Chapter 8 Chapter 7

"After you came to Thailand, didn't you feel familiar?" "Damn it, it's all so strange." "Then how did you start...well, by doing something worse?" "You said murder?" I know what you're talking about is murder.This part jumps a bit too fast, but I try to speed up haha. At that time, I was handed over to the Thai police, but the Thai police could not find any relevant records about me, and there was no fingerprint file on my computer, but because of this, I was considered a person with a clean background by definition, so they only Confiscated the fake passport I had kindly provided and threw me out of their sight.

I felt very relaxed when I regained my freedom. In order to settle myself like a human being in a short time, I had to convince myself to be a pickpocket for a while, get some money to buy a worn black leather jacket and a guitar, and find Find out if any bars are recruiting rock singers. What a bad decision. I really can't get excited about being a thief, yes, I can't get excited, I have no enthusiasm for stealing things from others, once I lose the belief in stealing things, it will force me to be unfamiliar with the skills, as if I suddenly forgot Like some crucial subtlety.Dazed, I was caught on the spot.

My luck is very good, Thai people like to do this in private, so I just got beaten up in the market, with several broken ribs, and even a broken nose... Well, look, here it is, now use force Press it down, it still hurts a little. I deserved the beating, and I have no intention of complaining about it.It's just that I've only been a comfortable bum for two days, when a wretched-looking man accosts me and asks if I want to make some quick money. I asked how to make money, and he said that he wanted to buy my kidney, but he had to go to the hospital to do some precise comparisons first, and if he found a buyer, I would be lucky.

"Shouldn't you really sell your kidney?" Tiaotiao's eyes widened. "Of course not, because the second man appeared." I opened my clothes, and there was no trace of surgery on my belly. The second man didn't care much either. He asked me to help run errands, in fact, he asked me to trade low-quality drugs mixed with a lot of milk powder between drug dealers and drug bugs. If I was caught by the police, I could only consider myself unlucky. I guess I don't have much choice. After running errands like this a few times, in fact, less than two weeks before and after, one evening when I delivered a pack of white powder to a client's home, I saw him dead on a dilapidated sofa.

He didn't overdose, he shot himself, with a revolver still hooked to his finger. Even an expert could tell that he died not long ago, because the smell of blood was still very salty and not stinky, and there was only one fly patrolling the corner of his mouth where he would lay eggs later. I have no interest in why this loyal client had his head blown off, maybe it was a ridiculous hallucination or maybe it was trying to detox in the most drastic way, whatever.But I think there is a problem with the angle of his shot. Looking at the size of the hole in his head, I bet he didn't lose his mind immediately, but he didn't have the energy to pull the trigger one more time to correct the mistake.awful.

I didn't feel any discomfort at the horrific suicide scene, and I even ventured to study the miserable hole and take a good look at the gun.Well, there are three bullets left in the gun. Those three bullets changed the rest of my life. "Did you take it to kill someone?" "Almost, it's just that someone came over and asked me to kill him." The person who came to ask me to kill was a policeman who opened the door five minutes after me. I guess the cop was just here to trouble my loyal client, extort some money on a regular basis or something?I don't know, maybe the suicide of my loyal client is also related to the policeman?I do not know either.

But anyway, the cop obviously thought I'd just killed his high-quality blackmail target with a gun in my hand, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.The policeman yelled at me to put the gun on the ground and raise my hands up... I was an idiot to do so, he must have taken the opportunity to kill me, and then take the credit for solving this murder and robbery on his own head. The policeman was so nervous and kept yelling and yelling, and the hell I was so nervous that I almost peed out.Fortunately, the policeman made a wrong decision. He pulled out the pistol on his waist and fired the first shot at me.

I don't know where the bullet went, but it missed me anyway, so I naturally pulled the trigger on the policeman. I didn't shoot him either. But as soon as I fired the first shot and the recoil made my wrist tingle slightly, my heart calmed down. The cop and I fired a second shot at each other around the same time, and this time I heard the buzz of the bullets whizzing past my ears, and I guess he heard something similar. Before I pulled the trigger for the third time, I clearly realized that if this shot missed the policeman, this close-quarters mutual trigger match would be over, because he was the only one left to play the contestant, and I It acts as a mobile meat target.

Yes yes yes, I can still talk to you like this, of course, is the only chance I don't miss the third trigger.Until now, I still clearly remember all the details of that shot. The muscles and nerves in my eyes, neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, and fingers are all so clear that they are almost out of my control. They work independently but interact with each other. They are closely connected, as if there is an invisible spring cord hooking my eyes and the bullet in the gun. The moment I almost pull the trigger, I have already determined the final destination of the bullet. The cop got shot by me.

He didn't even have time to pull the trigger a third time before he sat down on the ground.Much darker blood than I imagined was pouring out from the middle of his neck...here, and it was 100% hopeless.I took his pistol and all the remaining bullets, and he had no right to object. where to goWhere else can I go? After killing the police shot, I was cornered. "What a horrible feeling." "Scary? There's no time to be terrified when you're shooting." "No, I mean the feeling of not knowing who you are all the time. It's scary!" "What's so scary? Maybe it's scary to remember what kind of person I was before!"

"And then? Did you escape here then?" "not yet." What's interesting is that from the day I realized that I had nowhere to go, I felt a sense of "just live one more day and I'll make money".I have a bad life, and I admit it. Fortunately, there are many gangs in Bangkok who are recruiting 24 hours a day for "money or life". So I took a police gun and joined one of the Chaozhou gangs. A boss named Ni Lao worked hard. During that time, I spent a lot of time practicing shooting. I hoped that pulling the trigger would be as accurate as the shot that killed the police every time. So I spent a lot of money to buy bullets and shoot empty wine bottles in the mountains. But the results are not good, no matter how much I practice, the results are very poor. Fortunately, every time I go out to do things, I perform better when I hold a gun against a real person than when I shoot an empty wine bottle. It seems that another person helps me hold the gun well. It seems stable, and the bullet can be shot where it should go at a critical moment, haha, otherwise I would have died more than a dozen times. Working under Mr. Ni, I have nothing to do most of the time. I eat and drink as I please. I can visit the brothels run by the gang, and I can gamble with fixed chips when I go to the casino where the gang is involved. This is the privilege of working for the gang. . When the gang needed my cheap life, Ni Lao said, and I would go out with a gun and kill people with other companions who also sold their lives.As long as I can come back, I can continue to eat, drink, ride women and gamble until dawn. "Isn't that about the same as now?" "Yeah, but it's much more comfortable now, no one is my boss hahahahahaha!" "Dare to say, if you want me to say it, every woman here is your boss!" It is true that I express my infinite consent with silence.