Chapter 18 The fourth quarter changed the master

That night, a rickshaw parked under the three-story building, walked in with a bald head, and said to me fiercely: "Pack up your things and get out!" Without knowing it, I mechanically packed the bedroll, and Borges, sandwiching it between the bedrolls.In the long and terrible days that followed, Borges would be my only spiritual sustenance.While savoring the richest spiritual feast in the world, I savored the most terrifying life of blood slaves in the world. Following the bald head, I walked downstairs. The three vicious dogs were still roaring angrily. The short black and white mustache stood aside, looking at me indifferently. I don't know who he is, what his identity is, maybe he It's just that the owner of this building may be someone with another identity in the blood slave community. I didn't know what he was doing until I left this community.

I put the bedding roll on the carriage, and just about to board it, the bald head shouted again: "The food and accommodation expenses have been settled, 20 yuan." He stretched out a hand as thick as a bear's paw. I stayed here for one night and had to pay 20 yuan for two meals. However, here, I shouted that every day should not be done, that the land is not working, that I have no relatives, and I am alone, and I can only endure their mercy.I took out 20 yuan and handed it to the bald head. When I boarded the tricycle, I was extremely panicked, not knowing where they would take me.But they definitely won't let me go.The country road was uneven, and I held on to the railing with both hands, trying to maintain my balance.It was dark all around, and there were some lights flickering in the distance, and there were dogs barking, the sound came and went, and it seemed vague and unreal.The tricycle passed a cemetery, and the tombstones made of bluestone exuded a cold luster in such a night.The will-o'-the-wisps jumped between the graveyards, up and down, forward and backward.The tricycle driver didn't say a word, just lowered his head and bent his waist, and he couldn't hear his panting.I suddenly felt chills on my back, the hair on my body stood up, and the palms of my hands holding the railing were full of sweat. Could it be that this tricycle driver is a ghost, why did he drag me here, to this messy graveyard?What does he want to do?

The moon has risen, and the melting moonlight is like milk, making the surroundings look hazy and chaotic, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.I opened my eyes wide to identify the surrounding trees, fields, and the cemetery that seemed to be beyond my reach.Suddenly, a thin figure stood up in the cemetery, like a paper bundle on a tomb, or a scarecrow standing in a wheat field, with long hair, no eyes, and only two deep black holes. "Ah—" she hissed for a long time, her voice was like a knife, piercing the rumbling sky, and like a frightened dove, she flew into the distance.

I yelled and fell off the tricycle. I was lying on the ground, still in shock, when I suddenly heard the tricycle driver shout: "Go away, if you don't leave, I will skin you." It turned out that the woman with long hair was not a ghost, but a lunatic from a nearby village.I stood up and saw the lunatic yelling and running into the distance, turning into a gust of wind. We continued to move forward, and finally walked out of the mass graves and came to an open grassland.I said, take a break.He said, take a break. I handed him a cigarette and lit it for him, and he tapped the back of my hand in thanks.Then, we sat on the grass, smoking cigarettes slowly, looking at the sky with a waning moon and a few stars hanging, the village in the distance was silent, like an isolated island floating in the sea, there was a faint green grass in the air The fragrance is very thin and endless, this smell makes people addicted.Since then, I have never smelled that grassy smell again.

That night, the pedicab driver and I sat on the grass, chatting late, and we smoked half a pack of cigarettes. He is a farmer in a nearby village. During the slack season, he will ride a tricycle to earn some hard money.He also sells blood. He said that selling blood makes money fast. Many people on tricycles here sell blood. He said that the history of selling blood here has been more than ten years. The locals sell less blood, while the outsiders sell more blood. There are more foreigners here than the locals.People often leave without knowing where they have gone; newcomers often come without knowing where they came from.

He called the blood tyrant the big steward, and the blood head the little steward.He said that the big housekeepers are very rich, and some big housekeepers’ houses are built like palaces, and there are four circles (Audi) in front of the car. The locals call this kind of car "tetracycline".The little butler is also rich, and there are many little butlers who have cars. I asked him, why are there women among the blood sellers?He said that those women came with men, and men sold blood, so did they.He once pulled a man and a woman. The woman used to be a "chicken woman". People here call prostitutes "chicken women". Later, she was old and decrepit, and she couldn't sell anymore. She lived with a client who came here to sell blood. She also followed suit.

"Among the blood sellers, there are all kinds of people." He said. We sat in the silent wilderness, the wind blowing over, with the fragrance of green grass and soil, making people intoxicated.A meteor streaked past, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.It never occurred to me that in such a beautiful place, there is such a sin in the world. The tricycle driver also said that I was sold by that bald head to a bloody head in the village in front of me for 500 yuan. "Here, if you don't bleed for the first time, it will be considered unlucky, and you can only pass it on to others." The tricycle driver said.

"The boss who bought me asked you to pick me up on a tricycle, isn't he worried that I will run away?" I asked. "Run? Where are you going? There are their people on all sides here. Whenever they see strangers, they will be arrested and let the housekeepers identify them. Where can you run to?" the tricycle driver said. I feel like I've fallen into a trap. It was already midnight when the tricycle driver took me to another village. In a family at the far end of the village, I saw the new bloodhead, a dry man with little flesh.His eyes were cold and cold, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, which made people shudder after seeing it.His skin was very black, like coal, and there was a small tumor on the side of his cheek, which looked ugly and disgusting.Beforehand, the tricycle driver told me on the grass that although this man is thin and small, he is the most difficult bloodhead in the surrounding villages. Will kill with a knife.Over the years, no less than a dozen people have been stabbed by him.He also has a group of brothers under him, all of whom are desperadoes.These people bully men and women, do whatever they want, and do all kinds of evil.But no one dared to mess with them.

There are also several dogs in this yard, and each dog is as tall as half a person.The tricycle driver once told me that in order to train the vicious dogs to kill, Sarcoma often feeds them with raw meat, so even at night, you can feel the hostility and terror emanating from them. The eyes of these vicious dogs are like wolves Bright red, creepy.These vicious dogs are bigger and more effective than wolves. There are two rows of one-story houses in this yard, and each house is full of people sleeping on the floor on bunks. They are next to each other, like a row of mummies.The room smelled of mildew and putrefaction.The sarcoma caused a subordinate to lead me all the way inside, and stopped at the door of the innermost house. That house still had no door, and the street lights shone on their pairs of feet that hadn’t been washed for many days. Their feet were like The blackened stake remained motionless.

Sarcoma's subordinates pushed me in. This pigsty-like house will be my residence from now on. With the light of the street lamp outside the door, I made a bed on the ground.There are four other people in this room. They are sleeping soundly at the moment, and they are all snoring. Some snore like a chariot rolling over the frozen wasteland, and the sound is booming; .Their sleeping positions are also very vulgar, you cover my mouth and I grab your crotch. As soon as I lay down, I suddenly saw two cockroaches crawling out from under the bedroll and crawling towards the corner in a panic.I suddenly felt extreme fear, which was like seeing those vicious dogs with blood-red eyes.There must be a lot of cockroaches in this damp and dirty room, and there must be a lot of insects. They are all hiding in the dark corners at the moment, looking at me with their heads poking around, and preparing to climb up my body and my body after I fall asleep. cheek……

I've always loved being clean, however, since doing unannounced visits, I've had to get myself dirty.Only by making my body dirty can I have no fear in my heart. That night, when I was lying on the floor, I remembered the scene when I just came to the provincial capital in the north and slept on the same bunk with the scavengers and thieves, recalled the scene of sleeping in the gang boss’s manhole, recalled the scene of fleeing The dangerous scene of the beggar gang, recalling the scene after Xiaolan was killed, recalling the scene of Xiaowen squatting by the wall and covering her face after being arrested... I also thought of my father who was sick in bed in a poor mountain village in the north at the moment , my father must not have slept either, the bone-deep pain of cancer is tormenting my father at this moment; I thought of my mother again, and my mother must have not slept either, she was standing beside her father, weeping secretly... I thought about it a lot , I told myself, no matter how hard or tired, no matter how dirty or frightening, I will persevere, I will earn a lot of money, I will pay off the tens of thousands of foreign debts I owe for my father’s medical treatment, and I will also pay my father’s daily income. For tens of yuan of medical expenses, I want to cure my father's illness and make my parents' lives better. When it was almost dawn, there was a shout outside the door: "Get up, fuck, hurry up!" Two people in the room got up, and they groped to get dressed, and the other two were still sleeping soundly. .I know that, just like the early morning of the previous day, these blood slaves will gather at the entrance of the village, and then take a big truck to a certain blood collection point to sell blood.But why didn't the other two go? After the blood slaves left, the courtyard seemed extremely quiet.I fell asleep in a trance. In my sleep, cockroaches covered my whole body. I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t. There were also wriggling cockroaches in my mouth. Their bodies collided with each other, making a clicking sound...Suddenly , I felt a sharp pain in my feet, opened my eyes, and I saw a man with long hair standing beside my feet, with a hideous face, he was kicking my bare ankle with his leather shoes, he was arrogant Shouted: "Get up quickly, I will take you to get your ID card." Hooligans ten years ago liked to have long hair or shaved their heads. When people walked on the street, they would run away from those with long hair and blue scalp.Today, a decade later, long hair has become an artist's signature, while bald heads are a fashion trait.Today's hooligans also have hobbies, and their hobbies have become tattoos. I stood up, went to the tap, brushed my teeth and washed my face with cold water.The long hair looked at me, and said to another hooligan, "This bitch also knows how to maintain hygiene." Long hair asked me: "What do you do?" I said, "I am a teacher." Long hair said doubtfully: "Teacher? Just like you? The teacher still sells blood? Go trick ghosts." I said, "I'm a private elementary school teacher, and I'm so poor, what can I do if I don't sell my blood?" Long hair seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh - it's much better to be a teacher than to be a teacher. How much money can a teacher make?"