1182 No One Knows

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The rolling heat wave was entrenched in the air, and large swaths of blue melted into the thick yellow sand, and the steam rushed toward the face. It seemed that even the sight was blurred and distorted, so that the whole world disappeared in a colorful mess. Among the colors, all the scenery turned into large blocks of color, and the outlines completely disappeared.

It's a bit incredible to say, it's still February.

If you are standing in the center of New York at this time, thick down jackets and solid hats and gloves are still unable to stop the ubiquitous cold wave, and a short five-minute stay at the crossroads is enough to be completely messy and shivering in the wind; but now , Standing here, you can feel the heat of midsummer, as if even the skin has been scorched and peeling off.

The question is, where is this?

Paul Walker stood at a crossroads, looking at the scene in front of him, and there was only one thought in his mind: Who am I? Where am I? what am i doing?

There is an old-fashioned gas station in front of the left-hand side, but there are no people around, it is a self-service gas station; there is a row of dilapidated small bungalows next to it, which looks like abandoned houses in western movies; a dilapidated In front of the door sat an old Mexican man, dressed in gorgeous traditional Mexican clothing, but with his eyes tightly closed, motionless in the scorching sun.

On the right is a rough sandy beach, extending along the azure coastline, with rotting tree roots and large swathes of kelp left; further ahead, there is an old pier, tied There were several broken ships, and there was no sign of being in use at all; then there was a row of dilapidated small bungalows in front of them, and no one could be seen.

Tranquil and lazy, barren and desolate, it seems that there is not even a trace of vitality.

Paul strongly suspects that he is going the wrong way.

Involuntarily, he began to think seriously: How did I get here? Could it be that the address recorded earlier was wrong, so that person pointed the wrong way? Or was it because of poor signal from the navigation system that it was already pointing in the wrong direction when leaving Miami, and then it went wrong again and again?

Paul was about to turn on the navigation and search again, and then the wind sent a crisp bell.

Following the sound, Paul looked over, and then Paul saw a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a traditional Mexican shawl like wings, colorful; she was holding a mule in her hand, The mule was carrying three huge burlap bags on its back, which looked extremely heavy, but just walked over staggeringly.

Such a scene was really too fantastic, Paul couldn't react for a while, just stared blankly at the girl and the mule.

Jingle, Jingle.

The bell tied to the mule's neck was wobbly and rattling, and then it crossed the intersection and went straight to the right. At this time, Paul noticed that the girl was not wearing shoes. , with bare feet, stepping on top of the yellow sand on the ground, but not feeling hot at all, and walking forward unhurriedly.

That focused but inattentive look didn't seem to notice Paul and his azure sedan at all, or else, noticed and didn't care at all.

After realizing this, Paul suddenly reacted, quickly pushed open the car door, and shouted, "Hey, here! Hey! Sorry, can you tell me where I am now?"

Across a crossroads, the girl raised her head and cast her gaze in confusion. She didn't seem to understand the meaning of Paul's words, but she didn't speak. Following Paul, the mule's footsteps also stopped, but it was still spinning in the same place, and the bell sounded far and near.

Paul didn't wait for an answer, thought for a while, and decided to change the way he asked, "Excuse me, do you know where 'Antonio's Tango' is?" Under the girl's gaze, Paul hesitated for a moment, "It's just a bar, I heard It's owned by an Argentinian, in the center of town..."

"Cuba." The girl said.

"Ah?" But the girl's first sentence was clueless, and Paul couldn't help but be stunned.

"Cuba, that's a bar owned by a Cuban." The girl explained again with a loud voice, "The bar is not far ahead, you walk down this road, and you can see a grocery store on your right, across the street. It's a fork in the road, after turning in, you can see a small square after a short drive, and the bar is in the small square."

Paul nodded ignorantly, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the girl's explanation, gesturing the direction with his own hands.

After the explanation, the girl did not confirm whether Paul understood or not. She turned around on her own, drove the mule again, and continued to move forward. It seemed that her methodical steps were not interrupted by the episode just now, and she always followed her own pace. Moving forward, Shi Shiran's back looks full of mystery.

Paul can be sure that the girl should not recognize herself, but this is not the point; even when she sees a stranger, the girl does not fluctuate in the slightest, with a calm tone, a calm state, a calm pace, and her whole body is unpredictable. Tou, plus this deserted town, everything is full of confusion.

"...Thank...Thank you?" Paul shouted hesitantly after a while, expressing his gratitude, but the girl remained untouched and drifted away.

Standing still, Paul was also full of question marks, what happened just now?

But on second thought, after leaving Miami, the whole journey was full of question marks, and there was not a single doubt.

Once answered, another doubt has appeared, more and more, more and more, and finally the whole person is completely in a state of fog. Now Paul's only thought is:

How on earth did that Renly guy find this place?

Since the "Drunken Town Folk Ballad" was completed, Renly has completely disappeared, without any communication, no contact, and no movement; the mobile phone is simply turned off, completely hiding his whereabouts. The most strange thing is that the social network The vast number of netizens on the Internet did not catch any trace of Renly.

Paul persisted in making daily calls and leaving voice messages, but never got a response. It wasn't until three days ago that Paul finally called Renly.

When the other end of the phone heard Renly's lighthearted and cheerful voice again, Paul was a little relieved; moreover, Renly seemed to be a little clearer than before, and the sound of the sun seemed to be enough to illuminate the whole sky, Paul couldn't help but feel relieved. With envy in his heart, he was curious about Renly's travels in the past.

"Ha, I'm surfing right now, come along if you have time, the waves in the Caribbean are so addicting."

Renly sent an invitation, Paul nodded and agreed without any hesitation. He couldn't wait to buy a plane ticket, traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, rented a car, followed the navigation instructions all the way, and asked for directions. While exploring, I walked on and off for two days, but the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate and remote, as if I had entered another world.

For most people, Florida, which is sunny and warm all year round, is always associated with words such as sea, beach, sunshine, party, beauty, recuperation, and comfort. Miami is also known as the whole United States. The most suitable city for retirement, many rich people have bought villas here and made a special trip to vacation.

The "Fast and the Furious" series was shot in Florida.

But Paul has never really explored this land. In addition to the prosperity and luxury of Miami, there is such a broken and decayed world, as if it was abandoned.

The rainbow-colored houses on both sides of the road have all turned into abandoned vacant houses; the bottom-tier residents who cannot afford to eat have lived in motels for a long time, relying on the sale of cheap perfume, cheap sunglasses and cheap small commodities to survive; There are more people who choose to sell their bodies to make quick money, but then spend it in front of /drug / traffickers to escape the pain of reality.

Stop-and-go, stop-and-go, Paul can't imagine how Renly discovered this place, how he chose to stay here, and why?

Compared with the high society of London, the dilapidation here is a whole other world, which reminds Paul of the image outlined in the film "Transcendence"-hidden under the gorgeous coat of New York, the land Decay and decay are breeding, bit by bit nibbling away at the roots of the entire society.

The same is true in front of you.

Following the direction pointed by the girl, Paul groped forward, and just when he almost thought he was lost again, he unexpectedly saw Renly.

A white linen shirt with a pair of sky blue jeans, wearing a pair of dirty canvas shoes, a thick beard that has not been taken care of for a while, and messy curly hair is also growing wantonly, the whole face has been Most of it was blocked, and it was almost impossible to see, except for those bright eyes.

In front of him stood a group of five or six-year-old children, who looked like a dozen or so bustlingly. In front of each of them was a small foam board, and then everyone was jumping back and forth laughing and joking. , suddenly, he shouted, "The waves are coming, stand!"

Wow, the children jumped up unevenly, standing on the foam board, simulating a swaying posture, at the same time happy and wanton laughter resounded throughout the square, making every bystander involuntarily want to reveal Smile.

He let out a weird exclamation, "Oh, Angel is in the water, Angel is in the water! Sharks are coming, ooh, sharks! Watch out for sharks! Haha, Miguel is also in the water, watch out, watch out, oops, it's over , everyone will be eaten by sharks collectively!"

The next moment, he began to pretend to be a shark, running quickly among the children, and instantly became the scene of a game of eagles and chickens, with endless laughter.

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