Marvel's Don't Stop Me, I Want to Die

Stanley gained all the memories of his previous life, including messy memories such as when he wet the bed when he was a few years old, when he had his first meeting in a dream, etc. He accepted them all, but this one was about manual skills and repairing electrical appliances. His memories like this were completely blurred, as if his memory had been mosaic-ed. Stanley could not recall the memories related to these contents no matter what.

This is also the reason why he declined the landlady without hesitation. Otherwise, why would he refuse such an opportunity to make money? However, he did not refuse it completely, but wanted to try to see if he could recall it in the past few days. Those memories, if he really couldn't remember those memories again, then he would have to find another job that could support him.

Fortunately, his predecessor did not leave any mess for him. He can start his life again, but this requires him to observe for a few days to see what he can do. Maybe he can become a Chinese-English translator. Stanley thought a little boredly.

"Hey, little boy, what are you thinking about?" Susan, um, the fat aunty boss lady, woke up Stanley who was trapped in his own memories.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just remembered what I just told you." Stanley shrugged and did not answer Susan's question directly.

"Okay, Stan (that's what people who know him call him), when you are free, come over and help me fix the computer. But no more than one person can think of it. Little John is waiting to use the computer." Susan patted her gently. Patting Stanley on the shoulder, he said he could wait some more time.

"Thank you, Susan, I will remember this." Stanley really remembered the other party's kindness. As for the computer, he would check it out later. If it is not a big problem, he can give it a try. As for the real It's a hardware problem, let's talk about it then.

After dinner, Stanley said goodbye to the landlady, and then went to a convenience store to buy some tableware, hygiene products, underwear, etc. for his own use. As for the previous ones, he might as well throw them away! Stanley couldn't help but think.

After picking up his things and returning home, Stanley felt a little tired. He hurriedly put back the things he bought, took a shower and went to sleep. As for the debate over whether it's better to shower in the morning or at night, Stanley said he showers twice a day.

In this way, a week has passed. Stanley has calmed down from the initial excitement and has gradually integrated into his new life. Except for occasionally thinking about some fragments of his previous life, he does not feel too sad at other times. .

After a week of observation and practice, Stanley finally knew that he was no longer able to live like Stanley before, because Stanley's most important skill repair ability had been cleared, although he didn't know who had cleared it (dense fog). Since this road has been blocked by God, Stanley needs to open a window and let himself continue to live in this relatively stable Astoria, because it is not only close to Manhattan but also can satisfy some of his small wishes (close to Super The hero is closer. Although he said no contact, but human nature is bad!), and the public security is very good. Unless he reveals to others like last time that he only lives here alone, he cannot go out, and so on. Be suspicious of this statement as soon as you hear it, otherwise your life will not be in danger.

Yes, it is life-threatening. Every day he can hear in newspapers or news about large-scale conflicts in Jamaica, about people breaking into houses, robbing people, and being robbed of money and sex. Well, think about it. It's scary, especially for us good men who live in stable areas.

Okay, Yan

Back to the subject, how does Stanley support himself? Be a tutor! That's right, he became a teacher again to tutor a little boy in Flushing, a Chinese couple from China. They came to China a few years ago to open a restaurant and wait for their child. When it was time to go to school, the children were brought to the United States and now they need a tutor.

They originally wanted to find an international student to call their child, but Stanley appeared. His fluent Chinese and one-quarter Chinese ancestry made the family choose him (in fact, when Stanley said that he could tutor the child in the first grade) Knowledge, this is the real reason, oh, don’t hit me!).

Four days a week, two hours a day, $300 an hour. This is Stanley's salary. There is no way anyone could let him be a child. The hourly salary of some regular tutors can be as high as 1200 US dollars or better, but this is already a perfect job for Stanley. At least he earns more than his predecessor, and it is relatively stable. It is just a little troublesome when he comes back at night.

Because of the tutor, Stanley no longer has to worry about dinner every day. As a Chinese, although he has been in the United States for three or four years, some of the couple's habits have not changed, even though Stanley is a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. Although they are their children's teachers after all, the couple still respects Stanley, and Stanley reciprocates the favor by being more attentive to the children's learning.

On this day, after Stanley finished teaching and said goodbye to the couple and the kid Xiao Ming, he walked all the way to the bus stop. When he arrived at the bus stop, he was suddenly startled by a figure. It was a man wearing cheap sportswear. A tall man, a black man about 1.9 meters tall.

That's right, the guy who invaded his house before he became Stanley, stabbed himself to death and even spit on him. When waiting for the car to arrive, Stanley was very surprised to find that the other person was in the same car as him.

This discovery made Stanley stunned. He followed the tall black man by accident and sat in a position far behind the tall man, lowering his head and thinking about something. He had random thoughts such as calling the police, taking revenge, and escaping from here, but he was very strange and kept sitting quietly in his seat. Even when he arrived at the community where his home was located, he did not get out of the car.

The car stopped and the door was opened. After looking around, the tall man got out of the car. At this time, Stanley also got out of the car and walked forward pretending not to care, observing the tall man from the corner of his eyes. After walking for about ten minutes, Stanley followed the black man very unfamiliarly. When he saw the man communicating with a group of people, he immediately walked into a convenience store nearby. After a bottle of water, he pretended to drink and observed the man. Several people soon discovered the two helpers who had invaded their home with the tall man.

Stanley noticed that the person over there seemed to be looking here, and he immediately lowered his head and drank a few sips of ice-cold water. The stimulation of the ice-cold water made him wake up immediately, but now Stanley didn't know what to do. He just watched After looking at the signs on the road, he realized that he had arrived in Jamaica, where the security situation was not very good. Looking at the time, it was already almost nine o'clock. Stanley decided to leave here. As for the tall black man, he should just treat it as impulsive.

He sighed, looked around and found that he had actually followed the other person all the way to a relatively remote street. He panicked slightly and subconsciously looked at the tall black man, but was very horrified to find that the other person had actually exposed himself to him. That row of white teeth.

"Oops, I was discovered!"