Chapter 38 Chapter 37

I have four brokers and I am getting fewer and fewer orders. I actually didn't get a call from them for two months.I actually miss the devil's sarcasm and sarcasm a little bit.I know why, they are all starting to be afraid of me.One by one, the bullets that feared that I would become more and more crazy crossed the boundaries of professional ethics and shot into the world of psychopaths ravaged by murderers. I do not mind. I haven't been able to bring myself to kill people lately. Sometimes I feel strange looking at myself in the mirror. The man in the mirror is like a corpse. His only function is to create more corpses, and he is gradually not interested in this function.The only proof that I'm still alive is the burning goldfish faintly rising and falling on my chest.

It's raining a lot today.The wind is stronger. In my opinion, it was no longer a typhoon, but an out-of-control monster. It's daytime, but the sky is dirty and chaotic, as if all the ugly and evil things in this city are gathered at the zenith to compete with each other's anger.The black whistling sound made everything breathless, and the torrential rain couldn't bear the hysterical wind, and was thrown back and forth violently. This bad weather suits bad me. I am slowly moving forward in this spinning city.The rain that escaped the gravity of the earth hit my face, shooting into my skin one after another like bullets, piercing through the underlying blood vessels.There are fallen street trees along the road, blown down signboards and light tubes, and overflowing plastic buckets rolling on the ground.

I wasn't surprised at all when I found myself getting closer to that psychiatric clinic that I never wanted to be near again, in fact I had long since lost this similarity.But my stomach was still there, and it began to roll and tingle again, forcing me not to take a step forward. I stopped, hell I still stopped. "...don't go any further." I gripped my stomach tightly, my five fingers almost pinching it in. I vaguely heard the sound of cursing. So I raised my head and returned the angry eyes that I was about to lose to the Zenith that everyone was afraid of. There, responding to me, was a tiny black dot falling fast.

At that moment the sky brightened. The sky was so bright that even the god of time couldn't look directly at it. The gust of wind stopped abruptly, the sound also disappeared, and the entire splashing water droplets were forced to condense in the sight of all living beings, and the inexplicable black spots that existed in my sight that could not move were also rigidly locked in the mid-air of the fall. Only the intense white light collapsed the shell of time, filled with trillions of raindrops suspended in the mid-air in the great silence, filled up and filled up - the strong light kept filling up every raindrop Fullness—until the structure of the water can no longer support its passionate luminosity, and it bursts with a thunderclap.

boom! Lightning strikes and raindrops shatter.The time is recalculated. The black object in my sight continued its high-altitude fall, fell, and fell to the bottom of the next Cadillac sedan, and then burst with a violent collision of flesh and metal. The long-sounding car horn is still harsh in the rainstorm, it is the voice of fate. The voice of fate awakens me to move again. Move to the place where I can change my destiny.