For the man, this was not a too bad thunderstorm night. After all, he had lived in Old Dunling for so long and had experienced worse weather in Old Dunling. Everything now seemed to be the most amiable, and he quite liked this feeling.
The cold air poured into his mouth and nose, as if frost was growing along his internal organs, immersing his consciousness in cold water, rubbing it vigorously, stripping away all the tiredness and hardship.
“But whoever obeys me will live and go in peace, and will have peace without fear of disaster.”
He stroked the scratched cross and whispered a prayer.
The man was sitting on a bench on the platform with a suitcase beside him. He seemed to be preparing for a long journey, but it was already late at night and the train had stopped running long ago. He was the only one left on the empty platform.
It would be more accurate to say that he had just got off the train rather than preparing to leave. But as if he was unwilling to accept the facts, he did not want to leave here, as if if he walked out of here, he would step into a vortex from which he could not escape.
What is he waiting for.
Thinking carefully, his vacation was also very long. The man almost immersed himself in that beauty forever. Until he was called back on this day, he realized that he had never left the battlefield, as if it was a curse, following him like a shadow.
It was just a bit of a pity that he didn't know how many people still remembered him. He had heard about the retirement process of the Cleansing Agency before, but when he really experienced it himself, he felt its complexity.
First he was pushed out of the existing organization, and under the weak influence of the anti-meme, he disappeared from the records as if he had never existed, and then the files were archived, falling into the depths of darkness, covered with dust.
Then he worked in the scavenger department for a period of time, and finally retired completely.
The man has reached the last step. He has his own small yard in the suburbs far away from Jiudunling and lives happily with his family.
It should be so, but every story has a bad turn, and now he has reached his own wrong path.
“I really don’t want to come back.”
The man complained, but there was nothing he could do, he had to come back, no matter what the reason.
In the Purge Agency, the information of each member is kept strictly confidential. People usually only address each other by code names, and even less is known about a person's past.
So few people know that the man has been working in the Purification Agency for many years. Compared with Hong Shun and others, he has the most work experience. If there is any suitable opportunity, he might even be promoted.
But the man refused in the end. He had been loyal to the Purge Agency for many years. Finally, he chose to leave and disappear without any warning at an appropriate time until his return today.
Looking at the other end of the track, I could hear a slight vibration, as if something was running wildly on the track and moving towards here.
They came to pick them up. The speeding iron snake tore the light into a streak of white light, smashing the cold raindrops. The light scattered in the rain curtain and stayed in the man's eyes for a long time before slowly disappearing. When he reacted, the car door had already opened, and a familiar figure walked out of the car. When he saw the man, a smile appeared on his stiff face.