[TSN social network] He's missing

Eduardo came in the rain and left in the rain.

It was already very late, it was early morning, and the taxis on the street were all gone.Such time and weather are not suitable for catching a plane.If there is nothing urgent, the best choice at the moment should be to find a place to rest, change into clean clothes, or at least dry off the body, have a good night's rest, and wait until the next day to run.

But Eduardo doesn't.

He doesn't want to stay in this city for a second now.

The city does not welcome him.

People in this city do not welcome him either.

He should leave.

Eduardo thought so, and adjusted the strap of the shoulder bag hanging on his shoulder. His body was completely soaked, and it had no function of keeping out the cold when it was attached to his body. On the contrary, it added to the coldness. There is no solution for an outfit.So the most important thing now is to hurry back to New York and go home.

Eduardo silently arranged his schedule while striding forward in the rain.

First, he goes to the bank and freezes the account.He needs to get Mark to bring his attention back.At least let him listen to his own thoughts.Now Mark refuses to communicate with him, and all his thoughts are on Facebook and Sean Parker - he really doesn't understand where Mark's enthusiasm for Sean comes from.

The quarrel not long ago suddenly flashed back to my mind - "I'mafraidifyoudon'tcomeoutthere, you'regonnagetleftbehind."

The words managed to sting Eduardo again, and he even tensed his shoulders for a moment, as if it would ward off the chill and pain like a necrosis.

Eduardo shook his head, refusing to think about it any further.He tried to continue with his previous itinerary.

Second...Secondly, he wanted a hot bath.California may have a grudge against him. An area with an annual rainfall of no more than 500 millimeters has been raining like this from the time he arrived to the time he left. Eduardo suspects that California has used up its quota of precipitation this year.

Finally, he wants to sleep well, he is really tired.In fact, he never expected that he would rush back to New York overnight, and his plane ticket was even just a one-way ticket, but who would have thought that?The quarrel came unexpectedly.Or maybe there was a sign, but he didn't notice it.

Eduardo thought to himself, quickened his pace and walked towards the road.It was too far from the airport, he had to take a taxi.I hope there will be night taxis in this weather.

If there is no accident, he will complete these three tasks according to his plan, and his fate will come as scheduled.

But accidents are called accidents because they are unpredictable.

Eduardo's mind goes blank when the jugular artery is bitten.

The man holding him—no, the creature, was so powerful, Eduardo could feel his own bones creaking under his hands, as if he had been strangled and squished in some mechanism, the pain made him There is a premonition that I will be smashed into pieces.

pain.

He struggled hard, but it was no use.All he could do with all his might was make himself tremble like a spasm.He couldn't escape the opponent's restraint.

Pain, pain, pain.

The sharp pain spread from the side of the pierced neck, and quickly spread along the blood vessels to the whole body.The pain was like a prairie fire, and it was like thousands of miles of frost.He felt that half of his body seemed to be scorched by fire, and the other half seemed to be frozen by ice.And in the blood vessels, only the venom was flowing, and the venom pierced his blood vessels and invaded his bone marrow.

Pain, pain, pain, pain.

All sanity seems to have left Eduardo's mind. Eduardo was still thinking about ways to save himself, but gradually he couldn't think of anything.The only thing he feels about the outside world and himself is pain.

and cold.

Every breath seemed to freeze.

--help me!

Eduardo opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, and there was a meaningless "cluck" sound in his throat, his limbs and body became imperceptible, the colors in front of him were fading, and his brain began to stiffen.A thought suddenly broke into my mind, with terrifying clarity.

— This is death.

He is dying.

The monster was gone, maybe smiling and enjoying his struggle and pain for a while, maybe not.He fell to the ground with a plop.I can't feel it anymore.

Curled up, suffering, struggling, desperate.

The street lamps not far away were still bright, and they were arranged in random order. There was no one on this spacious and clean street, only the heavy rain was pouring down, hitting him and his face.

No one can save him. Eduardo finally realizes this in a daze.nobody.

His life has come to an end.

Eduardo finally lost the strength to struggle, and he lay powerlessly on the ground, the pain that had been tormenting him seemed to be leaving him, bringing a kind of psychedelic joy, and he looked in the direction he came from.

It was dark in there. Eduardo seemed to see a bright figure coming towards him from the darkness.

Consciousness is leaving, blood vessels are freezing.

But Eduardo looked in the dark direction, but his eyes were extremely bright.At the end of his life, he seemed to see that familiar figure, and he suddenly felt regretful.

...Mark.

His lips moved, but there was no sound.drowned in the noise of the rain.

He doesn't move anymore.The lights went out in his eyes, and his eyes closed.

He disappeared.

Mark had a dream.He dreamed that Eduardo ran to the bank and froze the account after arguing with him, which almost brought a devastating blow to Facebook, if they didn't get Peter Thiel's investment.He calls Eduardo to question him, and the reason Eduardo gives is that he needs Mark's attention.In the few minutes they were arguing over the phone, Eduardo's girlfriend Christy set fire to his bed, and Eduardo had to scramble to put out the fire. He put down the phone, and Mark made a Decision - an extremely cruel decision.

Mark woke up from this nightmare.

No, they cannot go this far. He doesn't want to make that decision, Mark thinks, gasping for air, it would be too cruel, for both of them.

He had to stop Wardo from freezing the account.

But who is Christy? When did Wardo have a girlfriend?Why hasn't he heard of it?

Mark silently added this question to the question list.

He glanced at the time, it was not yet eight o'clock, and it was not yet the bank's business hours, and he still had time.

Mark dials Eduardo's number.

7:53a.m, shutdown.

8:01a.m, shutdown.

Mark frowned, it shouldn't be, if Eduardo left overnight last night, he should have arrived in New York by now, and he would definitely turn it on after getting off the plane.So, maybe Eduardo went to the airport last night after finding a hotel for a little refreshment?Or...Mark thought of the rainstorm last night and Eduardo's wet clothes, he hesitated, regretted and worried after the anger faded.Or maybe Wardo got caught in the rain last night and had a fever, so he went to bed late?

He decided to search the airline's booking records.

No record.

The name Eduardo.Saverin did not book a ticket in either direction on any airline last night.There is no record of any hotel check-in either.

The phone is still off.

Mark's expression gradually became serious.

Sean walked around the house, checking on the status of all the employees.When I got to Mark, I found that Mark was sitting motionless in front of the computer, not programming or working.He glanced at the clock, this state has been going on for 10 minutes.It's kind of weird.

He has to remind him.

But when Sean approached, he restrained all his teasing mood when he saw Mark's face.

He tentatively patted Mark's shoulder, feeling the muscles and bones under his palms stiffen into sharp stones.

Mark lifted his head stiffly and looked over.His lips were pale and bloodless.

Sean saw fear in his eyes.

A kind of heartfelt, almost crazy fear.

It makes everyone who sees it feel horrified.

"Are you okay?" Sean was a little startled by this state, he asked carefully.

Mark just stared at him without answering.

Sean leaned over and glanced at the computer screen in front of him. There was a video playing on it. It looked like a surveillance video. The part where he was staying was a dark alley in the middle of the night. It was two o'clock in the morning, and no one came from there. go through.

What is he looking at this for?

Sean is puzzled.

"We need to call the police." Mark's voice was dry and sharp as if forced out of his throat, which made everyone in the room look over.

"What?" Sean didn't understand the situation, and looked confused.

Mark tries to control his breath, but fails.His breathing was rapid and panicked. "He's missing."

A kind of bone-deep pain and cold is invading from the air, spreading to the limbs and bones.

"He's missing!"

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a sigh, and that sigh was drowned in the sound of raindrops falling, drowned in the dark night.Barely audible, fleeting.But that voice is so familiar——

"...Mark."

who is calling me?

TBC.