Under the scorching sun, Blood Owl wore a T-shirt and camouflage military pants and walked along a road in the desert.
Sweat soaked his clothes, so he took off his T-shirt, wrung out some of the sweat, and hung it on the back of his neck like a towel to wipe away sweat.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the position of the sun seemed to have not changed at all. In the black and white world, the shadow of the blood owl was always under my feet.
Suddenly, the sound of a vehicle driving was heard from behind.
Blood Owl really didn't expect to hitch a ride on this journey. In fact, he didn't even know where he was going. But sitting in a car was easier and faster than walking, so the blood owl stopped for the time being, stretched out an arm, and made a sign with his thumb that he wanted to hitch a ride.
Unexpectedly, the car backed off.
This is a hatchback for family use. The space in the back is very spacious, and the whole vehicle can seat five or six people.
The person in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man, and next to him was probably his wife. They were the only two in the car. They looked like ordinary civilians, not big shots.
"Hey man, want a ride?"
"If it's not too much trouble, can you take me to the next town? A gas station is also fine."
"No problem, come up." The man said, "My name is Edward, and this is my wife Nancy."
"i, hello." his wife greeted the blood owl.
"You can call me Chefer." The blood owl responded, then opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
The car started moving again. There are two things that bother the blood owl, first. He just didn't feel the slightest guilt. According to his judgment, either his own ability failed, or the two people in front of him were both saints; secondly. He was confused as to why the two travelers let him get on the bus. If you see a woman or a young man dressed as a nerd on the side of the road, people may stop. But he...a shirtless bodybuilder who looks like he jumped straight off a calendar, with short hair and fierce eyes, gives people the impression that he will immediately commit a murder if he jumps in the car. Are these two people crazy
"I said, Brother Chefer, why are you alone in the desert?" Edward asked: "The car broke down? Hiking expedition?"
"My boat ran aground." Blood Owl replied. The air conditioner in the car quickly cooled him down, and he put on his T-shirt again.
"Hahaha, you are so funny, Chef." Edward smiled heartily.
Xue Xiao sat behind and looked at the couple's backs. He always felt that they had seen each other before. The two blurry faces in his memory gradually emerged and became clear...
The color of their hair, the color of their eyes. The accent and tone when speaking, the small movements revealed inadvertently, and even the laughter, these are all sleeping deep in the blood owl's memory. Although it has been many years, it is not difficult to remember.
"Edward." Blood Owl suddenly said.
"What?"
"Can I ask? What's your last name?"
"Chilios, what's wrong?" Edward replied.
"Oh. That's it, Mr. and Mrs. Chilios." The blood owl sneered: "If I remember correctly, you should have died when I was eight years old. I buried you. In the backyard, remember? Dad, Mom."
Edward and his wife Nancy suddenly fell into silence. They were motionless. From the blood owl's point of view, their skin was festering.
In a few seconds, the two people quickly turned into ashes, scattered on the seats, and even their clothes were rotten.
The car was out of control, but Xue Xiao was very calm. He leaned out, stabilized the steering wheel, and pulled the handbrake.
At this time, the car had run off the road, but there was only desert around it. Except for telephone poles and large rocks, there were no obstacles that might cause a car accident. Therefore, the blood owl managed to get the car back without any danger.
He sat back in the back seat, breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the door, walked around from the outside to the driver's seat, and opened the door there. At this moment, there is nothing on the front seat, no ashes, no rotten clothes. It seems that when the blood owl looks away, the things there disappear, or is there nothing there at all
The blood owl snorted coldly, sat on the driver's seat, closed the door, turned the key, and started the car again.
"Family, did you recall anything?" Another Blood Owl appeared in the back seat without warning, right where the Blood Owl was before.
It was impossible for the Blood Owl to be frightened. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said without looking back: "I remembered the time when I was first involved in human anatomy as a child." He actually smiled: "Everything was very new at that time. , a happy childhood, isn’t it?”
The tone of the other blood owl was very calm: "Parents are the ones who brought you into the world. They will accept you unconditionally, give you unconditionally, and carry you with you on the first journey of life."
"I am just the product of two young people fooling around. They also had extramarital affairs after marriage, and my father once went for a paternity test without telling my mother. Because of my existence, they had to marry and choose Family life." Blood Owl's words completely denied his other self: "The first period of my life, that is, before the age of five, I was always affected by abilities, but my cognitive ability at the time was not enough to judge what happened to me. Everything, just like it is difficult for people who are born deaf and mute to understand the world of sound. Therefore, I seemed a little weird, and they once thought that I was born with autism, and also suspected that I was the incarnation of the devil. Several times they tried Throwing me on the road or even 'accidentally' pushing the stroller off an overpass."
"So you hate them?" asked another blood owl.
"Haha..." The blood owl turned around and said, "We don't have hatred, remember? We can only experience negative emotions from others."
He stepped on the accelerator and drove back onto the road, and the image of himself in the rearview mirror disappeared, as if he had never appeared. He couldn't help but wonder if he was talking to himself just now. But if you think about it from another perspective, no matter whether the other self appears or not, he is still talking to himself.
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The desert is white, and so is the sky, but in this sketch-like world at least there are shadows and darkness to distinguish the desert from the sky.
The blood owl drove forward, and as time passed, the sky turned from white to gray, and gradually turned into night, and the white moon and stars appeared in the sky again.
Until the gas ran out, Blood Owl didn't see a gas station. He seemed to be playing the infamous "Desert Bus" game from Sega's dark history. The difference was that the picture in front of Blood Owl was 3D and black and white. of.
When he got out of the car, Xue Xiao found a pack of cigarettes in the small storage box next to the steering wheel. After getting out of the car, he lit one for himself, blew out smoke rings, and walked forward.
He feels that there is no need for food, water, sleep, or toilet use in this world. Since it's a dream, you shouldn't have those troubles. Of course, when it comes to dreaming, if you have prostate problems or are under eight years old, it's best to pay attention to your sheets.
In the black world, using the moonlight to move forward, he actually found a bridge in the desert. It was like an overpass built in a city. However, this was not a complete bridge, just a section of it. From a distance, it looked like two bridges. A huge standing concrete pillar with a section of cement pavement attached to it.
The Blood Owl came under the bridge. There was a shadow here. He should be able to escape the heat by hiding here during the day, but it didn't matter at night. He walked under the bridge and found two gasoline barrels there. Unfortunately, they were empty. There were also a lot of garbage left beside them, such as pumps, bicycle parts, tattered clothes, empty cans, cardboard boxes, etc. Wait... It's like a homeless shelter, but without the homeless.
"Tch...it just turned out to be a pile of garbage." He threw away the cigarette butt and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
In a pile of messy stones, there is a can with the opposite color to the surrounding objects. The opening of the can reveals a corner of a photo.
Blood Owl kicked away the stone, leaned over to pick up the can, and pulled out the photo from inside.
In the photo was himself, a thirteen-year-old Blood Owl, standing on a podium, still in first place. He was wearing the uniform of a certain middle school, with a gold medal hanging around his neck, but there was no winner's joy or pride on his face, only a look of indifference and seriousness.
"Remember that gold medal?" Another blood owl appeared again: "Where did we throw it?"
"In front of the classmate's grave." Blood Owl replied.
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"Why did you kill the second-place boy even though you won?" asked another blood owl.
"Jealousy and resentment arose in his heart." The blood owl said, "This is a threat. I don't want him to accidentally discover secrets such as the corpse laboratory when he sneaks into my house to play pranks, and then calls the police or something."
"He is just a child. Do you still expect him to turn all the loneliness after failure into positive energy to motivate himself? That is the professionalism of professional athletes, not a requirement for children. Besides, the situation you mentioned is just a hypothesis. That’s all.”
"So I didn't kill the professional athlete, but killed him, eliminating the possibility of that hypothesis becoming a reality." The blood owl said disdainfully: "And I also used his favorite gadget as a sacrifice to honor him. I think he should have closed his eyes."
"You won a piece of stuff that is no different from garbage to you, but he died because of some sins in his heart." Another blood owl said: "But did you just create this kind of thing because you were in urgent need of experimental goals at the time? What’s the reason?”
"Hmph... You are me, then, tell me, right?" The blood owl sneered, threw away the photo, turned around and left.
He continued along the road toward the white horizon. (To be continued...