Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Five

"There it is, number forty-two." Ford Prefect called to the taxi driver, "That's right!" The taxi slammed on the brakes, and Ford and Arthur jumped out immediately.They stopped several times along the way, always in front of the cash machine, so now Ford can slip any money to the driver for travel expenses. The entrance of the club is dark, chic and stern.Its name is only written on a small sign that cannot be smaller.Members know where it is, and it doesn't do you any good to be there if you're not a member. Sir Ford was not a member of the Staflo's Club, though he had been to the Staflo's in New York before, and Ford had a simple way of dealing with establishments he was not a member of. He rushed in as soon as the door opened, then pointed to Arthur and said, "It's okay, he's with me."

He hopped down the smooth stairs, his feet in his new shoes feeling extravagant.They were suede and blue, and to Ford's particular satisfaction, despite the tangled legal battles, he maintained his perceptiveness and was able to see the car from behind while the car was speeding The seat saw the pair of shoes in the window at a glance. "I thought I told you not to come up here." "What?" Ford asked. The speaker was a thin, sickly man wearing baggy Italian name tags who was walking and lighting a cigarette when he passed them on the stairs and stopped suddenly and inexplicably.

"Not you," he said. "He." He stared blankly at Arthur, seemingly confused. "Excuse me," he said, "I think I must have misunderstood someone." He continued up the stairs, but almost immediately turned around again, more confused than before, and stared at Arthur with wide eyes. "What's the matter?" Ford asked. "What did you say?" "I said, what's the matter?" Ford repeated impatiently. "That's right, I think so." The man shook slightly, and the matchbox in his hand fell to the ground, his lips trembled weakly, and then he stretched out a hand to stroke his forehead.

"Excuse me," he said, "I'm trying to remember exactly what drug I was on, but it must be the kind of drug that makes people forget what they're taking." He shook his head, turned around again, and walked up to the bathroom. "Come on," said Ford, and he trotted down, Arthur following him nervously.Arthur had been in a state of shock since he met that fellow, but he couldn't quite figure out why. He didn't like this kind of place, and after so many dreams of earth and home over the years, he couldn't stop thinking of Ramla's little hut, and his knife and sandwiches.Not even old brush Shiba.

"Arthur!" The most startling effect was achieved - hearing his name called out on the stereo, he turned his head away, and behind him Trillian was hurrying down the stairs, still in her terribly wrinkled dress .At this moment, she suddenly showed a frightened expression. Arthur turned the other way to see what had made her change color. At the bottom of the stairs was Trillian, dressed in... no—it was Tricia, the hysterical Tricia he had just seen on TV.And behind her was Langdon, more surprised than ever.Behind Langdon was the beautiful, dimly lit venue of the club. The evening guests all froze into a perfect stage backdrop, staring anxiously at the hand-to-hand combat on the stairs.

In the next few seconds, no one moved like a mountain.Only the music behind the bar doesn't know how to shut up. "The gun she's holding," Ford said, nodding slightly in Langdon's direction, his voice quiet, "is a Vabanata Model 3. Stolen from my boat, and it's actually dangerous. Hold on for now." , let's all stay calm and calm down, let's figure out what she's losing her temper first." "Where do I belong?" Langdon screamed suddenly, his gun shaking violently.With her other hand in her pocket, she pulled out what was left of Arthur's watch and swung it at them.

"I thought I could belong here," she yelled, "of the world that made me! Turns out not even my mom knows who I am!" In the glass behind the bar, the glass was shattered. Everyone continued to be silent for a while. "Langdon," Trillian called quietly from the stairs. "Shut up!" Langdon yelled, "You abandon me first!" "Langdon, it's important that you listen to me," Trillian insisted calmly. "We're running out of time. We have to go. We all have to go." "What are you talking about? We're always leaving!" Now she held the gun with both hands, both shaking.She's not targeting one person in particular, she's targeting the whole world.

"Look," Trillian said again, "I left you to cover a war for the news network, and it was too dangerous, or so I thought. When I got there, the war suddenly stopped happening. It was a time Abnormal... listen. Please listen to me! A scout ship appears, and the rest of the fleet is in chaos, and now this kind of thing is happening more and more." "I don't care! I don't want to hear about your damn job!" Langdon roared. "I want a home! I want to belong somewhere!" "This is not your home." Cui Lien's voice was still calm, "You don't have a home, we don't have a home, and no one has a home now. The missing spaceship I just mentioned, the people on it don't have a home either. They don't know where they came from, they even lost their memory, they don't know who they are and what they're supposed to do. They're confused, lost, and terrified. They're in this solar system, and they're about to do it Something very... irrational is going on because they're so confused, so lost. We—now—have to—leave. I can't tell you where else we could go, or that there's nowhere to go at all. But staying here is absolutely not okay. Please listen to me and just do it again. Come with me, please?"

Langdon panicked and waved the gun in his hand in a daze. "It's all right," said Arthur gently. "As long as I'm here, we're safe. Don't make me explain now, but I'm safe, so you're safe, too, okay?" "What do you mean?" Trillian asked. "We'll just relax," said Arthur.He felt very peaceful, his life was bewitched, and none of it seemed real. Slowly, Langdon gradually relaxed, and the muzzle of the gun dropped inch by inch. At this moment, two things happened at the same time. The door to the men's bathroom at the top of the stairs opened, and the man who had been talking to Arthur came out sniffling.

Startled by the sudden movement, Langdon raised his gun again; just then, someone standing behind her was about to rush to grab her gun. Arthur galloped forward.He heard a deafening explosion, felt Trillian throw himself on top of him, and fell clumsily. As the noise faded away, Arthur looked up and saw the man on the stairs staring at him with an "unbelievable look on his face." " expression. "You..." he said.Then he slowly and horribly fell apart. Langdon dropped the gun and dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry!" she sobbed, "I'm so sorry! I'm really really sorry..."

Tricia walked towards her, Trillian walked towards her. Arthur sat on the stairs with his head in his hands, not knowing what to do.Ford sat next to him.He picked something up, looked at it with interest, and handed it to Arthur. "Remember anything?" he said. Arthur took it.It was the matchbox that the man dropped earlier, with the name of the nightclub and shop owner printed on it.It is written like this: Staflo Murabetta He stared at it for a while, and things gradually came together in his mind.He thought about what he should do, but it was just a random thought.Around him, people started running and shouting, and it all became clear to him that there was nothing left to do, not now and never again.The noise and light all around had become so strange that through it all he could just see Ford Prefect sitting comfortably beside him, laughing exaggeratedly. An overwhelming sense of calm enveloped him.Arthur knew that this time, all of it, at last, at last, once and for all, was over. On the dark bridge at the center of the Vogon spaceship, Brostetnik Vogon Jelz sat alone, a wall with a flicker of light on the surface of an external screen.The juicy blue-green sausage was still floating in front of him, but the discontinuity in it had already caused it to disintegrate.Choices are collapsing, possibilities are interpenetrating, and eventually, the entire existence dissolves without a trace. A very deep darkness descended.Captain Vogon was immersed in the darkness for several seconds. "Light," he said. no respond.The bird has also collapsed from all possibility. The Vogon turned on the light himself.He picked up the piece of paper again and drew a small tick in the small box. Well, it's done.His ship slipped into the black void. Despite what he considered to be a very positive move, the Griblon chief ended up having a disastrous month.That month was like many, many months before, except that nothing was visible on the screen anymore.So he had to play some light music to make do.