Chapter 37

It had been too long, and it was too far. He almost thought that he had gone blind. When he thought of this, his tears flowed uncontrollably. He covered his face and squatted on the ground, crying. His limbs became weak, and he suddenly sat on the ground, and finally knelt on the ground. He didn't know which way he was facing. Anyway, he cried so hard that he fainted, but he was still crying.

He cried until his eyes were blinded and he became dehydrated. No one found him lying on the ground and no one took him to the hospital. He cried himself to death.

Perhaps he realized belatedly how unbearable the pain was.

It doesn't matter. Everything is in the past. If he doesn't mind, he can just live as if nothing happened. After all, Paradise had always lived that kind of life before, and he could survive, but these people couldn't. This is enough to prove that if Paradise was to die according to their ideas, they should die before Paradise.

So, if someone dies, it's entirely their own fault.

The second thug noticed something was wrong and wanted to escape, but he got lost and started going in circles. He thought he was walking in a straight line and could get out, but in fact, if he carefully felt the roughness and wear of the wall under his hands, he might have discovered that he had not even walked one meter. He had already twisted his body so much that he felt dizzy.

Of course, perhaps this requirement is too demanding, and it is understandable that he cannot leave.

After all, not everyone is like the amusement park. At first, they closed the amusement park alone and threw it into an abandoned warehouse with no one in it. They locked it up and hid the key. If someone hadn't passed by and suddenly wanted to take a look at what was going on inside, they wouldn't have known that there was an extra person inside and that it could still be locked.

He was locked inside the park for nearly a week. There was nothing else to do in there but sleep every day. All he did was sleep, from day to night, and then from night to day. Later on, he didn't distinguish between day and night. As long as he could sleep, he would continue to sleep. Anyway, he couldn't get out by himself. He didn't have a key, so he couldn't open the door, nor could he reach out and break the lock.

It had been abandoned for more than a day or two. There was almost nothing inside, except spiders, cockroaches, ants and dust. There was nothing else to be found in the park, and the leftovers were treated like stray dogs outside.

When he was sleeping, he would occasionally dream. In his dreams, he might smell the food from outside. Sometimes he thought it was very smelly. When he was extremely hungry, he thought the smell was even stinker. When he dreamed about something he liked, he would wake up suddenly with fright because he knew that was impossible. When he dreamed about a terrible nightmare, he would spend some time in there before waking up.

After he realized that it was just a dream, he became even more afraid. He became more aware that those things were false and terrifying, even more terrifying than before, but he felt that such a world was actually beautiful.

He was confused. He almost thought he was deceived. However, a person like him was not worth being deceived. What was the point of deceiving him? Nothing. Deceiving him would only waste time and resources.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true most of the time.

Most people talk to him that way.

Sometimes he didn't mind, sometimes he cared a lot, and sometimes he thought about it for too long and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Suddenly he realized that he seemed to care a lot about these things, but it was useless and he couldn't kill anyone.

Even though he really wanted to do that.

Sometimes he feels that his dreams are very good, and sometimes he feels that it is also good to sleep all day long, not needing to eat, not needing to listen to other people's chatter, not needing to be pushed and shoved, not needing to be pointed at... There are so many good things in the world, and he has obviously already taken a lot of them, so what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

He doesn't know.

After being in a trance for a while, he fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he was sweating all over, as if he had had a nightmare. However, when the wind blew, he got goosebumps all over his body. It was dark, and it was a little colder at night than during the day. Sleeping on the floor with nothing on it was even colder than sleeping on a carpet or an air-conditioning blanket.

Even in summer, it is easy to catch a cold if the temperature drops suddenly.

When he couldn't sleep, he would sit up, then quickly lie down again, thinking to himself, this place is actually not bad, the locked door means safety, and no one here means quietness. Because he is trapped, even if others want to cause trouble, they can't come to him first, and after finding him, they can't be the first to blame him. Even if they really want to scold him, he knows that it is not his fault, so he won't be particularly sad.

In fact, this kind of day is not bad.

As for not being able to eat or drink and sleeping all day, without food, he was either extremely sleepy or stiff and almost unable to think, but such a small matter did not matter. He only cared about how long he could sleep, and he had to seize the time. He had thought about this a long time ago that if possible, when he had the opportunity, he would sleep for twenty-four hours alone in a solitary room.

He had been working towards this goal all that time.

Then the door opened.

He couldn't remember if it was the police or another group of people who wanted to scold him.

It doesn't matter.

The second thug was in an abandoned warehouse with no one around. He cried out for help but no one answered him. He thought he had been trapped for a long time. In fact, he was misled by hallucinations about the speed at which time passed. He thought time passed very quickly and that the sky changed from dark to light, and from light to dark again. In fact, the sky he saw through the window of the warehouse was not a proof of time but a lie.

The paradise can make the sky bright or dark, because no corner of the sky seen by the second gangster is the real sky.

The gangster thought a long time had passed, and he gradually felt that time was passing very slowly. He looked up at the sky frequently, but saw no change, so he cursed loudly. Later, he felt that he was so unlucky that he didn't even have the energy to curse. He could only lie on the ground, thinking bit by bit about how he got here. He couldn't remember it because the paradise blocked this memory for him.

He simply couldn't remember it, which was good for Paradise and for him too.

He doesn't remember, so he doesn't think too much about it. He doesn't know, so he's not that scared. He even has hope. He thinks someone will save his life.

In fact, of course not.

In the realm of paradise, the whole world belongs to only one person, and that is paradise. If paradise says it exists, then it exists. If paradise says it doesn’t exist, then he will never be able to wait for it until he dies.

In a sense, he can actually choose eternal life here, because in the illusion, he can be immortal, but paradise will not make it easy for him, that is to say, he will encounter other situations, for example, from young to old, from healthy to sick, from jubilation to despair, from hopeful to numb and despair.

He cannot handle any situation because he has not lived long and does not think he might encounter those things, let alone be prepared. Paradise will also make him feel more pain, and he will not think that continuing to live is a good thing.

When the mist cleared, he staggered and bumped his head against the wall next to him. He squinted and saw the outline of a corpse in the swaying shadow. He moved over and touched it and found that it was a corpse. The corpse was already cold. He moved back in fear, trying to distance himself from the corpse, but bumped into the wall again. He slowed down for a long time.

When he came to his senses, he found himself back in the warehouse. He yelled uncontrollably, ran over and banged on the wall, tried to grab the side of the window and climb out, tried to open the door, tried to kick the lock, and wanted to pick up the key on the flat and dusty concrete floor, but he did nothing.

Because there is nothing in it.

Once again he felt the incomparable hunger and pain.

The pain is complex, the emptiness of the spirit, the idleness of the body, the guilt of having nothing to do, the confusion caused by not being able to contact other people...

He didn't know what he was doing exactly, he just knew that he was about to die.

This is a fact. The fog dispersed again. He thought he saw the sunlight and ran to the main road in joy. He turned around facing the sun. He couldn't see anymore and tears streamed down his face. He stood on the road in a daze. With a bang, he fell to the ground, losing control of his limbs. His brain reacted half a beat slower than usual and he rolled over on the ground. He was still a little conscious, but not much.

It was just enough for him to turn over, just like the state he was in after the holiday when he didn't do his homework but ordered takeout and lay on the bed, ready to play games but feeling a little sleepy.

He was still confused.

A large truck drove by at the traffic light, turned a corner, spun its wheels along the road, and ran over his body.

After a series of teeth-grinding crunching sounds, his body was torn in two and broke, leaving a pool of bloody meat sauce on the ground.

In a sense, he committed suicide, but he only blamed the driver of the rickshaw truck because he was driving according to the rules.

No one knows that something like this will happen as soon as you drive out.

There's nothing else to say except to feel bad.

Fortunately, this ruffian, when he was a child, his biological mother ran away with a strange man, his biological father married a rich lady, and his stepmother didn't like him, so he was thrown into the house of his grandmother. His grandmother was a rural woman. Her husband died early. She was old, had poor eyesight, and was in poor spirits. She barely raised him and often boiled a pot of hot water in the kitchen at home and went out to play mahjong.

When he was alive, he made a lot of trouble, but no one cared.

No one would care if I died and exploded into fireworks.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be like this now. The driver might just pay the money and not go to jail. That would be his business.