[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

After night.Old Town of Tangier.

The houses are low and dense, and the peeled walls are bathed in moon silver, like rows of shields corroded by time.The streets are stained with the yellowness of the desert, and the breath seems to be filled with smoke and dust. If it is in the daytime, it will occasionally be mixed with a hint of sweet mint tea.In the bright and melodious frequency of the lute played by small shops on the street, in the beating of the fast-syllable Arabic and the slow French, it is often difficult for people to discern the speed of time.

A Caucasian man in his 30s was walking along the hierarchical streets. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes revealed his exhaustion, while the starlight flashing in his pupils showed his tireless curiosity.In this tourist city, men and women with this kind of demeanor have long been commonplace. Judging from the SLR camera hanging around his neck and the huge backpack behind him, this person is either a travel enthusiast or a novelist who experiences life. Home.

"The night view here is incredible!" "It's so beautiful!"

While expressing his sincere admiration, the white man took every scene he saw into the camera.

Among the many large and small shops, the Thousand and One Nights Cafe is quite hidden, and the only advertising signboard is as small as the house number.

It is not open 24 hours a day, and during the time when the whole city is sleeping soundly, there are not many people who will come in and out of the store.

Eve said goodbye to Marlowe and Billa as usual, and walked out of the coffee shop with a blood bag in her hand. Just as her boots stepped down a step, the bright yellow scarf suddenly loosened and fell off her shoulders.She lowered her head slightly, raised her hand wearing white calfskin gloves, picked up a corner of the scarf, and prepared to wrap it up again.

However, the action is interrupted by the sound of a camera shutter.

Her whole body froze, and she quickly raised her head.A few meters away from her, a Caucasian man was standing on a slightly lower step, looking up at her, with one finger still on the shutter button, and the other hand holding a long lens, showing her Bright and handsome smile.

"Uh, ma'am, you don't mind if I took a picture of you?" He waved the camera in his hand and asked her in unproficient Arabic, his lips parted, revealing a row of white teeth.

Eve didn't answer his question, just stared at him with a pair of deep eyes for a long while, and took a slow step forward, landing on the lower step.

When the man got such a response, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.Was she silent because she couldn't understand Arabic, or was she annoyed by his abruptness?He touched his nose in embarrassment, and continued to speak tentatively in Arabic: "Uh... don't get me wrong, I'm just a photography enthusiast, and I don't intend to use your... er, portraits for commercial purposes... ...I just think the moment you just had was so beautiful, I just want to freeze that moment in my memory..." The man's smile faded a bit, and he spoke seriously for his speech in his broken foreign language with a distinct French accent. behavior explained.After all, he didn't want to irritate a beautiful young lady.

"Thank you very much for your compliment, sir." Eve smiled modestly, but spoke in standard French, "However, please forgive me, I am not used to taking pictures. Especially when the other party is a stranger."

The man was slightly taken aback, not only because of her melodious French, but also because of her rejection without any room for maneuver.He looked up at the plain-colored woman in front of him, she was smiling gracefully at him, that smile was just right, under the moonlight, she only had a thin silhouette, she looked so pure and harmless.However, at this moment, he felt an invisible pressure inexplicably.He couldn't tell where the pressure came from, but it was true that the only thing he could do was to obey.

"Oh... oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am. Well, I'll delete it now." The man spread his hands, opened the photo he just took, and looked at it over and over again with great nostalgia.I have to say that this photo is really well taken, the light, structure, and most importantly, the person in the photo is simply more impeccable than a supermodel.

He rolled his eyes, raised his head quietly, and looked at Eve, but saw that she was "watching" him without blinking. He had no choice but to make up his mind and press "Delete".

What a heartache!The man shook his head in frustration, and muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity..."

Eve walked down the steps. When passing by the man, she stopped slightly and smiled at him, "You said just now that you wanted to freeze that moment in your 'memory'. I believe you should have remembered it deeply by now."

The man stared at her not-so-bright but eye-catching smile, and was a little dazed: "Uh, maybe..."

"Then, goodbye." Eve nodded politely, and left in a cool manner, tearing off her headscarf as she walked, her long platinum hair became more dazzling in the dark night, like moonlight flowing in the rippling blue waves of the Aegean Sea.She looked up, and there was already a veil-like slender layer of dawn in the sky. She couldn't help but quicken her pace of leaving, but she didn't go far, and the white man's voice came from behind again.

"Ma'am, please wait!"

The man trotted after him, and the heavily loaded backpack shook violently behind him. The sound filled Eve's eardrums. Before the man got close, she could already tell what was stuffed in his bag. The object, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth secretly.Does a man need to bring so many things when he goes out?You know, when she goes out, she only needs to fill the box with one thing - books, and she already feels very rich.

While Eve was secretly slandering her, the man had already caught up: "I'm very sorry, ma'am, I'm afraid I'll disturb you a little bit." He handed over a small white card with English and French bilingual printed on both hands, "Please allow Let me introduce myself, my name is Boris Robert, I'm a photographer. I don't know if anyone has mentioned this to you, you are really suitable for modeling! If you are interested, please contact me." He said Pointing to a line of email address on the card, said sincerely.

Eve reached out to take the business card, and the man's gaze rested on her gloves as expected. He could see that he was very curious, but because of her indifference, he had to hesitate to speak.

Out of politeness, Eve's eyes stayed on the small card in her hand for two seconds, then turned over the back and stayed there for two seconds, patiently making a serious look, and then raised her head, still smiling :"Thanks."

Then turn around and leave.

When the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, Eve had already returned to her airtight home.

In Byzantine-style pajamas and casually tied hair, Eve sank her body into the soft sofa, lit a small warm yellow lamp by the table, and opened the blood bag impatiently.

The strong sweet smell came out with a "here", she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath greedily, as if this smell was as precious as blood plasma, and every wisp should not be wasted.

The goblet used to drink plasma reflects the dim yellow of the light, like a budding tulip.Soon, the tranquility of light was swallowed up by the splendor of fresh blood, and accompanied by the gurgling sound of the liquid, the intoxicating sweet fragrance quickly permeated the air.

Eve licked her bloody fingers, and the corners of her mouth floated up.Only this kind of moment, only this bone-eating fishy sweetness, can temporarily dispel the endless loneliness like a flood.

"Cheers, Adam."

She turned, headed in the direction of Detroit, and raised her glass to the air.

The flame in the fireplace couldn't burn any hotter, and the red tongues of flames curled up, like gluttons greedily licking fine wine and delicacies.

She still feels cold.It was freezing cold.

The situation had never been so bad. She huddled beside the fire, her skin was almost melted by the scorching, but the cracks in her bones seemed to be blocked by frost.Along with the chills tormenting her, there was also an increasingly clear pain in her chest, which was dragged by every breath, and could only be relieved by a violent cough, and there was no other way.

"Gabriel, you will be fine," she comforted herself secretly, "A soldier will always be injured once or twice, isn't it?"

She slowly got up from the ground, walked through the bookshelves, stood in front of a bookshelf, took down a heavy "Dead Sea Scroll", and sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, indulging in the ancient scriptures Among them, I hope for a redemptive healing.

When Nelson opened the door and walked in, the entire empty hall of the church echoed with continuous dull coughing.

"You don't look very good, Gabriel." Nelson unbuttoned the first button of his army green jacket, leaning into the sofa opposite Gabriel.

Gabriel shook his head helplessly, pressed his hands on his chest, and held back his cough with great difficulty.

"I've never heard of angels being sick. Tell me, what happened?" Nelson leaned forward and asked with concern.

"Puno." Gabriel said the name in a hoarse voice.

"Ah, that bastard!" Nelson raised his blade-like eyebrows, and scratched and pulled at his bushy beard with his right index finger. "So, what kind of high damage...weapon did he get?"

"Heavenly Hunter." Gabriel responded hoarsely.

"What?! That thing really exists?" Nelson sat up straighter, his dark brown pupils flashed, showing great interest, "I thought it was just a legend."

"Of course not, Mr. Black (Nelson's last name is Black)." Gabriel's little finger hooked up a strand of golden curly hair on his forehead, while shrugging his shoulders, "And, I don't know how many more are in the hands of those bastards."

Nelson couldn't sit still anymore, stood up from the sofa, stepped on the clean floor in black leather boots, walked to a huge mural, gently stroked the arrow that was as thick as a baby's arm, and whispered to himself: "The situation is really serious. It's not good...the question is, where did they get it?"