[Hunting] The trip

Giant floats come one after another, with various themes and shapes, including funny and joyful clowns, elegant and charming dancers, cute mascots, incredibly soft acrobats, or dark and crazy heavy metal bands. Crying opera singers, thrilling magic shows.Slowly advancing from the crowds and cheers on both sides, the sound of live music, cheers, whistles, and screams are like a violent tide, whirling and stirring in the heart of the city.

In the noisy environment, Lika looked at Feitan beside her through the colorful and magical lights, and asked loudly, "Feitan, why did you come out with me?"

Even though her voice is so loud and she is close at hand, if Feitan's hearing is much more sensitive than ordinary people, he might not be able to hear what she is saying clearly.

Then he replied, flatly: "When I was a kid I loved going to carnivals, which meant getting food and, sometimes, fun."

Although Meteor Street is an international garbage disposal station, it has a long history and accumulated over time. Thousands of people have been abandoned or exiled here. It has formed a special nation and a special society.Ethnic groups have unique cultures, and their cultures are also displayed in the form of festivals.

They also have their own carnival.

Carnival for killing and carnival for saving.

Meteor Street has scarce resources to survive, and the competition between people is sometimes close to the cruelty of primitive society.Even so, when new life is found in the garbage dump, the Meteor Street people who cherish life understand the tenacity and preciousness of life better than anyone in the outside world.

Isn't that something to rave about?

But their festivals are always a little different from those outside.

There are different titles, various forms, and impromptu performances.There were even protests against the grievances suffered by Meteor Street people outside, voluntary victims stood up, and everyone reveled collectively for them.

Before setting off, everyone surrounded the victim and sang and danced together. After singing and dancing, everyone, including the victim, was smiling, talking and laughing, and came to the border area between Meteor Street and the outside in a mighty way, as if they were going to go there next. Picnics, not self-destruct protests.

The line was like a long black worm. Some of the participants sang loudly with their shoulders crossed, some just happened to be jealous of their enemies and fought in place, some relaxed and chatted with the victims, and some were very generous. to forgive debts or settle blood feuds for victims.

Younger children would also join in the fun, slithering through the crowd like loaches, leading sheep by hand, and often heard someone yelling, "Which kid with no eyes dares to steal me?", and then the people nearby burst into laughter , but no one will help him catch "that kid" back.The law of the jungle preys on the strong, stealing is a skill, and being caught by mistake is inferior to others.

When Feitan was less than the knee height of an adult man, he had already stolen all the invincible hands in the world, and he had never missed it. If he grew a little taller, he no longer bothered to steal, but directly grabbed it.

His food and the things he needed to survive were looted in this way.That's his way of being.

All the way|parade all the way to the carnival to the end, when seeing off the victims, everyone will stop what they are doing tacitly, stop joking and joking, people with deep hatred have to temporarily mediate, even the thieves will stop.All of them paid respects to the victims with the same silent eyes and the same expressionless faces.Thousands of people fell silent, and the hoarse crows of crows streaked across the sky.The scene was like a grand and dignified black funeral.

Silence, collective silence, is powerful.

When it erupts, the extreme silence turns into extreme madness.

The moment the victims turned and left, these thousands of people screamed at the same time, picked up the stones and rubbish on the ground or nearby, and threw them into the sky together, raining down on the abandoned houses outside, exploding the dust and debris, Like fireworks for celebration.A tsunami of shouts and shouts erupted in an instant swept the audience, becoming the last climax of the carnival.Afterwards, those who fought continued to fight, those who stole continued to steal, those who had nothing to do watched, and those who had something to do went back in a hurry.

The carnival is over, and it's time to end.

These Meteor Street people are ants that no one cares about, and soon they scattered into their lives and continued their cruel journey.

No one will regret, regret, or be sad, because this grand carnival is the highest respect for the sacrificed life.

"Are you from Meteor Street? What you said is really interesting." Lika listened quietly, her eyes showing yearning.

She and Feitan are two-leaf boats resting in the harbor amidst the surging tide.Fei Tan thought that she couldn't hear him speak, so he insisted on leading her to cut through the crowd, passing through the crowd, to the porch of the closed store facing the street, to finish the conversation.

"What's this?" Feitan's lips under the mask showed a sneer, and an incongruous look appeared on his delicate face, "What's even more interesting is that some people have tasted the sweetness of looting during the carnival and intentionally forged the name , to trick everyone into going out on the street|walk. Although it doesn’t work every time, there are always newcomers who will be tricked, and it’s fun to watch them being played around!”

Lika blinked and said in a low voice mysteriously: "I guess you won't be the one who lied."

Feitan's smile widened and his lips were raised, a little unexpectedly mixed with interesting flavors.

"Of course I watched the excitement from the sidelines, killed the perpetrator, and snatched everything he got."

"really!"

Feitan's sharp eyes cast towards him.Lika still smiled: "You want to ask me how I guessed it? It's very simple. You are actually very quiet. People who don't like to talk usually seldom lie. That kind of opportunistic things are not your style no matter how you look at them." .You like the direct approach."

"You seem to be going out with your brain today."

"I can understand it without using my brain, because I also like to be direct."

The golden eyes stared at the green eyes, and the eyes of the two were glued together, warm and profound, as if they were about to tear each other's chests and dig out their hearts to peep at the cruelty and intensity of each other's thoughts.

The eyes of a loved one are sharp arrows that pierce deep into the heart.A secret heart that does not want to be known to outsiders.

Lika looked away first and was defeated.

"Fei Tan, let's go, the performance over the square is about to start."

Obviously change the subject.

Looking at her slender back, Fei Tan suddenly said nonchalantly: "I really like being direct."

Like it?

Lika's movement of turning her back froze.

His voice is so hoarse, so vague, and the environment is so noisy, but his words seem to hit the heart heavily.

She once asked, Feitan, do you like me.

Now he gave her the answer.

like.

Lika swallowed saliva with difficulty, suffocating her neck and not daring to turn back, and there was no chance to utter the words that were choked in her throat.

Since you like it, are you willing to stay for a while for what you like?

are you willing?

This greedy question, even if she is as bold as her, is deeply afraid and dare not throw it directly in front of him.

Because there is no way to bear a negative answer, no one has a way to watch their own flesh and blood being gouged out.The more important something is, the more difficult it is to say it.

Rika felt chest tightness and suffocation, she couldn't keep her breathing steady, and her silky gloved hands were cold and trembling.

"What's the matter? You're always annoyed by the ramblings. Have you cut off your tongue?" The poisonous words came from behind.

Time should have stood still for a few seconds.

"...Fei Tan, you're annoying. Tell me to shut up when I'm annoying you, but you're venomous when I'm not bothering you. You're really like a cat, arrogant and hard to serve."

Saying that, Lika was thinking, luckily she was wearing a heavy mask.

Therefore, he will not see the expression under her mask.

She doesn't like to tell lies, but when lies have become her means of survival, what can she do?

"..." Feitan was finally choked back by her.

They joined the crowd again and walked towards the square in the very center of the city.

And not far behind them, three or five figures wearing strange ghost masks, mixed with the carnival people, followed them silently.

The gloom of night is approaching.