Chapter 21: Driving in the opposite direction at high speed to seek death
Not really a fugitive.
On earth, the snow is still falling, but it is dark.
Fang Ke slept on Shen Qinian's desk for the entire afternoon. Although he had just woken up, the endless fatigue hit his face like heavy snow the moment he opened his eyes.
The air was cold, and the chill seeped in from under my windbreaker, giving me goose bumps on my back and arms.
But, I'm used to it.
I'm used to it.
He was the only one left in the office. He was not warm, and no one put a coat on his shoulders before leaving.
I'm used to it.
I'm really used to it.
Fang Ke stared at the dark office in a daze for a while.
The last teacher to leave turned off the lights, as if he didn't exist.
The long night was filled with a sour and foul smell, like a stinking corpse frozen in a refrigerator. It had been forgotten for so long that no matter how much it was refrigerated, it would still rot, and the yellow-brown corpse fluid would flow all over the floor.
Fang Ke rubbed his arms and walked out indifferently. There was not a single light on in the entire teaching building and everyone had left.
Looking down the corridor, only the street lamps and the security room still had faint lights.
Fang Ke did not go home. He rode his motorcycle, rushed to the flower bed covered with dead grass, then suddenly lifted the front of the motorcycle and jumped over the retractable door.
He left behind the scolding from the uncle in the security room.
That night, there were still many cars on the street, with bright lights and a crowd of cars moving. Fang Ke twisted the accelerator and drove in the opposite direction.
The driver who was forced to stop cursed and the car behind him didn't have time to brake and rear-ended the driver. While the traffic police were on their way, Fang Ke stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
This behavior is actually not handsome at all, actually not free and easy, actually he has never experienced the breath of freedom, actually he has never been unruly, he is just bad, he is bad, he is bad to the core.
He's just selfish.
Fang Ke felt empty for a moment, but then more chaotic emotions came flooding back, like an art student's paint bucket, no matter how bright the colors were, they would always turn into a dirty dark gray when mixed together.
When there are too many emotions, all that is left is annoyance.
It was so annoying that I couldn't control myself and even wanted to ride over other people's cars.
It was rare for him to be obedient. For the first time, he waited for Shen Ci Nian at school for an entire afternoon. At first, he even wanted to listen to the get out of class. He even thought about getting up tomorrow, having breakfast, and then walking to school.
He even set his watch so that it would vibrate at six in the morning.
He already wants to change, and Shen Qinian doesn't need to do anything. Just watch him from afar, and he might become a little better.
But Shen Ci Nian chose to avoid him.
Just avoid him!
His driftwood drifted away, his hope sank to the bottom, and his paroxetine did not want to give him salvation.
Why!
Fang Ke rode directly onto the highway, still going against the flow. The traffic police couldn't stop him. He was going crazy. He even let go of the handlebars of the motorcycle with both hands. He spread his arms like a bird, wanting to die.
There's no reason, because he's a rotten guy.
He doesn't want to live anymore, that's it.
But a foam wall appeared in front of him, the noise of helicopter propellers came from above his head, and the sound of the walkie-talkie was amplified.
"Fang Ke, what's wrong with you? Do you know how important you are to the players' plan? What are you doing? Your life is not your own. Can you die if you want?"
He didn't listen and he didn't stop.
He crashed into the foam wall without any care, the motorcycle fell to the ground, and he also fell to the ground, staring at the sky with empty eyes.
"If you have free time, why not go play a dungeon? Don't waste social resources! We're watching you all day long. Do you know how overstretched the police force is right now?"
His arms were bruised, his legs were injured, and his head was a little scratched and bleeding.
He was too lazy to care. The walkie-talkie was still chattering at him. He closed his eyes and imagined the sound of the propeller as the sound of gongs and drums at a funeral.
"Fang Ke! Are you dead?! If you're not dead, get up and go to the dungeon! The secret voucher we want is in Twin Village. Our people have assessed it as too difficult, and you can't get it. The announcement said the dungeon will open on Wednesday, so deliver it to the Players' Association before Thursday night, otherwise..."
Otherwise, otherwise, how about?
Give him a lecture and lock him up for a few days
"Otherwise, don't stay outside. I'll send you back to City A right now!"
Good, very good.
Fang Ke stood up from the ground with a cold face, ignoring the broken motorcycle, and directly grabbed a traffic policeman and pulled him off the tram, then rode the small electric scooter with two-color flashing lights back along the highway.
Behind him, his motorcycle exploded, and the raging flames were quickly extinguished by the fire truck that had been prepared.
He hit the tram horn a few times in resentment.
Beep! Beep!
If he had stood up a few minutes later, perhaps he would have been buried in the fire, and perhaps his soul would have had a chance to escape.
Police cars lined the road on both sides to escort him, and he caught a glimpse of several soul-catching cages out of the corner of his eye.
Very good. No chance at all.
He didn't know what the point of doing all this was. He abandoned the car as soon as he got off the highway, with the helicopter still hovering above his head.
"Fang Ke, we have given you the maximum tolerance. You can do whatever you want and no one will bother you. But if you want to die, you are absolutely not allowed to do that!"
"If you're in a bad mood, go out and drink, gamble, or go whoring. If you really can't take it anymore, go bungee jumping! Think carefully. Your safety is your responsibility for all of humanity!"
"Shut up and get out."
"Report to me where you are going!"
"Street stall."
"That's good. Don't try to lie to me. You have a locator in your heart. I'm always watching your whereabouts."
The helicopter left.
Bad memories slowly came to his mind. He actually took a leave of absence from school in the second half of his second year of high school, just after he was promoted to second place on the list.
That afternoon, Fang Jimin suddenly appeared at the door of Class 14, with bodyguards rushing up behind him and forcing him to undergo surgery.
He still remembered Jimin's eyes before he was tied up and pushed into the operating room: indifference, fear, and a hint of relief.
From then on, he had an extra locator in his heart, the kind that could be detonated remotely and instantly.
Fang Jimin passed away before the operation was over, leaving only a message for the bodyguard who stayed behind to take care of him.
"We made this decision for the safety of humanity."
Just like more than ten years ago, for the safety of mankind, Fang Jimin let his mother, who was suspected of being a traitor, die in the copy.
At that time, no one had made a decision yet and everyone thought they could wait and see. Maybe that was a misunderstanding.
But Fang Jimin still tricked her into downloading the copy and did not bring her out again.
His mother did not rebel.
He didn't betray, but Fang Jimin planted a bomb in his heart.
After his injuries healed, he became even crazier. No one cared why he was crazy. They just stared at him with disgust and vigilance, and stayed away from him.
Fang Ke was strolling along a street in the night market, eating six skewers of grilled squid that he had bought for ten yuan. He threw the iron bottle of his fourth can of beer on the ground and squinted his eyes at the various small gadgets on the stalls.
If there is a trash can, he will throw it on the ground instead of throwing it away.
He drifted slowly through the crowd, briefly feeling one with them.
But the good times didn't last long, someone recognized him.
The man pointed at him and called out "Fang Ke". The crowd dispersed instantly, and the space around him became empty. People surrounded him and looked at him like a monkey.
Fang Ke paused, lowered his head and continued eating squid.
The spicy feeling stimulated his taste buds, but he seemed numb.
He walked alone in the crowd, covered in wounds, his hair stained with blood, and his back looked very miserable.
"Mom, is he a bad guy? Why should we hide from him?"
"He's not a bad guy," the woman said, holding the child's hand tightly. "But he's very dangerous. Honey, you must stay away from him."
"Why is he bleeding?"
"I don't know. Maybe he went to fight again."
"Oh, then he's the bad guy! Because the teacher said fighting is bad, and those who fight are bad kids!"
Fang Ke heard it, but didn't care. He walked into the convenience store, bought the fifth can of beer, opened it, and took a sip.
He was used to it. He didn't care, never had.
I cared at first, but now I don’t.
Now... I actually care, but I won’t care in the future.
Will you care in the future?
Isn't he used to it?
Oh, the alcohol amplified his emotions and he was drunk.
He squatted by the roadside, next to a tree covered with rime, and suddenly he felt inexplicably broken.
He opened his watch with his red, frozen hands and dialed the only number on it.
The first time it didn't work, the second time it worked, Shen Cinian's voice was still cold: "What's the matter?"
"Come pick me up," Fang Ke squatted, pursing his lips, "I fell, drank a lot of wine, got drunk, and got lost."
"Why?" Shen Ci Nian said nonchalantly, "I'm not your driver."
“…Please.”
On the other end of the phone, Shen Qinian sat up straighter, looking a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he said coldly: "Where?"
After giving the address and hanging up the phone, Fang Ke squatted on the side of the road and finished his beer. He took out the broken gum box from his trouser pocket, poured out a deformed piece of gum, and put it into his mouth with his injured and still slightly trembling hand.
He was in the north of the city, far away from the school. He thought that Shen Ci Nian would not come until he had eaten everything, but within a few minutes a car stopped in front of him.
The door opened, and the person who got out of the car was not Shen Ci Nian.
"The owner of the license plate number 1998 called a car for you and asked them to take you to the hospital. Do you want some help?"
The last bit of hope was blown away by the wind when the car door opened.
His cry for help was ignored. It wasn't completely ignored, but it made him feel worse than being ignored.
He got in the car, and the night scene quickly receded in the wind and snow. The snow kept falling, and it seemed that Tang County had not had sunny days for hundreds of years.
"Take me back to the old town."
The driver turned around, the bustling scene faded away little by little, and the neon lights gradually faded away.
It seemed as if they, along with their car, were sinking into the pitch-black twilight.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians wearing thick cold-resistant clothes, and the old city is so quiet that it seems as if no one lives there.
Occasionally, one or two shrill cat calls broke the silence, adding a touch of coldness to the night.
After many twists and turns, they arrived at the destination and Fang Ke got out of the car and left.
"Wait, I haven't paid yet. It's a cash on delivery order."
Fang Ke froze in his tracks. He turned around fiercely and said angrily, "What did you say?"
"This... is cash on delivery."
Pay on delivery.
Fang Ke spat out the gum he had been chewing all the way.
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