After getting in the car, as it started, Colin talked to Joseph, who was like a chatterbox, while thinking about his situation at home in this world in his mind.
He had long forgotten what the parents of this body did originally, but when he was eight years old, they brought him to the metropolis of New York and bought a two-story storefront in the Clinton district of Manhattan Island (oh, by the way, it also has another name, Hell's Kitchen), and made a living by selling some groceries.
He still had no accurate answer in his memory as to why the original owner's parents bought a property in this dangerous place, even though the house they bought could only be considered the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen.
But over the years, although they were rejected by the people around them in the early years, now their family has completely integrated into this somewhat xenophobic area and become a part of the Clinton district.
The guy in front who was chattering incessantly and never stopped talking could be said to be a close friend of the original owner since childhood.
Their acquaintance can be simply summarized as seeing injustice and helping each other. After the original owner brought this new friend he made in an unfamiliar area back home, his parents also warmly welcomed him and prepared a table of delicious dishes to thank Joseph for his help.
It is conceivable how damaging this enthusiastic attitude is to Joseph, who lives in a dirty area like Hell's Kitchen, whose father is a gangster and alcoholic, whose mother is a prostitute, and who has almost never felt any decent family affection.
In short, from that day on, the two of them were always together whether they were going out or going to school. Even after Joseph's father died in a gang fight and her mother abandoned him and ran away, it was with the financial support of the original owner's parents that he got through the most difficult time. He did not follow the same path as his father, but instead became a policeman.
"What are you thinking about? You suddenly look sentimental."
Seeing the change in Colin's expression through the rearview mirror, Joseph asked.
"I remembered some things that happened when we were kids. I still remember the first time I saw you, I thought you were going to bully me with that group of guys. I didn't expect you to come over and beat those guys who bullied me away! You don't know how surprised I was at that time!"
Colin's incredible tone made Joseph laugh. After a while, he said in a slightly complicated tone: "To be honest, I don't understand why I did that at the time. But if I had made another choice at the time, I probably wouldn't be driving a police car now. I would be handcuffed in the back and taken to the police station, or I might have died in a gang fight."
"Hey, Joseph, that possibility doesn't exist. You should think about it!" Colin slightly emphasized his tone.
"I know, I was just saying it casually!"
Joseph shook his head nonchalantly, looked ahead and saw that he had arrived at the destination. He parked the car in front of Colin's house, turned around and said, "Okay! I've sent you home, and I still have to go to the bureau to discuss my leave note with the boss."
"Remember, you owe me a big meal!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget it!"
He hit Joseph's shoulder hard in annoyance, watched Joseph laugh and drive away from the street as if he had gotten an advantage, then he let out a breath and turned his gaze to the locked door in front of him.
He was surprised at how smoothly the conversation with Joseph went.
He thought he would feel self-conscious about it, or that he would need to act like the old Colin.
But when I actually started talking to him, everything seemed so natural, there was no need for any acting or pretending.
If it weren't for the memories of his previous life being too strong, and the game icon that constantly reminded him where he came from, perhaps he would not be able to accurately distinguish whether he was the Chinese online novel author named Ke Minglin or the Chinese-American named Colin Blake in this world.
Colin shook his head and stopped thinking about the question. He took out the house key from his wallet, aimed it at the keyhole and inserted it.
The door of the room is a rolling door. It can't just be opened by turning the key. It needs to be pushed upwards from the bottom to open, and it makes a loud noise.
The same is true for other shops nearby that have been open for a long time.
As for the reason, it’s probably for prevention.
Just from the original owner's childhood memories, he could guess how chaotic this place was back then.
After entering the shop, Colin pulled down the shutter door again, locked it from the inside, and walked upstairs.
The house is divided into three floors. The first floor is a simple rectangular tube, but it is divided by four shelves and several refrigerators, occupying more than 100 square meters.
The second floor is roughly the same size as the first floor, except for an extra balcony. The rooms are divided into three bedrooms and a living room. When the original owner's parents were still alive, their family of three lived here.
As for the third floor, it is a basement, basically used to store some goods.
At this moment, Colin was standing in front of the large mirror in the washroom on the second floor, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.
“It’s quite handsome!”
Looking at his new image in the mirror, Colin grinned, quite satisfied.
He is tall and slender, with regular features and straight eyebrows. Although he is not extremely handsome, he is comparable to the handsome young man in his previous life.
And the most important thing is that he is not sissy!
No wonder we learned from memory that changing girlfriends was as easy as changing clothes for the original owner.
"I'm not envious, not at all. This will be my face from now on. What is there to be envious of?"
After muttering to himself to suppress the sudden anger that was rising up in his heart, Colin stopped admiring himself in front of the mirror and prepared to get down to business.
His golden finger is his real capital to gain a foothold in this world. He doesn't care about his face or handsomeness at all, really!
After pulling all the curtains on the second floor and making sure that no one could peek at him from the window and no one could disturb him, he sat cross-legged on his bed, concentrated, and tried to click on the icon with his mind.
boom!
A loud bang roared in my head.
Before he could think about what had happened, the next moment, countless memories flooded his brain as if a seal had been released.
He should be thankful that he had lost consciousness at this moment, otherwise the act of stuffing an ocean into a container the size of a cup might have driven him completely crazy.
Memories continued to pour into his mind from nothingness. As his brain reached a limit, Colin, who had fainted on the bed, began to bleed from all his orifices. The entire bed sheet was stained red with blood, which looked extremely creepy.
As Colin's life force continued to weaken, the illusory game icon seemed to sense something was wrong.
It beat slightly, and all the memories that Colin could not bear disappeared without a trace just as they came, and after emitting a pure white light to stabilize Colin's breath to a horizontal line, it regained its calm.
(End of this chapter)