Chapter 41 「Third Person Perspective」 Can't I just do this for one person?
Episode 41 「Third person perspective」 Can't I just do it for one person?
Wednesday, April 2, Mir train.
Fu Lin's calf was kicked.
The toe of the shoe is round and rough to the touch, and the force is intentional, but it is obviously intended to attract his attention. Just like a cat will deliberately step on someone's feet to attract attention.
Fu Lin looked forward. The young man with the cross in front of him raised his chin towards him, his gesture somewhat casual and lazy. "What are you thinking about?"
When Jerry went to the restaurant to get breakfast buffet, the train was hijacked and even the compartment they were in was not spared. Just as Fu Lin dealt with a robber, the young man with the cross came back. He looked so relaxed, as if he had just come back from playing outside, and soon sat down on the sofa.
Seeing that he was observing Shang Hexing through his sunglasses, whom he had not seen for a long time, the black-haired young man kicked his calf again, "Stop looking around."
Fu Lin wanted to say something, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thus enduring the harassment from the black-haired young man.
The young man with the cross always makes a lot of small movements unconsciously, as if he lives in his own little world, and his current movements are a reflection of his inner world. It's like he has no way to control it.
Just like when we were riding the bus together on the way to the train in the morning, he would occasionally rub against me unconsciously.
He has absolutely no sense of boundaries when it comes to physical behavior.
Fu Lin never thought of himself as a person who valued appearance above all else, but he did make people realize that if one has good looks, even if one does something a little too much, it won't easily cause people to feel disgusted.
However, if you say he is simple, I'm afraid he is not that simple.
This reminded Fu Lin of taking the bus to the train in the morning.
Because the train they were about to take was going to a place where the password for monitoring authority on Shanghe Star was hidden.
Maybe Jerry, who was sitting in the front row of the bus, really believed it, but I'm afraid only Fu Lin and the young man knew how false this lie was.
When Fu Lin heard this at that time, he even had a strange intuition.
They were headed for a trap.
At this moment, they are like parents who are about to abandon their child and take him to the amusement park for the first time.
At that time, Fu Lin raised his eyes and looked at Jerry, who was sitting in the front, still shaking his head, listening to music and looking at the scenery outside the window.
He felt that the young man with the cross was going to kill Jerry in front of him...
Before Fu Lin could figure out all the answers, someone kicked him unconsciously on the calf.
As expected, it was Li Mali, the young man with the cross.
Fu Lin still thinks that this is a fake name, and that the statement "Bloody Mary is the only name his mother left him" is also a lie.
What kind of person is he?
After less than 5 days of getting along, Fu Lin discovered very early on that this man didn't really like to talk to people, and most of the time he would rather stay with his pigeons.
His pigeon was very round and soft, and sitting on his shoulder it looked like a ball of gray cloud marshmallow.
But this morning, he sent the pigeon out of the window, letting it spread its wings and fly to the sea. Without seeing everyone off to return home as usual, he just got on the departing bus.
It was as if he himself would never come back.
Fu Lin, who was bumped, subconsciously moved to the side, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the football shoe was still hanging in the air. He even moved a little inch towards Fu Lin, as if he felt that Fu Lingang's presence was redundant and was getting in his way.
So, Fu Lin looked in the direction of the other party, "..."
The young man with the cross leaned his head against the car window, and the cold glass of the window reflected his profile. As the train moved forward, the head swayed slightly, and each knock made a crisp "dong dong" sound. The sound was not loud, but at least it was quite loud to Fu Lin. However, he did not feel uncomfortable at all, but just stared out the window. His legs were naturally crossed and his feet in sneakers were naturally raised up.
His ankles were so white that they were almost transparent, and the lines of the tattooed wings were sharp.
This tattoo, plus the heavy metal accessories revealed on his face, always make people wonder whether he actually treats his own body as a canvas or sculpture, carving and painting it at will.
“…”
After staring for less than three or four seconds, Fu Lin found that his knee was hit hard by the young man with the cross. The opponent was too thin, and his bones were like a rough sharp weapon. Even though no blood was seen during the collision, it was very painful.
This was clearly intentional.
Or maybe he just doesn't know how strong he is. However, it would be hard for someone who could easily pull two adult men out of the water to think that he really had little strength.
After Fu Lin took a deep breath, he heard the young man whisper, "Let me change seats with you. Go inside and sit."
After saying this, the young man stood up, patted Fu Lin on the shoulder, and with a gesture indicated that he should roll over to the window seat, while he turned around and sat in Fu Lin's original seat. Fu Lin's eyes followed him subconsciously.
The young man with the cross was quite impatient, "Don't you want to look out the window?"
Fu Lin has always been unwilling to bow his head and curry favor with these people. It cannot be said that he is arrogant, or that he is a person who is neither humble nor arrogant, but he just doesn't want to give in easily.
He was wondering, what on earth did this person mean?
Fu Lin had actually been wondering what this person's purpose was towards him.
After being rescued from the dungeon by the young man with the cross, he felt that there was no hope of escaping and gave up on himself, but the young man encouraged him and even took care of him at night. In the first one or two days, he would still feel that the other party had bad intentions, but by Wednesday, Fu Lin more or less discovered that his body did not have that strong feeling of hunger. Even if he did not eat, he did not feel dizzy and his condition was maintained very well. This actually meant that the young man on the cross had no intention of torturing him.
Even now, Fu Lin felt that the man really thought that he wanted to look out the window, so he took the initiative to change his seat.
Of course, as someone who was monitoring him, he should have let Fu Lin sit in the car and not allow him any opportunity to escape.
Fu Lin looked up and asked the young man with the cross, "Li Mali is not your real name, right? What's your name?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Am I that familiar with you? Why should I tell you my name?"
Fu Lin was unmoved, "So you admit that this is not your real name, right?"
He felt that getting to know someone always started with the name.
Or just like what Yumemakura Baku wrote, "A name is the shortest spell", a binding spell. Just like when Fu Lin was called "Fu Lin" by him, he responded subconsciously. Even if it was silent, it meant that he was bound by the other party. And I also want to know his name, or how to restrain him, investigate his background, know his details, and understand his weaknesses.
The young man didn't take Fu Lin's question seriously. "So what? You and I only have 100 hours. There's not much time left. What difference does it make if I know one more person or one less person?"
"Are you trying to say that you will send me back to your organization's headquarters in four days?"
Fu Lin thought the number he gave was too specific. "Why 100 hours? When did you start counting?"
The young man did not respond, as if he felt he had done too much and did not want to explain.
This is like a little interlude.
Now back on the train.
After helping to find the robbers hiding among the passengers, the young man with the cross decisively went to look for the location of the incendiary bomb. Would the generally indifferent people really be willing to take the initiative to do something that would allow them to stay out of it?
This can obviously be done by the conductor.
Fu Lin suddenly thought of the pigeon he released in the morning. The one who didn't look back was not the bird, but the young man. Fu Lin subconsciously held the other person's arm before he left.
"careful…
He was surprised by what he wanted to say.
Does he need to care about someone who hurt him?
At this time, one less enemy means an extra layer of protection.
"Little what?" the young man asked in confusion.
Fu Lin pursed his lips and changed the topic: "Hours. When does the 100 hours you mentioned start? Will the bomb explode after 100 hours?"
After saying this, the young man showed a strange look, and Fu Lin even felt that he seemed to be about to laugh.
“It will be over soon.”
"End what?"
The young man with the cross thought for a moment and said, "You will know."
The incendiary bomb did not fully detonate, which was a blessing in disguise. However, the flames roared towards the carriage, the scorching heat and the pungent smell of burning almost suffocated people, and the entire space seemed to have become a scorching closed furnace. Although the train stopped at Midway Station and some people managed to escape, the power outage caused the automatic exit doors to close again, and the struggling people were trapped like in a burning cage.
The conductor hesitated for a moment, reached for the key in his arms, but just as he raised his hand, it was snatched away by the young man with the cross.
The cab was already a sea of fire. It was a dead place and no one could come back.
Can you imagine?
An executioner is actually going to die for an unrelated stranger?
Fu Lin found it incredible.
Naturally, he had no answer, because he hadn't asked anyone to help him answer it, nor did he have any reason to speak it out. The figure of Li Zhi and his face with a gentle smile suddenly flashed through his mind.
Fu Lin stood still, watching his thin figure running past him and rushing towards the sea of fire. The corners of his mouth twitched, but no sound came out.
He wanted to dissuade her, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. A familiar feeling gripped him, and he suddenly thought of Li Zhi.
He recalled the scene when he first met Li Zhi - a madman was clamoring to sacrifice his life and trapped three students. Li Zhi stood up and asked to replace a girl in the elevator. She was also Xiaozhuang later. Facing the madman, Li Zhi soaked his entire body with gasoline, held a lighter in his hand, and said calmly: "If you don't let me go, I will light myself on fire and rush towards you."
The gasoline flowed down Li Zhi's wrist, and the lighter in his hand was extremely dazzling.
The madman was stunned.
Li Zhi successfully scared the other person away, and the police took the opportunity to subdue the madman. Afterwards, the police scolded him for taking too much risk: "What if he really set it on fire?"
At that time, Li Zhi had no expression on his face and only said: "He won't."
Fu Lin knew that Li Zhi's confidence at that time was not rashness, but a kind of calmness that transcended himself, but he was also prepared to make sacrifices.
Now, Fu Lin saw this calmness and determination again in the young man on the cross.
"Don't tell me you are that kind of person..." Fu Lin's chest felt like it was stabbed by something. He watched the young man turn around with the keys in his hand and his steps determined. The firelight reflected on his thin back, solemn like some kind of ceremony.
"You think this is great?" Fu Lin's voice was low and cold. "Is it really worth sacrificing yourself in this way?"
The young man with the cross stopped and looked back, with a kind of calmness in his eyes that Fu Lin could not understand. This made Fu Lin look dazed, as if the person in front of him was Li Zhi.
"I've never thought that I'm great. Have you ever thought that I can't just be for one person?"
Fu Lin was even more puzzled.
"At least Fu Lin has to survive. He is the hope of the entire Anubis."
After saying this, he shook off Fu Lin's hand and rushed into the sea of fire without hesitation.
Fu Lin was stunned, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He couldn't say anything and could only watch the figure gradually disappear in the flames.
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