyway, that old woman is dead!" "Haha it's strange!" The old woman didn't die, she just got a big shock and then hiccupped... Really, I don't know why, she just hiccupped and hit the table with her whole face like that It looks very funny. Well I couldn't help laughing because the old woman kept trying to twist her hand and try to get the knife out of the back of her neck, but she was probably in too much pain, no matter what No, that strange posture also overturned the table. Of course, the restaurant was in chaos. Some people started screaming, some called the police, some waiters fell over, some idiots knocked over the dishes on the table, some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures while crying... Anyway, it was super chaotic, I didn’t expect this time That's where things start to start. While everyone was screaming and yelling, a white-haired man stood up. He seemed to be calmly doing the opposite of everyone - he left the shop decisively, I think that This pretendingly calm footsteps can be said to be fleeing. I thought about it for a while, and wanted to follow up to have a look, but the next moment I held back in a cold sweat. At this time, I suddenly knew that 100% that old woman was completely unlucky, and her place in the whole chaos was a flare—a super flare thrown from the owner of the throwing knife. Lighting what?Of course, it is the "target" that the owner of the lighting throwing knife really wants to kill. "I don't understand." Tiao Tiao seemed incomprehensible. "Basically, the person throwing the knife wanted to kill someone, but the knife thrower didn't know who to kill, so the knife thrower thought of a way to observe carefully who would behave like him in the chaos The one who should have been killed. And the big mess, of course, is the commotion caused by the old woman's unlucky knife." I spit out a thin fish bone from my mouth, and continued: "I don't think so. It would be wrong, when everyone was at a loss, only that man ran away decisively, so he was the real target of the knife thrower." "Why do you have such complicated thoughts? It's all your fantasy!" "Actually, I didn't see anyone chasing that man, but since I didn't see who threw the throwing knife, even I couldn't see how the knife thrower chased him out. Isn't it reasonable? He or She must be a master." "That's why I said it was your fantasy." Tiao Tiao said, but her expression seemed to believe me. It might really be my fantasy.But I felt from the bottom of my heart that if I chased him out of curiosity at that time, I would also be killed by the flying knifeman as a target. For a knife thrower, being able to narrow it down to just two is perfect, and he, or she, certainly wouldn't mind buying one and getting one free.The old woman with the knife in the neck is the best proof. Those nights I slept very restlessly, no, I didn't really fall asleep at all. I was not afraid, but I was so excited. The shock of witnessing an old woman being stabbed in the neck by a knife flying from the sky still stayed in my eyes, forcing the adrenal glands to secrete continuously. I tossed and turned, got up and drank water several times , I peed several times, but I couldn’t restrain myself from wanting to go back to the scene and use all my senses and intuition to capture the terrifying whims of the mysterious knife-throwing hand. The clamor of the scene, the precise arc of the throwing knife, the attempt at any cost, all made me fucking excited. Strange to say, during those intermittent light sleeps, I had a repetitive and monotonous dream. In the dream, there are swallows flying around... Those swallows fly around, and finally fly to the same place suddenly, and quickly put together a woman like a jigsaw puzzle.I can't see the woman's appearance clearly, I only know that she is a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman walked towards me, but I backed away involuntarily, because I knew that woman was very dangerous.She was very dangerous, but I didn't run away, because I seemed to like the danger in her very much. The beautiful and dangerous killing intent deeply attracted me. I couldn't help opening my mouth, and said something that I didn't know what I was talking about, and the beauty turned into a bunch of swallows, flew around, and disappeared. After repeating that dream many times, hell I had to give up being a thief. "Ah? Why so suddenly?" Tiaotiao laughed: "Is it related to the beauty that the swallow turned into?" "I don't know if it's related. Anyway, life is very sudden. There is no need for a reason to start and end many things. If you want to explain, you just explain it to others. Anyway, from a certain night, I suddenly felt like stealing things. It's a tedious thing." "Oh, I really don't understand you. If I had the skills to steal without getting caught, I wouldn't be bothered to be a chicken." "Is it boring to make chicken? Haha, your skills in chicken making and oral sex are very good." "Can't help yourself, you idiot." When the adrenaline ran out, I stopped being a thief.It should be said that I lost the motivation to be a thief.Anyway, I still have a lot of money left over from the money I stole before. If I don’t waste money, I think it’s okay to spend half a year at will. Not a thief, but I'm not crazy enough to do worse things... Hey, hey, what is that look on your face?I mean, at least not then. I always need a job, but what to do?I know so many languages, so I should be able to apply for a language teacher somewhere. I once thought about it, but I gave up in less than ten seconds. I am not that material. I know very well. But which piece of material am I?After listening carefully to the dance, there is a passion for rock and roll in my blood. I often feel that some kind of power that is about to explode has been accumulating in my body, not just self-confidence, but a sense of inevitable destiny, a feeling that I must conquer, fight, ride the wind and waves, and revolution. What are you laughing at?I mean it. I think that kind of mission is to sing, to rock, to subvert something, so I often sing... alone.But everything always has a basic beginning. If I believe that I can make a revolution by singing rock, then of course I can also make money by singing rock. Yes, maybe it would be good for me to make money singing. Hey, what expression do you have, you, believe it or not, wait a minute and I'll fuck you to death. I really want to sing, rock and roll, but my ideal rock and roll is not like a street performer collecting coins for sympathy from passers-by. The first appearance of a real rock singer should be at least a bar, and it doesn’t matter if it’s shabby. The originally lifeless place was awakened by my singing, and I knew that day would definitely come.Maybe the me before I lost my memory was simply a rock singer singing somewhere, otherwise how can I explain my rock gene? But it's funny to say that I was a pickpocket so many times that I didn't get caught, but I was caught in a routine police check in a hotel. Oh, that was in Munich, Germany. A policewoman who somehow suspected that I was taking drugs casually rummaged through my backpack, and suddenly found a lot of obviously suspicious passports from different nationalities in it, and insisted on taking me back to the local police station. After a very boring investigation, the police in Munich detained me for unknown reasons, yes I am genuinely unknown, haha ​​I don't even have an answer for who I am.I emphasized in the transcript that I was very likely to have some damn amnesia, and asked them to help me find a psychiatrist for identification. Of course the police didn't believe me, but they couldn't do anything about me. Going back to the most important point, I have no definite charges. After waiting for a while, my fingerprints were not found on any suspected homicide corpses in Germany. So, after a few months, I was regarded as a troublesome person. The big question mark was sent to Thailand. Well, I think those German policemen just want to throw me out of their country, they have no interest in where I am from, and I have no objection to "going back to Thailand".