Chapter 77 Forget what happened next and Fanny Valentine...
What happened next was pretty much as Fanny Valentine had expected. Mary went to Arizona to meet the Indians who were no different from her and were also taking advantage of her.
After staying there for a month, Mary suddenly passed away without any warning.
This time, Fani's men were unable to bring back any useful information. He fell on the edge of the desert and stopped breathing forever.
After hearing the news, Fani Valentine finished reviewing his documents with a calm expression, pulled his counterpart from the parallel world, and then disappeared from the room with his furious blue substitute that kept chirping.
The new president looked calm. He waved his hand and asked people to clean up the office that was smashed to pieces by the runaway stand-in. In the meantime, he moved to another place and started working.
No one knows what the president of this world is going to do.
Maybe... is it to simply vent my anger, or to go somewhere else to calm down?
Blackmoya didn't know, and he didn't know how long it would take for the president of this world to come back.
He had a vague guess about where Mary had gone, but he didn't want to say it out loud for the time being.
Now that the president's mental state has become as unstable as Mary's, he doesn't want the two of them to get into any more trouble.
Mary had the same idea as Blackmoa. After she made sure that the white people had not attacked, she told Yinren Abian that the peace might be broken again and asked them to be prepared at any time. Then she rushed to the place she expected.
Then...I ran into drunk Johnny again.
Is this guy...really a horse racer? Logically speaking, anyone involved in sports should take good care of their health and avoid alcohol, right?
Mary looked at Johnny, who was mumbling and staggering in front of her, and quickly went forward to support him.
"Thanks... Daisy..." Johnny mumbled, noticing the stiffness of the person next to him. He guessed he'd mispronounced their name. Women always take this personally, so he corrected himself. "Nina...right? Or are you Emma or Betty?"
“…Mary”
"Oh... almost..."
Johnny's lips were still stained with wine, making them look pink and shiny, especially beautiful. "Today... I won the competition... again, and so many people celebrated for me!" His tone was cheerful and proud. "It's just... I don't understand why... everyone likes to drink so much..."
"I think I have a competition tomorrow?"
"Hehe... Under the soft moonlight, I am walking alone. I want to watch the dawn."
He sang tunelessly, and his whole demeanor was so different from the sorrow of the day that Mary was happy for him.
He came out, and she came out too.
This may be the tacit understanding between family members.
Mary felt that the moonlight tonight was particularly gentle, and even the wind was light, carrying the warmth of melted snow.
Perhaps tonight is the day when winter turns into spring.
Taking the familiar key from Johnny's pocket, Mary opened the door.
The quietness of the house was beyond Mary's expectation. After more than two months, the facilities inside remained unchanged, not even a water cup was added.
Did he really live here? Mary was a little suspicious.
Mary first put Johnny on the sofa, then went around five or six rooms, and finally found the room where Johnny usually rested, and carried him up.
Mary sat next to Johnny out of habit, but it took her a long time to realize that Johnny was not Fanny and there was no need for her to stay with him like this.
He wouldn't be assassinated, drugged, or have his room checked for recorders.
She shook her head, shooing Fanny's haunting face out of her mind. Looking at Johnny, who was sleeping soundly and oblivious to everything, Mary remembered what he had said before: family members should maintain a sense of propriety. So she quietly left the room and went to the rooftop terrace.
Compared to the dazzling stars in the desert, industrialized civilization has woven an extremely huge curtain, turning the night in the city into foggy and making it impossible to see anything clearly.
She thought of Yinren, who was now as strong as a bull, compared to his former thinness due to malnutrition. Ah Bian also grew his hair longer because he no longer had to fight, and looked gentler than before.
The musicians wanted to tell everyone that Mary, the hero who had protected them, had arrived. But Mary didn't want to make it public. She just wanted a quiet place where she could be at peace.
She thought she had a lot to say to them, but she had lost the desire to communicate with anyone and stayed in the desert like a mute for a whole month.
Only when she was leaving did she tell them her real purpose.
"Really?" Both A-Bian and Yin-Ren accepted this fate with relief.
"We are very weak," Yinren said with a wry smile. "Actually, since there have been no wars in recent years, my relationship with some people on the edge of the desert has eased a bit. In my eyes, they live very well, but they feel that they are at the bottom of society."
Ah Bian also said, "They have hunting rifles, plenty of bread and butter, and they keep hunting dogs and horses at home. In my eyes, this is the best life. It seems... we are really too far away from the world."
Mary wanted to retort, but no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't come up with anything polite to say.
When the roar of cars echoed on the road, Indians could only measure the desolate desert with their feet. When Indians used animal skins to sew loincloths, the fashionable clothes in the city had already changed countless times.
Even though Mary didn't want to admit it, she knew that she was completely accustomed to life in civilized society.
She likes to eat steaks fried with sauce and drink sweet drinks.
When she is physically and mentally exhausted, she likes to light scented candles in the bathroom, lazily soak in the bathtub, and enjoy the peace and comfort brought by the warm water.
She's out of touch with them.
With their reluctant farewells, Mary embarked on her return journey and dealt with the annoying little fly by the way.
On the way back from the desert, Mary seriously thought about what she should do in the future and whether she needed to find a new job.
But she found that she temporarily lost interest in interacting with strangers
These five years have been too tiring for Mary. She needs to rest for a while and become a person who can waste her own time and live for herself.
She has the right to stay in bed and the right to sit on the lawn and do nothing, looking at the clouds in the sky all day long.
She had a low appetite anyway, so even if she only had $300, it would last her a long time, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to survive for a few months. She could wait until the money was gone before she thought about the next step in her life.
After lazily watching the sky turn from dark to bright, Mary heard Johnny's mumbling. She guessed that he was about to wake up, so she came to his side lightly.
The bright light from the window dazzled the boy's eyelids, but he was still stubborn and unwilling to wake up. He buried his head completely in the pillow, leaving his golden head to Mary.
Perhaps because he couldn't resist the sleepiness no matter what he did, he raised his head angrily, and the moment he saw her, he suddenly froze like cement after being exposed to the sun.
"You! Who are you?" His voice was so high that it almost broke. It was loud but lacked momentum and he seemed a little at a loss.
Actually... have you forgotten it so completely?
Although I was mentally prepared, the disappointment and sadness in my heart did not disappear at all.
She wanted to grab his collar, drag him in front of her, and yell, "Didn't you say we were family? Why did you forget our agreement?"
Maybe she had improved in controlling her expression, or maybe Johnny didn't notice that she was sad. He rummaged through his pockets and said, "Forget it, no matter who you are, you can leave now." As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a few bills and handed them to Mary.
"Here, these are for you."
Mary looked at the denominations of the bills, which added up to about five hundred US dollars. For an ordinary person, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a windfall.
ah……
Mary's cold heart suddenly began to warm up. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time.
He... and Fani are really two extremes.
Fani appears to be a good person, but he is actually very cruel. Johnny appears to be a bad-tempered guy, but his way of solving problems is altruistic.
It seems... no matter if he drinks or not, his attitude is different from before, Johnny is still the same Johnny on the snowy day.
"I won't leave." After Mary said that, she saw Johnny's eyes widened like a frightened little rabbit.
Somewhat cute
She chose her words carefully, imitating the tone of Fanny Valentine and said, "Because this is what you asked of me, and I agreed, so I won't break the promise."
Since Johnny had lost his memory, Mary didn't need to tell him about his nonsense. Otherwise, he would have a reason to reject her and say it was just a joke.
But if you say something mysterious, the other party will be hesitant.
This is also Fani's usual method. Mary has always wanted to forget him, but when solving problems, she will always think of them naturally.
The other party was indeed stunned. He rolled his eyes, and hesitation and curiosity appeared on his face.
"May I have your name?"
Mary hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should give herself a last name, but couldn't come up with one, so she just said honestly, "Mary."
Johnny frowned, and Mary knew he was not very satisfied with this answer.
He looked away, glanced down at his watch, then threw off the quilt and rushed into the bathroom.
Mary didn't know whether he was refusing or trying to keep her, so she sat stiffly in the chair without moving.
If the other party doesn't want her, what should she do next?
Could it be that he would go back to his old profession and become a killer?
If Fani hadn't only let her do this type of work...
Mary's expression froze as she realized she had thought of Fani many times today.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Why did I think of that disgusting guy again?!
Is this some nasty withdrawal reaction?!
Don’t think about it!
Mary subconsciously wanted to smash the bed in front of her with a punch, but she quickly restrained herself before her fist landed.
This is not Arizona, and this big bed is not a Gobi desert where you can smash it at will.
Mary was so annoyed that she wanted to vomit. She once again remembered the other party's confident and conceited words.
"Do you think you can survive in this country?"
Stop, don't think about it!
"What do you have? You have nothing. You are worse than a beggar on the street."
Enough!
Mary was so angry that she was shaking all over. The fist in her hand turned into a slap and slapped herself directly in the face.
"What are you doing?!" A refreshing boy's voice came, and Mary smelled the minty wind, which relieved her swollen head.
The boy in front of her gritted his teeth and pinched her wrist. The blue veins on the back of his hand bulged, reminding Mary of rolling hills.
Perhaps because he didn't expect her to be so strong, Johnny staggered and almost fell.
"You...?" Mary looked hesitantly at the boy with wet hair in front of her. When she was about to ask him what he was doing, the other party started to get angry.
"Are you sick?!" He poked Mary's forehead in frustration, hoping this would clear her confused mind. "What are you doing? Are you hurting yourself?"
"no……"
"Why aren't you slapping yourself? Is it fun?" Johnny rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You women are really inexplicable sometimes."
He loosened his arms and raised his hands begging for mercy. His clothes slid up, revealing his beautiful abdominal muscles. "Okay, okay, you can stay if you want. I don't live here often anyway." He shook his wet hair carelessly and walked out. "I really have something to do. I'm leaving first."
Mary looked at his back with mixed feelings, and then she heard a "click" and the door closed.
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