M City, early morning, high-speed rail station.
The pale light made the empty hall look as pale as a morgue.
The vending machine flickered lonely in the fluorescent corner, selling expired sandwiches and cold canned coffee.
Every ten minutes, a train would pull into the station on time, spitting out three or two office workers with gloomy faces.
They dragged their feet with heavy steps, their eye bags were heavy, their eyes were empty, their faces were filled with resentment that "the world will explode tomorrow", and even the sound of their footsteps was numb.
"bite--"
Another train arrived at the station and the door slid open with a hoarse sound.
Unlike the numb figure who got off the bus earlier, the first person to come out this time was a tall and strong figure.
Di Wang walked out of the carriage holding a middle-aged man in a suit and tie with one hand.
The man's tie was crooked, his suit jacket was wrinkled, the right half of his face had turned into bluish-gray scaly skin, and his fingers had transformed into sharp claws.
It is obvious that it is because of the outbreak of resentment that he is in the process of becoming a monster.
Following the simple principle of "grab as much as you can, and one more deterrence point doesn't matter", Di Wang didn't kill him.
"Hey! Man, please wake up!"
He raised his hand and delivered two "Give Me Back My Pretty Palm" strikes. The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the silent platform.
The middle-aged man's head was knocked to one side after being hit, and the scales on his face faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the appearance of a normal person.
Di Wang let go of his hand, and the man staggered a few steps and collapsed on the ground.
He looked around blankly, as if he didn't understand why he was here.
Di Wang squatted down and looked him in the eye.
The man's eyes were bloodshot and his eye bags were swollen.
"What's wrong with me?" the man said in a hoarse voice.
"You almost turned into a weirdo." Di Wang took out a cigarette box from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, and threw another one to the man, "Too much pressure?"
The man took the cigarette with trembling hands, and Di Wang took out a lighter and lit it for him.
He took a deep breath, smoke came out of his nostrils, and suddenly he hugged his knees and burst into tears.
“Wu…wuwu…I’m such a loser! My performance at work…my work performance was taken away by that damn team leader…my wife…my wife thought I was useless and ran off with that trainer at the gym…Now…now I can’t even turn into a fucking weirdo! What’s the point of me living! Wuwuwu…”
Di Wang looked at him in the light:
He had greasy, tangled hair, an untidy beard, and a wrinkled, cheap suit covered in dust and traces of what looked like vomit. He exuded a sour smell mixed with decadence and alcohol.
A middle-aged man who is completely defeated by life.
"Brother, you are already old, what kind of man is it to keep crying?" Di Wang blew out a smoke ring, "Isn't it just that your wife ran away with someone? Just clean yourself up and find a young and beautiful wife, what's the big deal!"
"She took all the money away!" The man raised his tearful eyes, "She only left me with a son... and he's not even my own son! I don't want to live anymore!"
Di Wang raised his eyebrows.
Man, this plot is even more ridiculous than a 8 o'clock drama.
"Think about your father and mother," Di Wang tried to change his perspective. "They are old, and they need someone to take care of them, right?"
Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to open Pandora's box, and the man cried even harder: "I... I am not my father's biological child! He has long since disowned me!"
"What about your mother?"
"My mom...my mom also ran away with the neighbor, Mr. Wang, a few years ago!"
Di Wang's mouth twitched violently as he held the cigarette in his mouth, and he almost couldn't hold it in.
Is this cuckold gene hereditary? He's not my biological father, is he?!
He took a deep puff of cigarette and decided to give up treatment: "Then why the hell are you still alive? Hurry up and find a place to end your life! You don't have to continue to suffer this shit!"
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly stopped crying.
"Dead?... No... That's not right!" He suddenly jumped up from the ground, his movements were very agile, unlike the limp like before.
He wiped his face carelessly, his eyes burning with a light that was almost like a martyr's, and stared at Di Wang: "King! You are right! My life is a tragedy! It's a joke! But! But!
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