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The dim lights trembled fearfully, and the broken and dirty mirror reflected a miserable face of trash.

The bloodshot left eye stared in fear, while the right eye was swollen with only a gap left. There were clots of clots hanging under the crooked nose, and a mixture of blood and saliva dripped from the edges of the cracked mouth, making him a mess. The hair was like an abandoned bird's nest, with a faint gray shoe print on it. All parts are separated by the mirror with cracks like spider webs, separated and misaligned from each other. It is even more incredible and grotesque than the most abstract Cubist paintings.

Andre just looked at the good-for-nothing in the mirror and gasped. He was only wearing a pair of dirty pants, his thin body was rising and falling, and the spine on his back seemed to be about to penetrate the thin pale skin. After a moment, he took two steps back, stepped on a broken stool lying on the ground and fell backwards. The moment the back of his head hit the ground, Andre screamed like a woman, and then screamed miserably while holding his head on the ground. roll. Finally, he curled up, sobbing and shaking pitifully like a baby. However, Andre soon calmed down. When he got up, he was horrified to find that there was half a door panel where he fell, with rusty nails standing abruptly on it.

Next to the nails and the door panel was the body of a man lying head down. The guy's legs were still shaking, and blood continued to spread from under his head lying on the dirty floor.

This guy should still be looking at Andre who was tortured half to death, but after the lights flickered and turned into a blood-stained red light, he died.

Andre didn't see anything. He just escaped from the bondage inexplicably, holding the broken door panel in his hand.

Anyone who sees this scene will be sure that it was Andre's death, just like the three dismembered seniors and the bloody car.

Andre wiped his face, and his miserable face looked extremely crazy under the blood.

I am still alive.

This most practical conclusion became the only voice lingering in Andre's head.

Is it really? Or is this just a damn fatal joke, the god of death just playing tricks on a prey that is on the verge of collapse, squeezing out the last bit of use value from me?

No, I can't just sit back and die.

Andre crawled to his pants and took out the squashed cigarette case with trembling dirty hands. He took out a crooked cigarette and put it in his mouth. This action made him grin and hurt. , but he didn't throw away the cigarette, he needed it, he had never needed it more.

It took three times to light up the inferior cigarette that was against Andre. He took a deep breath, and then coughed violently, but he did not stop. He took another deep breath, and then carefully leaned on the collapsed broken cabinet to calm down, and slowly admired the warehouse splattered with the blood of many dead people. .

This was a torture point of the "Powder Keg Gang". It was also south of Thursdyke where Andre was born. Not far from the warehouse, it was also the only lifeblood of Thursdyke's survival - the coal mine.

It's also the property of Newcastle's biggest group, but it's about to become a thing of the past. It will be replaced by an expanded nuclear power plant at the air base.

It will bring new jobs and it will bring new deaths.

A dying land, a dying town.

And all this has nothing to do with Andre.

His father was implicated and shot.

Andre couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was relieved that his father was finally no longer bound by this damn land.

But he didn't want to die just like that, because he felt he could still see the future.

Andre suddenly felt a little proud, because the battlefield-like scenery was enough to show how thrilling the storm of punches and kicks just now was, but he actually survived and was still enjoying the joy of cigarettes here.

good sign.

Even if Andre doesn't know what happened to the bizarre events along the way, he doesn't know how he was rescued.

But no matter what, Andre can't stay here anymore. He must leave Thursdyk and Newcastle.

Andre turned his head and looked at the warehouse door hidden in the darkness in the distance.

There are three people outside the warehouse. They will come in soon, because it will be too long for a little guy like Andre.

Andre suddenly chuckled nervously because he found that he had only one choice.

Either you die or I die.

After Andre took the last puff of his cigarette, he flicked the cigarette butt into the dark shadow. He began to quickly take off the clothes of the dead man. Even though his hands were shaking like an epilepsy, Andre still successfully completed this great work. He was proud of his ability. He even carefully took out his watch and put it on. On the wrist.

Guns, daggers, hammers, and even a grenade.

This is so fucking rich.

Andre wiped his face again, and he made up his mind. He didn't think he was the one who killed the previous person, but he did kill someone and handed in a surrender certificate.

With the gun in hand, nothing is difficult.

Under the flickering lights, Andre checked the bullets in the gun chamber. In the broken mirror, his movements were stiff and ridiculous, and the corpse in his shadow had two staring eyes on its smashed face. Watching Andre's every move.

Andre took a deep breath and began to move forward. He slightly raised the hand holding the gun.

A loud bang.

Countless mosquitoes seemed to surround Andre. He instinctively shrank his neck and turned around to see the shelves in the warehouse burning.

It seemed that his flicked cigarette butt was to blame.

Andre's scalp began to tingle. He thought of something and turned around quickly. He saw the warehouse door being opened in the light of the fire, and three swaying shadows were lengthening...

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Andre's eyes widened, he opened his mouth, and aimed his gun at a stunned guy with a cigarette in his mouth.

The gun jammed.

When Andre continued to pull the trigger in despair and futility, his body flew up, and the smoking stumps and half of the bloody face surpassed Andre's eyes.

So absurd, so ridiculous.

Andre looked back on his short and evil life as he broke away from the restraints and spurted forward like a kite with a broken string. His finger was even pulling the trigger of the broken pistol.

The three gang members were also dumbfounded. Instead of shooting, they turned around and ran for their lives, but there were still three large barrels stacked just outside the door.

They all burned.

Immediately afterwards, the three guys also flew up.

This scene is very much like that ridiculous cartoon scene.

By the time Andre realized it, he had reached the finish line. He was covered in smoke, but he survived in the night outside the warehouse.

Instinct made Andre scramble to get up, but he was immediately tripped by a soft thing under him and rolled to the side. He struggled to turn over and sit up again, only to see a fat man lying next to him who was staring at the sky and spitting out blood. Half of this man's face was blackened, his chin was missing, and his stomach was half exploded. He didn't seem to belong. Half of his legs poked into his stomach.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Andre almost laughed out loud after saying this.

No one cares whose fault it is.

Andre climbed up. He looked at the messy warehouse and the raging fire. He listened to the explosions. He scratched his head with the hand still holding the gun, confused.

But in an instant, the fear in his heart made Andre sober up. He turned around and ran away without hesitation. He got into a car, started the car, and then drove away.

Andre crashed into the night and raced on the wild road. He plunged into the ancient darkness of Thursdike and fell into the bizarre and desolate monochromatic surreal dynamic paintings.

After an unknown amount of time, Andre finally laughed hysterically, but there were two more lines of tears on his dirty face.

Andre laughed until he coughed violently, his lungs hurting and he could hardly breathe. He finally braked the car, opened the door, bent down and vomited.

everything is over.

Andre opened his mouth. He looked at the shadows of the mountains in the wilderness. He wanted to say something, but he was speechless and choked. Soon, he grabbed his messy hair and trembled.

What happens next? Where will I go from here?

The "Powder Keg Gang" can't spare me, they will hunt me to the ends of the earth!

Andre straightened up, leaning against the car and groping for his pockets tremblingly. The only thing he could think of in his now blank mind was smoking a cigarette. Andre took out the wrinkled cigarette case, and a piece of paper danced down like an elf. Andre watched the note fall to the ground. He was stunned for a few seconds and then picked it up.

"I can save you and everything will be fine..."

Andre trembled like an electric shock, and then looked around. He was trying hard to find something, but he had no idea where the other party was hiding, and when the note got into his pocket.

Everything seemed to be staring at him.

Andre ran into the headlights of the car in fear. When he raised his head, he suddenly saw the intersection in front of him clearly.

Three directions, and as long as you go to Newcastle, the road will reach the ruins of Hadrian's Wall.

Andre remembered the strange and terrifying hallucination from before.

Then he smoked cigarettes one by one.

When the last cigarette formed the final touch of the magical circle on the ground, Andre stood up, his eyes flashing with light.

Andre was determined.

Although I am a coward, I am also a complete gambler. I just didn't expect that one day, I would regard myself as the final bet.

Andre took steps forward, his twisted shadow lengthening behind him.

What options do I have? I don’t like my life, I don’t like everything about me, but one thing is clear to me…

I want to live.

Humble hope.

Andre felt that he had seen through the tricks of fate, but what else could you do?

I could only stretch out my hand like a beggar.

Have mercy on me.

Andre thought after closing the car door.