Chapter 9 5-2

But in another situation, let's say there's a sudden series of thirty-foot waves that are powerful enough to knock you out of the way, knock you off your surfboard and crush you deep into the water , Let you eat seaweed fiercely, and eat it so badly that you should not be able to make it work.If your choice is drowning or being a lifebuoy, it wouldn't be cowardly to sit quietly at the start and wait for it to pass.That shows you have mature judgment.No matter how rebellious a surfer is, he must have such judgment.And that cool guy who knew he would fall into the bottom of the waterfall and be completely sunk, but insisted on trying to go up the waves, in my opinion, he is a big fool at all.

I was greatly moved by his long speech, which at least showed his concern for my safety. "So," I said, "you call me a fool." "Not yet. That depends on how you handle it." "So, I'm a big fool on the verge of forming." "Let's put it this way, your potential to be a big fool far exceeds what the Richter Seismograph can measure." I shake my head. "But from my position, it doesn't look like a thirty-foot wave." "Maybe forty feet." "It doesn't look like it's more than twenty feet." He rolled his eyes up the top of his head, showing that he was the only one with common sense in the world. "According to what Angela said, all of this is derived from the secret plan of Fort Werwin."

"She went upstairs to show me something. It might be some kind of evidence. I guess it might have been smuggled out by her husband. Whatever it was, it was burned anyway." "Fort Guardian. Army. Military unit." "so what?" "The enemy we're talking about is the government," Bobby said. "Government isn't a thirty-foot wave, man. It's a hundred-foot wave. It's a tsunami." "This is America." "This used to be." "I am responsible." "What responsibility?" "A moral duty."

Bobby frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, as if listening to me gave him a headache, and said, "I guess if you turn to the evening news and hear that a comet is about to hit the earth, You're bound to put on your bodysuit and cape right away and fly into outer space to deflect that damned stone to another galaxy." "Unless my cape happens to be dry cleaning." "idiot." "You're the big fool." "Look here," Bobby said, "this is the latest data that is being sent in. The source is the British government's weather satellite. After processing and analyzing these data, they can be used to measure the height of waves anywhere in the world. The measurement range can even be as precise as a few centimeters."

He didn't turn on any of the lights in the office, which was more than enough light for him and too much light for me from the giant display screens at several computer workstations.Colorful bar charts, maps, high-resolution satellite photos, and dynamic weather change flow charts change on the screen from time to time. I haven't caught up with the computer age, and probably never will in my lifetime.Anyway, wearing UV-resistant sunglasses, I can’t see the information displayed on the screen at all, and I can’t risk my life to endure several hours of direct UV rays in front of the screen, even if the so-called radiation can be filtered The same goes for the screen.To the average person, that little bit of radiation might be insignificant, but to me, if you add up the cumulative damage, it's like going through a storm of light pollution.I usually use a letter-sized notebook for writing, essays in newspapers and magazines, and a best-selling book that was introduced in a special article by Time Magazine, describing XP syndrome and me.

This room full of computers can be regarded as the core of the world's surf forecast. Bobby's surf forecast service includes daily faxing of subscribers from all over the world to provide the latest news of the day, regular maintenance of the website, and a 911's Surf Forecast Line. He has four employees stationed at the outstation of Moonlight Bay, who are always connected to his office to provide data, and Bobby will do the final data analysis and surf forecast. Altogether, there are about six million regular surfers on beaches around the world, and five and a half million of them are content with what are known as "waves with faces"—waves that are six to eight feet high from base to crest.In fact, the real power of the sea is buried under the surface of the sea, and the deepest can even extend to the depth of a thousand feet. We don't call them waves until they break out of the sea and hit the shore; therefore, until the late 1980s , people have never been able to accurately predict when and where a six-foot wave will appear.Surfers often have to spend days on the beach, patiently waiting on smooth or even flat waves, unaware that the coasts hundreds of miles south and north are rough.A sizable chunk of those five and a half million people would rather pay Bobby a few bucks for information on hot and cold spots than trust their chances entirely in the hands of surf god Kahuna inside.

Just a few bucks.The 900 hotline alone attracts 800,000 calls every year, and each call costs more than two dollars.The irony is that Bobby, the most relaxed surfer, is already the richest man in Moonlight Bay—except that no one knows it, and he gives away most of his money. "Here it is," he said, plunging into a chair in front of one of the computers. "Before you decide to rush out to save the world and let yourself die in vain, think about this first." Olsen tilted his head and looked at the screen intently, while Bobby tapped hard on the keyboard a few times to call out the latest information.

The remaining 500,000 of the 6 million surfers can ride waves over 15 feet, but probably fewer than 10,000 can ride waves of 20 feet.Although these skilled surfers are only a minority, the proportion of them asking for forecast information from Bobby is even higher.For them, surfing is all there is to life; to miss any of the historic swells, especially if they happened near them, would be a Shakespearean tragedy. "Sunday," Bobby said, continuing to tap on the keyboard. "This Sunday?" "You don't want to miss the second night from now. I mean, it's better than sending you to your death."

"Is there a big wave coming?" "That will be a holy moment." There are only three or four hundred surfers on the planet who have the experience, ability and courage to challenge waves over twenty feet.Some of them pay a lot of money to hire Bobby to track down for them the location of the huge waves, deadly as they are.Many of these surfers are rich and willing to fly to any corner of the world to challenge the big waves. If they encounter huge waves of 30 or 40 feet, they often end up being towed by emergency speedboats. The way to ride such big waves is not feasible.In a year, there are only about 30 days around the world where you can find such huge waves with a complete wave shape and worth a try of more than 30 feet, and the places where they happen are usually in some remote corners.Through the maps, satellite photos and weather data collected from many sources, Barbie sorted out the forecast for the next two to three days. His predictions are extremely reliable, and even the most demanding customers are quite satisfied with his services.

"There," Bobby said, pointing to the anatomy of the waves on the computer screen.Hearing Bobby's words, Olsen hurriedly stepped forward to have a better look. "Big waves in the Bay Point area of ​​Moonshine Bay. Sunday afternoon and evening will be historic, until dawn breaks on Monday with powerful waves." I blinked at the screen. "Am I seeing twelve-foot waves now?" "Ten to twelve feet, some maybe fourteen feet, and they're going to be rushing to Hawaii in no time, ... it's our turn next." "fantastic." "Brilliant. Started by a slow moving storm north of Tahiti.

At that time, there will still be wind blowing from the sea to the land, so at that time you will encounter the rare, clean and hollow waves that are rare in your dreams. " "Awesome." He turned his chair around and looked up at me. "So what do you say - come here on Sunday night to enjoy the big waves from Tahiti, or do you want to face the tsunami of death from Fort Defense?" "Both." "Big idiot," he said contemptuously. "Stupid goose," I call him with a smile, which means the same as "life buoy", referring to a coward who has been stuck at the starting point and has no courage to stand up and surf. Ourson was between us, his head turning from side to side like he was watching a tennis match. "Crap," Bobby said. "Wooden man." Not to be outdone, I meant the same thing as a goose. "Asshole," he said, a word defined in surfer slang exactly as it was in proper English. "So it looks like you don't want to meddle in this matter." He stood up from his chair angrily, and said, "You can neither call the police nor go to the FBI, because they both took advantage of each other. How could you possibly investigate Fort Werwin's super-secret plan?" ?” "I've dug up some clues." "Yeah, and then the next clue will kill you. Look, Chris, you're not Sherlock Holmes, and you're not James Bond. At best, you're only on par with Nancy Dole." "idiot." "Stupid goose." "bad people." "Blockhead." He couldn't help laughing, shook his head violently, scratched the short beard on his face, and said, "You really make me sick." "Each each other." The phone rang and Bobby answered it. "Hey, big girl, I'm so obsessed with your new take on the show - it's Chris Isaac from start to finish. Play me another 'Dancing,' please? "After speaking, he handed the microphone to me. "Hey Nancy, your phone." I love Sasha's voice when she hosts the show.There are only slight differences from her real-life voice, which sounds deeper, softer and more detailed, and full of charm.whenever i listen Seeing Sasha's voice, I just want to be in bed with her.I wanted to be in bed with her as often as possible, but whenever I heard her talking to me in the voice of a radio show, I wanted to be in bed with her right away.She automatically switched to this voice as soon as she entered the studio, even when she was not on air, until the end of the show. "The song's over in a minute or so, and I'm going to have a few words in after that," she told me, "so I'll cut it short. Someone came to the radio station just now, trying to contact you. Said it was a matter of life and death big event." "who's that person?" "I can't say his name on the phone. I promised not to. I mentioned that you might be at Bobby's house...but he doesn't seem to want to call you there or go straight there and talk to you meet." "why?" "I don't know exactly why. But... Chris, this guy looks really nervous. 'I'm a visitor to the night', so you get my point?" I am a frequent visitor to the night. Here are lines from Robert Frost. My father channeled his passion for poetry into me.Then I passed that enthusiasm on to Sasha. "Yes," I replied, "I think I know who you're referring to." "He wants to see you as soon as possible. Said he has something life-or-death to tell you. What the hell is going on?" There's going to be a big wave coming Sunday afternoon. 'Russia said. "That's not what I said." "I know. I'll explain it to you later." "Da Lang, can I play?" "Twelve-foot waves." "Then I'd better just stay on the beach and play." "Love your voice," I said. "Smooth and supple as the bay." She hung up the phone and I followed suit. Although Bobby only heard half of the conversation, he used his incredible intuition to guess the purpose of Sasha's call and the seriousness of the matter. "What trouble have you gotten into again?" "It's all about Nancy's stuff," I replied resentfully, "you're not interested in knowing anyway." Chris blared softly on the radio as Bobby and I walked out on to the balcony with a still restless Orson.Isaac's "Dance with Me" song. "Sasha is such a wonderful girl," said Bobby. "Too good to be true." I agree with him. "You can't be with her forever if you're dead. She's not so queer as you." "That makes sense." "Have you got your sunglasses?" I patted my shirt pocket and said, "Take it." "Did you put on some sunscreen on me?" "Yes, auntie." "bad people." I said, "I was thinking..." "It's time to start thinking about it." "I'm writing a new book." "Finally cheer up your lazybones." "A book about friendship." "Is it written about me?" "It's surprising that you were actually mentioned." "You didn't use my real name, did you?" "I changed your name to Egg. The thing is... I'm afraid the reader won't agree with what I'm trying to say, because you and I—and all my friends—have very different lives from each other. He walked to the balcony stairs and stopped, showing his signature face of contempt: "I thought only smart people could write books." "Federal law doesn't have that." "That's true, even a literary idiot can see that each of us leads very different lives." "Really? Maria Kotai's life is also different?" Maria is the younger sister of Manuel Ramirez, the same age as Bobby and I, both twenty-eight years old, she is a beautician and her husband is a mechanic in a garage.They have two young children, a cat, a small bungalow and a large mortgage. Barbie said: "Her life wasn't confined to doing hair in a salon - or vacuuming rugs at home. She also lived between her ears. She had a world all her own in her head, in which I'm afraid it's not something you can imagine with my flat head. There are six billion people in the world, and there are six billion small worlds walking in the same big world. The salesman selling shoes and the chef of a fast food restaurant They may look dull on the outside - but their inner world may be more colorful than yours. Six billion stories, each one is an epic, full of tragedy and triumph, good and evil, despair and hope. You, me—we are nothing special. For a split second, I was speechless.Then I pointed to his floral shirt full of parrots and palm trees and said, "I can't tell you're a philosopher." He shrugged. "What's a little bit of good advice? Just kidding, it's just something I learned from fortune cookies to buy and sell." "Must be a giant fortune cookie." "Hey handsome guy, it's not your ordinary big wave." He said, giving me a sly smile. Half a mile from the coast, a cloud of mist like a giant glass strand stands on the sea, staying not far or near at the previous position.The night air felt as cold as the morgue at Mercy Hospital. No one shot at us as we descended the steps, and no one uttered a shriek like Abiu's. But they were still there, if not hiding in the mounds, or on the slopes beside the beach.I could feel their gazes, like a group of motionless rattlesnakes poised to strike at any moment. Although Bobby left the shotgun indoors, he still maintained a high degree of vigilance, kept watching and listening to all directions, and accompanied me to the place where the bicycle was parked.He took a sudden interest in my adventures. "The monkey that Angela described..." "How about it?" "What does it look like?" "Just like a monkey." "Looks like an orangutan, a gibbon, or something?" Holding the handlebar of the bicycle, I turned the bicycle vigorously and walked across the soft sand, and then replied, "It's a rhesus monkey. Didn't I say it before?" "How big is it?" "She said she was about two feet tall and weighed about twenty-five pounds." He looked at the dunes and said, "I've seen a few with my own eyes." I was taken aback when I heard that, and quickly leaned my bicycle against the railing of the balcony. I asked, "A rhesus monkey? Appeared in this place?" "Some kind of monkey, about the same size as you said." There are no monkeys of any kind native to California, and the only primates in the forests and fields are humans. Bobby added: "One night I found a monkey watching from the window. When I ran out, it had already run away." "When did this happen?" "About three months ago." Ourson moved between the two of us as if seeking solace. I asked, "Have you seen them since that time?" "Six or seven times. Every time it happened at night, and they were always sneaky. But they've been getting bolder lately, and they must have been in groups." "whole team?" "Wolves acting together are called a litter, horses acting collectively are called a pack, and monkeys are called a team." "You're quite a researcher. Why haven't you mentioned this to me?" He was silent, staring at the sand dunes quietly. I also looked towards the dunes. "Are they the ones hiding there now?" "Probably." "How many monkeys are there in this team?" "I don't know, there are probably six to eight, it's just my guess." "Did you buy that shotgun because you thought they were dangerous?" "Probably." "Have you reported this to anyone? Like Animal Control or something?" "No." "Why didn't you report?" Instead of answering my question directly, he paused, then continued, "Pia is driving me crazy." Pia Couric had agreed to go to Waimea Bay for only a month or two, and ended up staying three years. I don't see how Pia and Bobby could have anything to do with not reporting the monkeys to Animal Control, but I'm sure Bobby will explain the connection for me in the end. "She said she found out she was the reincarnation of Kahahuna," Babi said. Kahahuna is the goddess of surfing in Hawaiian mythology. She was not reincarnated in the first place, so it is impossible to reincarnate again. Think about it, Piya is not a native Hawaiian, the so-called Kamaaina, but a white man who was born and raised in Oskalun, Kansas, and did not leave home until he was seventeen. No matter how you look at it, she is unlikely to be a goddess in Hawaiian mythology. I said, "She lacks identification documents." "She's serious as hell about it." "Well, she's pretty enough to be called Kahahuna, or any goddess for that matter." Standing beside Bobby, I couldn't clearly see his eyes at that time, but I found that his whole face was lifeless. I had never seen him so listless, and I never even knew that there was such a thing as lifelessness in his life. "She's wondering if being Kahahuna means she has to be single for life," Barbie said. "She felt that maybe she shouldn't live with an ordinary man. What she meant was a mortal, and she didn't want to desecrate her sacred destiny." "It's cruel," I said sympathetically. "But if she's sharing a room with a living Kahuna incarnation, the whole thing would be pretty cool." Kahuna is the god of surfing in Hawaiian mythology. He is a character created by modern surfers based on the legend of a witch doctor in ancient Hawaii. I said, "And you are not the reincarnation of Kahuna." "I categorically deny it." From his words, I can guess that Pia has been trying to convince him that she is the god of surfing. "She was such a bright and talented girl," Barbie said, expressing sorrow and confusion. Piya graduated with honors from the University of California, Georgia, and spent all of her education on part-time job-study painting portraits; now, as long as she is willing to paint, anyone is willing to pay a high price for her hyper-realistic creations. "Someone as smart and talented as she is," Bobby questioned, "How could it be... like this?" "Maybe you really are Kahuna." "This is no joke," he said.This statement surprised me, because Bobby was more or less cynical about everything from beginning to end. Under the moonlight, the weeds on the sand dunes hung low, and on this windless night, not a single blade of grass swayed.The waves stirred from the beach below with a soft beat, like the murmur of prayers from afar. The story of Pia was interesting, but it was predictably what interested me most about the monkeys. "For the past few years," said Bobby, "Pia has been feeding me New Age stuff...sometimes it's fine, but other times it's like being hit by extreme sandstorms for days on end." Sand and gravel waves are violently churning waves carrying a lot of sand and gravel. If you accidentally walk in, you will be hit in the face.This is by no means a surfer-friendly situation. "Sometimes," Bobby continues, "when I hang up on her, I feel like my mind is spinning, I'm crazy about her, I can't wait to be with her... I almost convince myself that she is Kahahu Na, she is so sincere, she doesn't bombard me with this matter, you know, she always keeps her words in her heart, but the more she is like this, the more uncomfortable I am." "I didn't know you were always troubled." "I don't know myself." He sighed, poking the sand with his bare feet, and began to connect Pia and the monkey. "The first time I saw a monkey in the window I thought it was so cool it made me want to laugh. I thought it must be someone's lost pet...then the second time I saw more than one Only, what's even more absurd than the Kahalhuna thing is that they don't behave like monkeys at all." "What do you mean by that?" "Monkeys are playful by nature and like to play around. But these guys... not only don't like to play, but also have a deep mind, serious and sneaky. They monitor my every move and carefully study the situation in the house, not out of curiosity, but It's some sort of conspiracy." "What conspiracy?" Bobby shrugged, "They're really weird..." He didn't know what words to use to describe it, so I borrowed a word from Rovecraft. When we were thirteen, we almost never got tired of reading his stories: "turtle hair". "Yeah, they're so hairy. I knew no one would believe me. I thought I was delusional. So I grabbed my camera, but I couldn't get a picture. Do you know why?" "The thumbs covered the camera. They didn't want to be photographed. As soon as they saw the camera, they looked for places to hide. Their movements were fast." He glanced at me to see my reaction, and then looked at the dunes. "And they know what a camera is. I couldn't help but say, "Hey, you didn't mean to anthropomorphize them, did you? You know that—fetch human matter on animals." He ignored my sarcasm and continued, "Since that night, I've decided not to keep my cameras in a cupboard, but somewhere on the kitchen counter. You can quickly press the shutter before they have time to react. One night about six weeks ago, there was a perfect land breeze blowing off the shore, and eight-foot waves, wave after wave, so despite the cold night, I put on my surfing suit and played a few times. Hours.I didn't take my camera with me to the beach. "Why not?" "I hadn't seen a monkey for a week and thought maybe I'd never see them again. Anyway, when I got home, I took off my Neoprene coat and went into the kitchen for a beer. As I turned away from the fridge, monkeys appeared on two windows, clutching the outside window frames and staring in at me. So I reached for my camera - and it was gone." "Because you misplaced it." “No. The camera was literally lost. I left the door open when I went to the beach that night, and now I dare not leave it open.” "You mean the monkey stole your camera?" He replied: "The next day I bought a ready-to-shoot and put it on the counter next to the electric stove in the kitchen. I went out that night with the lights on, locked the door, and took my shotgun to the beach. " "Is there a good wave?" "It's just a very flat wave. But I wanted to give them a chance, and they took the bait, and when I wasn't home, they broke a glass, opened the window, and stole the camera. They took nothing but cameras. " Now I finally understand why Bobby kept the shotgun in the locked broom cupboard. This wooden house located in the corner of the bay, because there are no neighbors around, I have always regarded this place as a good place for leisure.At night, after the surfers have left, the small wooden house stands in the darkness of the night sky and the sea. It looks like a model of a small house in a snow globe, which is covered by heavy snow when it is shaken lightly. Just replace the heavy snow with tranquility and independence.Today, that rare independence has become disturbingly isolated. What the night brings is no longer peace and tranquility, but solemn panic. "They also left me a warning," said Bobby. A very painstakingly written threatening note appeared in my mind, with a few big words on it - watch out for your ass, monkeys stay. They're not smart enough to leave a note, but the method is much more straightforward than I thought. "One of the monkeys pissed on my bed," Barbie said. "Oh boy." "They're sneaky, like I told you. I've decided not to try to take pictures of them, and if I happen to get one one night...they're not going to let it go so easily." "You're scared of them. I didn't know you were bothered like this. I never knew you could be scared. I learned a lot from you tonight, brother." He would not admit that he was afraid. "That's why you bought that shotgun." "Because I think it's better to scare them occasionally, to let these little bastards know that my territory is not for anyone to invade. God knows, this is my territory. But I'm not really scared, it's just some monkeys It's just a breath." "But don't forget—they're not." "There are days when I wonder if I got the New Age virus from Pia on the phone line all the way down Waimea Bay - where she's pissed off that she's Kahahuna reincarnated," Babi said. , and here I am with these 'new age monkeys' all over my head. I wonder if the tabloids will call them that?" "Monkey of the new century, sounds very loud." "That's why I don't want to report, I don't want to make myself the center of the media, I don't want to be the little bastard who finds Harry Bigfoot or aliens from outer space. I'd never be able to live that way. I wanted to live a quiet life, didn't I?" "But you'll turn into a monster like me." "That's right." At this moment, the feeling of being watched became more and more intense.I almost couldn't help but growl a few times in a low voice like Orson. Orson stood quietly between Bobby and me, still alert, with his head raised and one ear pricked up.Although it has stopped trembling, it clearly respects the gazes around it. "After I told you about Anyanla, you now at least know that these monkeys have something to do with the plans going on at Fort Werwin," I said. "This is no longer a tabloid figment of the imagination. It's what's actually happening, all around us, and we can do our part. " "It's still in progress." "what." "According to Ambera's description, Fort Weiwen has not been completely closed." "But that place was abandoned eighteen months ago, if there are still people in it In any operation, we cannot be ignorant.Even if they live on base, they will inevitably have to go into town to buy things or watch a movie or something. " "You said that An Yanla described this incident as Ama Jiedeng, and she meant the end of the world." "Yes, so what?" "So if you're busy all day with plans to destroy the world, you probably won't have time to go to the movies in town. Anyway, like I said, Chris, it's a big tsunami, it's the government, you If you insist on surfing such a wave, you will die in vain." I held the handlebars with both hands and stood upright. "Even after your own experience with these monkeys, you decide to let go and nod." If I don't act rashly, they will probably walk away sooner or later.Anyway, they don't come and go every night, at most once or twice a week, if I continue this stalemate... there may be a chance to restore my peaceful life in the past. "The words are true, but Angela may not be exaggerating, maybe everything will never return to the way it used to be." "If that's the case, then why bother to put on tights and a quilt? Anyway, I'm going to lose." "For XP Man," I said sarcastically in a serious tone, "winning or losing is not an excuse." "idiot." "Stupid goose." "bad people." "Wooden man." I said enthusiastically, while leading the bicycle across the sand and walking towards the direction of leaving the wooden house. Olsen let out a weak moan, as if complaining that we left the safer wooden house behind and insisted on running outside, but he didn't retreat because of this, he followed me closely, heading inland, Sniffing the night air. After we had walked thirty feet together, Bobby suddenly kicked up a small cloud of fine sand and ran quickly in front of us, blocking the way. "Do you know where your problem is?" I replied: "Careless in making friends?" "Your problem is that you have worked so hard to leave a footprint in this world. You want to leave some traces to prove that you have been here." "I don't care about that." "Shit." "Speak politely, and don't forget that there is a dog present." "That's your real motivation for writing books and publishing articles," he said. "To leave a mark." "I only write because I love to write." "You always talk about yourself in a high-sounding way." "Because writing is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, and I think it's worth it." "Do you know why it's so difficult? Because it's against nature." "Maybe so for people who can't read, can't write." "We didn't come into this world to leave traces, bro. Monuments. Cultural traditions, any traces are human. We're here to experience the world, to soak in the magic of everything, to enjoy it Life." "Look, Orson, the philosopher Bobby is preaching again." "This world has been perfected to perfection. From one horizon to the next, it's unbelievably beautiful to look at. Any traces of us - at best, bloody scribbles. The world we've given needs no improvement. No one left Any trace of it is a barbaric act of vandalism." I said, "What about the music of MOza-rt?" "Brutal acts of vandalism," replied Bobby without hesitation. "The art of Michelangelo." "Graffiti." "Renoir." I asked. "Graffiti." "Bach, the Beales." "Aural graffiti," he said unwillingly. "Matisse, Beethoven, Wallace St.en., Shakespeare." "Savage, rascal." "Inch Dale," I say, calling out the king of surf guitar, the father of surf music. Bobby blinked, but said in a firm tone, "Graffiti." "You are sick." "I'm the healthiest person you'll ever know. Take my word for it, and stop pursuing this crazy, useless thing for a sense of justice." "I must have been knocked unconscious by the waves. Why is my curiosity now called a great sense of justice?" "Live your life. Enjoy it. Live it happily. That's what life is for." "I have my own way of enjoying life." I vowed to him. "Don't worry - I'm just as idle asshole number one as you are." "You are beautiful." When I walked past him with my bicycle, he stepped forward to block my way. "Okay," he said resignedly, "whatever you want. But promise me to hold the bike in one hand and the gun in the other until you're back on the rocks and you can ride a bike. Then ride away at full speed." I patted the pocket of my jacket, which contained the heavy weight of the Grolock.I accidentally fired a shot at Ahn Yeon-ra's house.There were nine bullets left in the magazine. "Anyway, it's just some monkey breath." I deliberately imitated Bobby's tone of voice before. "But they're not." 我探索着他的眼神问道：“还有什么别的事要告诉我吗？” 他咬着下嘴唇。最后终于开口：“或许我真的是卡胡纳。” “你要告诉我的不是这个吧。” “不是。但是跟我要说的话比起来，这一点也不算奇怪。”他的眼神环伺沙丘。“这一群猴子的头头……我只从远处见过它，当时黑漆漆的一片，它看起来只是一个黑影。但是它的体型显然比其他的猴子大许多。” "How big is it?" 他严肃地看着我说：“我觉得它的体位跟我差不多。” 早先，当我站在阳台上等巴比搜索回来的时候，我从眼角余光瞥见一个长移动的身影，印象中模模糊糊地见到一个人影，步伐又大又快地在沙丘里穿梭。等到我举起手枪一转身，却一个人影也没见着。 “是个人吗？”我问。“跟新世纪猴子跑来跑去，领导众猴？难不成我们月光湾还有泰山？” “嗯，我也希望那是个人。” "What do you mean by that?" 巴比把眼光移开，耸耸肩说：“我只是要告诉你我见到的不只是那些猴子。还有比它们更魁武的东西跟它们一伙。” 我望向月光湾闪闪烁烁的灯光。“感觉上好像有个时钟滴滴答答在响，不知道什么地方埋了一颗定时炸弹，整座城市就像坐在炸药上一样。” “听听我的建议，兄弟。不要闯入爆炸区。” 我一手握着车把，一手握着口袋里的手枪。 “当你到外面完成你那危险的蠢任务时，XP侠，”巴比说：“我要你牢牢记住一件事。” “不管卫文堡过去到底在搞什么鬼，不管现在是否还在进行当中，可想而知一定有一大票的科学家参与其中，全是一些受过最高等教育的家伙，光是他们的额头，可能就比你的整个脸都还要大。政府和军事单位想必也牵涉在内，牵涉的范围很广，而且全是这个系统下的精英，那些牵一发则动全局的人。你知道在这件事尚未东窗事发之前，他们为什么要参与这件计划吗？“ “因为有帐单要缴，有家庭要扶养？” “他们每一个人都打心底想在这个世界上留下脚印。” 我说：“我没有那种野心。我只是想了解爸妈真正的死因。” “你的脑筋就跟蛤蚌的壳一样硬。” “没错，可是里面埋着一颗珍珠。” “不是珍珠。”他斩钉截铁地说。“是海鸥大便的化石。” “像你这么善用辞令的人应该去写书。” 他勉强挤出一丝比柠檬皮还薄的嘲笑。“我宁可去挤仙人掌汁。” “写作差不多就是如此。不过，你会觉得付出很有代价。” “这波浪会先把你卷入洗衣槽的漩涡，然后再从排水口冲下去。” “或许。但是这波浪冲起来一定酷毙了。我们来到这个世界的目的就是要享受人生，你不是也这样告诉我吗？” 最后，他投降了，他从我面前让开，举起右手，做出沙卡的手势。 我一手握着脚踏车，稍稍放开握枪的手做出沙卡的手势。 结果，他举起中指作为回应。 欧森走在我身旁，我牵着脚踏车向东穿越沙地，朝岩石较多的方向走。还没走远，就听见巴比在背后说话的声音，但是我听不清楚他说话的内容。 我停下脚步，回头看见他正朝木屋往回走。 "What did you say?" “起雾了！”他重述一次。 放眼一望，我看见堆积如高塔的白雾从西侧往下涌动，泛着月光的白色雾气如雪崩般滚滚而下。仿佛末世的巨墙在梦境里无声无息地崩塌。 城市的灯光此时恍如隔着一块陆地般遥远。