PitBabe series2

Our meal proceeded without much conversation. Usually, I'm not good at small talk. Plus, I'm still frustrated that someone interferes. I'm looking forward to the moment of the day's first meal. The desire to initiate the conversation is even lower. As for Babe, it speaks less than usual. His face looks indifferent. Scoop food into his mouth and chew it, but he doesn't talk as if he is being ordered to abstain from food for several days. It's likely that he intends to ask for food.

 

"So, what day will Jeff leave the hospital?" Kim ignited almost one hundred per cent of the conversation. He scooped a small fried rice into his mouth and chewed slowly. Since he was born, I've never seen anyone chew rice as fine as Kim. He spent more than half a minute eating one bite of rice, explaining that you have practised chewing rice thirty times since childhood, unlike me, who has been trained to devour rice like a soldier since I can remember.

 

"I don't know yet," Babe shook his head and answered while chewing rice. It should be in three or four days. The doctor will see the symptoms first."

 

"Is Alan guarding alone?"

 

"Well, I told you that we would take turns to watch. You don't want to say that to me.

Take care of yourself."

 

"As if he were worried about his boyfriend."

"But it's too much. I'm so worried that I can't trust my brother to watch it."

 

"What's strange? If Charlie is sick, don't you want to watch yourself?"

 

"Don't say its name." Babe looked at Kim's eyes. When I saw it, I thought I wanted to slap the spoon down, too. Where did you come to ask for someone else's rice to eat and still dare to act like that? I don't understand at all why Kim admires people like this. "I can't eat when I hear it."

 

"It's good that I can't eat some," I muttered while using chopsticks to pinch the fried chicken into my mouth as if talking to myself. But I'm confident that the person alluded to heard two ears.

 

"What are you going to do with me, Ken?" Babe turned around and yelled at me. His face and tone of voice didn't cause me much trouble because I was used to them. Every time we met face to face, there had never been a fight. At first, I thought Babe would hate me, especially because I was his former godfather's subordinate. But Kim said that it was normal for Babe to quarrel with others. I'm not the first and only one. Now, arguing with Babe is not much different from a general conversation. "You can bite, just eat well, will it die?"

 

"Dead"

 

I answered in a flat voice. While scooping the vegetables that Kim had put on the edge of the plate, he accidentally put them on his own plate instead. Normally, Kim doesn't eat any vegetables. But because Babe is here today, he made more stir-fried vegetables. He also tried to eat it because he feared it would be gone if he didn't. Babe would know that he intended for Babe to eat. It's not a menu he made because he wanted to eat it himself. But in the end, he probably couldn't fight the green smell, so he had to remove it, as seen.

 

"If it's too painful, go back to eat at your house."

"This is my house"

 

"So brave, this is Kim's house." The unwelcome guest made a mocking face. "You're no different from me; you act like the house's owner."

 

"Well, I'm here."

"As?"

 

I was silent. This question was quite risky. Therefore, I gave careful consideration to what to answer. At the same time, I secretly squinted at the person sitting quietly next to him. Kim didn't seem to be boiling. What's the heat with Babe and me arguing? Plus, now he's staring at my face momentarily as if he wanted to know how I would answer, Babe.

 

"As Kim's friend," I could only answer. Babe just laughed loudly. Kim returned to focusing on chewing rice thirty times as before, as if to say that my answer was no longer interesting.

 

"Oh... I thought it would be for sure."

"Sure, what the hell?"

 

"Can I speak?" Babe made a mocking face. He probably thought he was superior.

I have many layers, right? "I'm the one who holds your secret."

 

"What?" People seem to become interested in the word "secret.”

 

Then he immediately turned to make big eyes at me. "What secret do you have?" Babe asked. Is that a secret? I don't even dare to call it that. Because in the past, I never made that story a secret. I openly expressed both actions and words. However, the people close to me should be able to recognise it as much as possible and review it repeatedly. And now there is still a face to pretend to be curious. He is too much.

 

"Do you want to know?" I asked.

And Kim nodded, leaving me speechless.

 

"Would you be shocked if I told you?" I continued to ask. This time, Kim frowned as if confused. Why did I ask such a ridiculous question? He didn't even know what I was going to tell him. And how could he answer whether he would be shocked? "If you are shocked, will you kick me out of the house?"

 

"Who did you kill?" Kim opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide. He pointed at my face. Even though I haven't said a word yet, "But you promised not to do it again, Kenta. Where did you say that you dislike being a killer?"

"So, who else am I going to kill? Don't be delusional, okay?" I flicked the raving forehead to one side to pull his consciousness back. Before, the story was made up more.

 

"Well, you're talking like you've done something bad."

 

"Longing... Ken didn't do anything like that." Babe’s chin had a small and big smile, and he was happy to see how his point of view led to an interesting conversation. "What has he been doing lately?"

 

"Do you want to be quiet?" I ask in a smooth voice. I hope this friend will make the racer shut up.

 

"It's okay. I used to be quiet. It's not fun." But I expect a little too much from people like Pitbabe.

 

"So what's your secret?" Kim is still trying to get in touch with me, not breaking up with me. I can't believe he fell into Babe's trap so easily. "Why do you have to have a secret from me?"

 

"It's not a secret," I sighed. "This is my story. I can tell you anytime."

"Then tell me now."

"Yes, tell me now. What are you waiting for?" Babe is fully supportive. His cheerful face is so strong that it would be unfair if I let him float above everything like this.

 

"I told you, but before listening to my secret, shall we first listen to Babe's secret?"

 

"Hey, I don't have any secrets," said Babe with a floating, confident face, but he didn't let go because I stared at his face. The good-mouthed man began to know his fate. He stared at me. Before gritting his teeth and saying in a deep voice, "You shut up."

 

"Why... Can't you tell this?"

 

"Do you have a secret with me, Babe?" Kim easily became interested in Babe’s story. It's for sure. Even before, we almost beat each other to death. But in fact, Kim likes Babe very much. When he had the opportunity to be on the same team, he became close to me as I had never thought of before. Kim seems to love Babe even more. So much so that sometimes I think I'm jealous.

 

"No", Babe tried to make a still face, but his performance was so funny.

"There are no secrets. Don't listen to this too much. It's crazy."

 

"Are you sure?"

"I told you to shut up."

 

"Why are you silent? I've tried it. It's not fun."

"Damn..."

 

The small war between Babe and me went on without a sign of an end. It was easy until Kim finally lost interest. I didn't realise when he got up and ran away. I realised again that the table in front of the TV was just Babe and me, and the food was left on it alone.

 

"You have a good mouth." Babe still scolded me, not giving up, even though I looked tired.

 

"So who started?"

 

"You're playing too hard." Babe grabbed his arm, looking into his eyes, blocking them. Let him know about you. “

 

It's okay, but it's not a joke about me."

"Since when did my story become a joke?"

 

"So, it's just that you like it. Is it cut to death?" I sighed. Seriously, it's his right. My story is not big. Even if Kim knows a lot, they look at each other for a few days. But I believe he will after that stubborn guy tries to get everything back to normal. It's His nature. As for the story of Babe, it is moderately big. But seriously, even if Kim knows this, it shouldn't be a problem. Babe is just more worried.

 

"Seriously, do you think Charlie caught it?"

 

"It can't be caught," Babe replied before gently raising the soda and sipping it. He looked like he was answering or comforting yourself rather than saying what you thought.

 

"That smart?" I asked in a high voice, "Not sure, he may already know."

"He doesn't know."

 

"And if he finds out, what will you do?"

"There is no way to know"

 

"I said 'if' he knows"

"Well, I will never let him know."

 

"He will hate you," I said, laughing, even if I tried to maintain a confident attitude. But I knew that Babe inside was shaking terribly. His work was pressured and risky, and it was too much to handle with a heart that could not let go.

 

"Thank you for telling me. I didn't know before." Babe slammed in a sarcastic voice.

 

"But you're so angry with him. Even if he hates you, there shouldn't be a problem?"

"Then why are you repeating this hate story so much?"

 

"Well, how do you think Charlie will feel? If he knows you don't just stir his feet because he wants to have fun, he'll back off. But you cooperate with the person he hates the most in the world... To ruin his work?"

 

Believe me, I'm not an enemy to him. I knew this from the beginning. I know what the offer is. And why did Babe accept that offer even though he hates my big boss more than a disgusting monster? Everything has a source, but this story is one of the most shocking twists in my life, from a lover to a complete enemy. This is a giant movie.

 

"I can do everything. I want him to let go of this." Babe's tone was flat. He lowered his head to look at the soda can in his hand as if he were considering something or reviewing the choices and fate that were no different from his bad jokes.

 

"Even though he hates you in the end?"

"Now he doesn't love anymore."

 

He acted as if he felt nothing. But the sentence just now was quite emotional. It looks like Charlie must be mean to him. The great Pitbabe admitted from his mouth that he was no longer loved.

 

"But after this, he will hate you?"

 

"Then why are you talking again? Please don't act like you're not the one who invited me. Can I?"

 

"Phu is just a messenger," I shrugged my shoulders without hesitation, even though I was teased back. "Then I'm not saying you're wrong or right. I want to know how you feel about choosing this way."

 

"So, how do you think I feel?"

"Excited?"

 

"Are you nervous?"

 

I laughed and began to understand more and more why Kim said that Babe usually quarrels with others. But he still has a true friend (who may be called a family) who is always surrounded. I think Babe's hardness has a strange spectrum. Instead of pushing people away, it attracts many people who want to be close to him: his facial expression, which doesn't look very friendly, his words, and his kind of stubbornness. If you meet someone with the same frequency, you may come to dislike them. But if you find the same spectrum, they will cling to Babe until they die.

 

Because every time I'm close to Babe, I feel like the boundary between me and others is thinning until it almost becomes the smallest yarn. The way he treats me makes me feel ordinary and special at the same time. It may sound contradictory, but this is the most straightforward explanation. If you try to draw a picture more clearly, it may be explained that people tend to behave better than usual when with strangers or acquaintances who are not close to each other, which is considered good manners in terms of social customs. However, for people who lack friends like me, I don't need someone who always treats me with consideration. The type of person I want is someone who treats me as they would anyone else. It may be stiff or rude. However, it makes me feel like my ring is overlapping with his. I have become a person in someone else's ring. Become someone's friend'

 

"I asked you. This is not about what I want to aggravate or anything." Babe pretended to smile before opening his mouth to say, 'Thank you for giving in. Except for once. After aggravating it countless times.'

 

"If you make him give up everything, do you think Charlie will return to you?”

 

Babe met my eyes momentarily before diverting his eyes and running away. Silence filled the living room until he heard the sound of water hitting the tile floor. Kim must be taking a shower. We have time to talk about this secret for no more than twenty minutes. Because that's the time Kim will take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, apply nourishing cream to his face and body, blow-dry his hair, and finally, he will walk out here to tell me, 'Take a shower.'

 

"I hope he comes back", Babe nodded slowly, as if confirming the answer to himself again. "But I don't think he will come back."

 

"Why?"

"Because this is Charlie."

 

"I don't understand more."

 

"It's not strange," Babe said, "because I don't understand either." I've never discussed a personal and profound life like this with Babe before. I've never had anyone. As I said, I have no friends.

 

There is no room for such sensitive abstractions. I don't have time, no opportunity, and no one to talk to. Until I met Kim by chance. And after that, it's Babe who can talk to, even if we have to scold each other first (I think that's a good warm-up)

 

"I can't explain why. It just knows. If Charlie says this, Charlie will have to do this. Charlie will choose like this. There are many things that I don't understand why Charlie did it. But it's just a menace because it's Charlie."

 

"You guys have been living together since birth.”

 

"I feel the same way," Babe laughed a little. And this is the first time of the day I've seen a small piece of happiness splash out of his laughter. Babe looks happy right away, just talking about Charlie. But at the same time, it's sad because I know that people who can laugh so happily must have a sobbing sound that squeezes my heart more than anyone else. "I feel like I've known it all my life. Even though it's been a few years, they chose to break up.”

 

"Sometimes it's best to break up."

"I hope it's like that."

 

"I think you hope it's not more." The sound of water in the bathroom is quiet. It means that now Kim is starting to get dressed and skin. The depressing conversation here is almost over. Fully closed. "I want him to regret breaking up and return to me, no matter."

 

"Don't pretend to know too much."

"So isn't it true?"

 

"It's true, but I don't know too much."

 

Babe made a face, not knowing that he had either intended or forgotten to think I was Charlie. To dare to be cute like this, I'm starting to understand Charlie's feelings. This is if the two of us have the opportunity to be close since we were still in the house. He may fall in love.

 

"What the hell are you smiling? Is the ghost pulling the skin of the face?"

Hmm... Or maybe not.

 

"With Charlie, did you say this?" I squinted my eyes at the person whom I had accidentally thought was cute a few seconds ago. And now I want to return to pick up my brain. I came out to wash it.

 

"How can I say this to my boyfriend? Are you crazy?"

"But I can't imagine when you speak well."

 

"Try to be my husband before the colour will be able to think of it," Babe said with a dead face—goosebumps from the toes up to the ends of the longest hair.

 

"Huh?"

"Just kidding, don't believe everything I say, begging, I'm going to throw up," I admit that I'm relieved to hear that. Even though I accidentally think it's cute for a moment, when I think about it, it looks good. The picture of Babe and me, talking to each other like lovers, is really unsightly.

"If you make a decision," I said while glancing at the bedroom door again, because I can't help but be suspicious that Kim will open the door now. "But whatever you do, hurry up. He doesn't have much time."

 

"Did he order you to rush me?"

 

"I'm going to be honest, but it's probably like that," I answered honestly. "And keep sending the news. Don't just disappear. Accept his promise that you want to investigate; you must get it."

 

"You're talking like it's not wrong." Babe looked at me with a disgusted expression. Even if he cooperates with his boss now, his feelings towards the past remain. Adoptive father hasn't changed much. "Check your brain."

 

"This matter is serious." I chose to ignore Kenta’s words and slapped those mouths. Then, I was warned seriously. I will try to lower the volume slightly because I feel Kim is almost out of the room. "If you're slow, he'll take action. What did we do at that time? Not in time."

 

"Well, I know."

"Know and help do it. It's not enough not to say it and not to be entertained."

 

"Oh! This bastard...."

"Aren't you fighting anymore?"

 

As expected, Kim walked out of the bedroom in his clothes, ready to go to bed. The smell of shampoo and shower cream floated out of his body. It smelled so good that I felt guilty.

 

"Well, this guy has a good mouth." Babe split his fangs and didn't stop.

 

"If we are together and fight each other, we will disperse." The owner of the room walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and poured it into a glass with a casual attitude. Even though his mouth has just complained to us, "Ken can go take a shower."

 

He says this every day as if he were programmed. But I like it.

 

"Yeah," I accepted and immediately exited the dining table. But before entering the room to shower, I thought of one thing. Therefore, I turned to talk to Kim again. "You don't have to clean the table. I'll come out and clean it myself."

"Well, never mind, I let  Babe clean it."

"Oh!"

 

The person who was alluded to cried out immediately. However, when I heard Kim's answer, I immediately felt at ease. At first, I was afraid he would volunteer to clean up himself. I felt so guilty that I just sat and talked nonsense with Babe instead of washing the dishes while Kim was still in the shower.

 

"Come and ask for free food and help me clean up," Kim replied flatly. While squaring his face, he pointed his finger at Babe to order him to start cleaning the dining table. The uninvited guest agreed to get up and do it well, even though he made a face like a Mae Klong mackerel.

"P'Alan has never ordered me to clean up," Babe complained.

 

"But this is not Pho Alan’s house."

 

The long dinner ended with Kim grumbling and Babe’s overly emotional cutoff. Overall, I rate this night as better than expected. But if I can choose, the next meal would be better with the two of us.

 

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I had to spend more than a day with Jeff, and we feel like twins. This is probably the first time after leaving home that the two brothers have spent so much time together.

 

After Jeff was allowed to leave the hospital, he asked Alan to take him to my house immediately, as agreed since the day he had the accident. I realised the frustration in Alan's eyes and the atmosphere around him. It was probably because of accumulated stress—both my story with Babe, who seems to have a headache every day. And now there is also Jeff's even bigger story.

 

As the eldest brother of the children and as a lover, Alan is now considered to be a quite heavy role. Recently, I have been dealing with a lot of things every day. It would be great if I had some free time to visit his house. Since leaving the team, Alan and I have hardly had time to sit and talk openly as we did before. I spent a full day absorbing Jeff's feelings on my own, which is considered very fast compared to before, because some feelings took me months to capture (one of them is the special Sense of Babe) and also requires a very deep level of intimacy. However, now one day seems like a long time, as my current strength level is higher than it was a few years ago. Like when Cheng Senses came from Ginny's, it only took a few seconds.

 

But it's enough to understand that each type of Chen has a different degree of compatibility with my body. If it goes well, it can migrate in just a few seconds, which means that Jeff's vision of the future does not respond well to my body.

 

The transmission of the sense from Jeff to my body occurs through shaking hands. We don't shake hands all the time. Just live in the same area, hold hands, sit together, or Jeff put his legs on my lap while watching a movie together. Every time the body is touched, we both realise that something is happening inside. The balance is broken for a while.

 

In fact, it happens almost every time we touch each other's bodies. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, because the frequency is insufficient and I lack the will to receive it, Jeff's sense has never been transmitted to me. This time, we have to focus on increasing the frequency of contact. Together, we must concentrate on opening new frequencies that the body is not yet familiar with.

 

Jeff sighed heavily when we both realised the transfer was complete, then cried. Even though I've never touched it directly, I understand his feelings well. It would be overwhelming to put into words. One is that Jeff didn't agree with this method in the first place. He's no different from Babe, who was afraid that I would be affected by this crazy sense. It's even more difficult to do so. When Jeff thought he stuffed his own bomb into my hand. But even so, in the end, he agreed to do it because I begged and promised that no matter what, he would be able to create a sense of integration.

 

The second difficulty is that no matter how much Jeff hates his own Sense, he can't escape the fact that Sense is a part of him. Since the beginning of his life until the time passed for twenty years, that Sense circulates in him. It was pulled out and used again and again until it got stronger. At the same time, it pulls Jeff's life energy out to use. Eating the brain and mind space slowly, like a parasite embedded in Jeff's body, living with it for longer than anyone else. One day, it was pulled out, leaving a space, which was both woeful and heartbreaking. Jeff doesn't think about it or regret it. But it's a feeling that he chooses not to feel. Before I left the house, Jeff hugged me tightly, hugging me quietly for about a minute before He blessed me.

 

"May we go see a lot of racing cars together?"

 

His blessing sentence is short and doesn't sound like a blessing. But it makes me feel strong, like a tonic. It may be a small goal, but I have to put in a lot of physical effort to make it come true. It will definitely happen because my brother wants it to be that way.

 

Jeff said that he would stay at my house for a while. When Alan came to pick him up in the evening, I let him spend his time as he wished. As for me, I headed to the lab because there were still a hundred and eight things waiting for me to deal with.

 

The distance from home to the lab is not far. It usually takes me no more than fifteen minutes to drive, but today the road is busy. Based on my prediction, it may take two to three times longer than usual. I doubt there will be any accidents in the future because this route is usually less congested than it is now.

 

In addition to the increased number of traffic jams compared to usual, I find some things strange. I remember the way to the lab accurately. But I don't know why I feel like I've been at the same intersection twice.

 

At first, I thought it might be déjà vu or that I was confused because I had got too little rest. I thought I had passed the drive, or I might really drive. But when I tried to be sober, I began to be sure that I didn't think for myself.

 

I've been around this intersection five times, but the time the clock in front of the car has passed has only two minutes, which is impossible. The cars and motorcycles parked at the red light with me every time are the same. The same driver moves in the same way. In front of me is a red Volvo S60, license plate 9309, with a small dent at the corner of the rear grille. Next to it is a motorcycle. 

 

The driver took off the helmet to smoke, a mother and child holding hands across the crosswalk. The mother held her child's hand tightly. Stepping while the little son pointed at the stick, moving his mouth and talking nonstop. Even the girl sitting at the bus stop was still the same person. She sat on the phone with a serious face. Raised her hand to wipe the sweat because of the stuffy weather and a conversation that increased her body temperature.

 

I'm stuck in a whirlpool or something, and it's not a coincidence. I took a deep breath before slowly stepping on the accelerator when the light turned green. I still chose to drive on the same route. The same speed applies, but look around more. Try to detect if there is a wrong spot that may cause you to see the joints of this whirlpool. But there is none.

 

I circled back to the same intersection again. Found a red Volvo car, license plate number 9309 again, riding a motorcycle, smoking, a mother and child across the road, and an office girl who is fighting with her boyfriend. Everything remains the same, happening in the same format, like a tape that has just been recorded. And I am one of the actors who will never escape from this scene.

If you drive the same way, you will stop at the same place anyway. I thought so. When the signal turned green again, instead of driving straight as before, I decided to turn left. It's not the way to the lab. But if I still behaved the same way, it would eventually be pulled back to that intersection again. This time, I chose a different approach.

 

I'm back to the same place.

 

I'm not sure when the route changed. Even though I was initially certain that the surroundings were different from before. But I realised again. Both sides of the road started to have clubs like Club Class until I stopped at the same intersection for the seventh time.

 

No need to try to turn right again. I know that in the end, the result will be the same. Now my brain is working hard, trying to find loopholes. Review what I overlooked without realising it. Calculate other probabilities that may be possible, more than just trying to turn left and right.

 

What is it? Where is the exit door?

 

I tried to call. Find Dr Chris. The result is not much different from what I thought. No one accepted. Whether trying to change the call and looking for P'Touch, Liu, Jeff, P'Alan, or even Babe. No one answered my calls. This should mean that the nature of the whirlpool is such that we cannot contact people outside the vortex.

 

What if it's inside?

 

I lowered the mirror and tried to call P'Win, the motorcycle next to me, who was smoking.

 

"Brother"

 

Be silent, like he won't hear me at all.

 

"Brother, brother, Win the motorcycle"

 

I called again, this time with a louder voice. But I got the same reaction. That is the emptiness. Brother Win, the motorcycle, still sat on the bike and sprayed smoke as comfortably as before. There was no response to my call. The people inside can't help either.

 

In conclusion, I am unable to contact anyone. I can't ask for help. This whirlpool was created to completely detain one person, solitary confinement in a prison that is far from people. Like Ashkaban, 'only there is no soul guard' floating back and forth. Considering that I can't contact anyone, this prison cannot be accessed from Ashkaban, which is located in the most remote and terrifying place in the world of magicians. It is the name that appears in the book.

 

The novel Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling

 

2 Soul keepers are creatures that control prisoners in Ashkaban prison from escaping. It is the name that appears in the novel Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling

 

You only have to rely on yourself.

 

I glanced at the clock in front of the car. Seven minutes have passed since the first red light until now. Of course, this is not a real-time process. I don't know how long it has passed—thirty minutes, an hour or two hours, but whatever. Just don't take a day or a week. That would be too much.

 

Is there anything else I haven't tried yet?

 

The purpose of detention is here. The method involves controlling the loop. The starting point remains the same. Change the option in the middle. However, in the end, it will ultimately reach the same point. What does that mean that the car will be on the road forever, right? What if I go down and walk instead? Hmm....

 

I don't know why, but my instinct says it's useless. Even if it's a new behaviour pattern, it's true. But anyway, I have movement. Whether it's in the car or out for a walk, in the end, I should walk around back here anyway. What other possibilities will prevent me from looping back?

 

Here in every round. I wait for the light to turn green and step on the accelerator. Drive through the intersection and proceed straight along the road. It feels like I'm always conscious. But one flash is like driving through an invisible tunnel, and the tunnel ends at this intersection. The question is where the tunnel is.

Wait a minute.

 

And if this time.. I don't wait for the green light?

 

I know this is a very crazy assumption. But my premonition is working. This is one possibility worth trying. But yes, it is a 'possibility', which means uncertain. If I guess correctly, I will fall out of this cycle. But if I guess wrong, my car may be compressed into a can. But the good news is that my SLS AMG is based on the test.

 

Crashing is considered a car that is quite durable. If it doesn't crash very hard, I might survive, but I don't know if someone can die in the whirlpool. In my head, now, I just think that any way may die as well. So, choose a fast method; it would be better. Because if I can't get out of here, don't eat rice and drink water for no more than seven days, I will die anyway. Therefore, there is no reason for me to drive and play until I die. Others may choose another way. But for me, if you think of something and your intuition says yes, try it. At least it's better than waiting for the answer, because you don't know when it will come, and if the correct answer is not real, it's a waste of time.

 

I pressed the turn signal to turn the car left. I didn't mind that it would crowd the vehicle that was already in the leftmost lane. Anyway, I will do something more trouble than this. This is just a dipping sauce.

 

The last twenty-second countdown time before the light changed from red to green. I took a deep breath. Two hands clenched the steering wheel. The feeling now is not exotic. It's similar to when I staged an accident in the field. The difference is that this time is not staging. And I don't know what the result of this decision will be.

 

Go ahead.

 

If it's wrong, it's just death.

 

"I love you, Babe"

I muttered to myself for the last time. Before stepping on the accelerator pedal, I didn't even wait for the road to be empty. Because I thought it wouldn't be much different. My brain just told me to 'Pedal it', and I followed it easily.

 

A big truck was moving through the intersection while my car was about to crash into vehicles that were many times larger than it, in a matter of seconds. I don't close my eyes, I don't even blink.

 

In my head, I imagine the sound of a loud collision, a huge shock that may make me be compressed and a joke for a second between life and death. The image that pops into my head is that of Babe.

 

If you die here and no one knows, it would be for the best. I don't want Babe to cry because of me again. Everything went out for a moment. The feeling of the body being sucked into the tunnel happened again, lasting less than a second. Before the sound of the high-pitched car horn rubbed the eardrum, it pulled me out of the tunnel.

 

No intersections, no trucks, no loud crash sounds.

 

I survived.

 

I can come out now.

 

I laughed softly with relief. However, at the same time, I had to consciously control the car to stay in my own lane because it seemed that the sound of the horn just now would come from the vehicle which drove behind to squeeze and bless me who was swinging to eat another lane, and cut in front of the villagers during the rush out of the whirlpool.

 

The two sides of the road and the changing roads make me sure that the loop is over. In less than five minutes, I will reach my destination. After spending more than two hours in the loop, the intersection (according to the original front clock, which has returned to normal time).

 

And the red Volvo car turned into a small alley and disappeared in front of my eyes.

 

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Today, I spent the day alone for the first time in almost three years. I never knew that Jeff and I were rarely separated for more than a day in the past. Even on that day, we each had our own mission. But at least when I woke up and before going to bed, I would see his face. Talk to each other for just a few words. That's enough to fulfil my day.

 

Maybe I'm too sensitive. It's not a big deal for Jeff to sleep at Charlie's house.

They have important things to do. And besides, the two of them are brothers. It's not strange to have some time together. However, I'm unsure why it's challenging for me. The four days in the hospital made me feel much better because no matter what, Jeff only calls me. I'm hungry, I need to use the bathroom, I want to eat snacks, it's too hot or too cold, and I'm so bored that I want to do something. 

 

All day long, there are only the words P'Alan, P'Alan, and P'Alan, just calling me, making my heart swell. Even if it's a run, the thing in my chest that has been felt for a long time has been replaced by soft warmth. I'm glad I can help, Jeff. And my name became the first word to come out of his mouth before starting any sentence.

 

But when Jeff was discharged from the hospital, that feeling came back again, coming back to full, as if it had never disappeared anywhere. I felt like I couldn't breathe when I had to send Jeff to Charlie's house. Even though I knew that the next time I went to pick him up, Jeff would return to being an ordinary person with good health. His body and mind will be clear and comfortable. Don't have to bear the power that is no different from that curse anymore.

 

What makes the two of us different is about to disappear. Even though I know that, it doesn't make me feel better at all. On the contrary, it makes me feel even more pity for myself. Because on the day we stood on the same step, Jeff was the one who moved down, not I, who stepped up to him. And all this happened with the help of his brother, a child who is more special than anyone else.

 

When we stand side by side, others must have a question in their minds. Who is that uncle? Why are you standing there? Wow, it's really pitiful. That kid should find something better. Those words sound mean, stinging, but deep down, I agree.

 

What am I doing here?

 

Even though Jeff doesn't need me, why am I still being cheeky about staying?

 

Even though I've been stuck with depressing thoughts all day, I'm excited to pick up Jeff. I put the gardening equipment in a wooden box and put it under the eaves next to the house after planting new trees, pruning pine trees, and pruning the pine leaves that are starting to branch out. Taking care of the garden has calmed my mind. Although it is not as good as taking care of the car, it is considered replaceable.

 

I took my wallet and car keys before going out to lock the front door. The sound of the lock indicated that I was ready to leave. However, the sound of the car parked in front of the house on the front fence delayed my plan slightly.

 

"Hey, uncle"

 

And the more I see who the car's owner is, the less certain I am that I can pick it up.

 

Can Jeff meet at the same time as before?

"Can I go in for a while? Today is good."

 

Winner

What are you doing here?

 

"Two hours"

 

That was the greeting that Dr Chris gave me as soon as I opened the door into the lab.

 

"Did you move to another province?" The doctor was sarcastic. Sitting cross-legged with the coffee cup in his hand, he made himself look like he was not very angry. But I realised that he was actually frustrated that I was two full hours late. "I couldn't contact you. I thought I was dead."

 

"It's almost there," I replied in a flat voice while dragging my feet to get my laptop bag. Come and put it on your own desk.

 

"What does it mean?"

 

"On the way, someone came to play with him a little bit." Dr Chris fell silent when he heard that. I hope he will repent a little bit for scolding me for being late. But seriously, he doesn't feel it. That silence should be thought about more.

 

"Again?" The doctor asked. Of course, it's a big deal. But it's not that surprising. Anyway, it's not the first time I've been stalked and tried to play superhumanly like this. "The same guys?"

 

"I don't know. There are a lot of people aiming at me." I sat down and took a seat in the chair, working tiredly. Two hours of driving around in the same place consumed more energy than I thought.

 

"But definitely not an ordinary person."

“What does it do?"

 

"Create a loop. I've been at the intersection for two hours."

"Really?"

 

"Yeah," I nodded slowly while pushing my hand to push the laptop lid up and waiting for the system to start turning on and be ready to work. "I'm thinking about it. I can't come out anymore."

 

"So what do you do?"

"Breaking the red light, hitting the truck"

 

"Well, if you're not crazy like you, you'll really die in it." Dr Chris looked like he wasn't surprised that I was able to get out. Additionally, it appears somewhat creepy. He likes to act like I'm a weirdo everywhere this happened, and I survived. "Really, you're so scary."

 

"If you don't do it, you'll die," I replied, "but I've never seen a sense like this before, now. Can it be done this much?"

 

"Hmm... Actually, there may be more than that," he said while picking up his phone. Come up and press it, as if he's looking for something. Look at the doctor, my spy is going to meet something else. "Look at this."

 

Dr Chris threw the phone to me like it was a baseball. Fortunately, I was able to pick it up. Otherwise, I would have invested tens of thousands of dollars. However, that's not the key point.

 

"Recently, there has been news of assaults and many strange accidents. Most of the victims are local politicians, business owners, and political activists. The method of action is not like that of the average person. But the police still stand that it is definitely not the work of the Chens."

 

"But no matter how you look, ordinary people can't do this." I looked at the pictures from the news agency website that Dr Chris collected. Found that there were many unreasonable points. The owner of the gold department store suddenly got up and stabbed himself in the neck until he was seriously injured. Even though he did not use drugs or have any mental symptoms. One district was found dead in a car in a rotten condition. Even though the relatives confirmed they had only been separated for half an hour, many news items that seemed to have no origin were deemed untraceable by the police, and the case was closed.

 

"Where did these guys come from?"

 

"It's from..." Dr Chris came to snatch the phone from my hand, pressed and scrolled twice.

 

Three times before returning it with a picture of someone on the screen. "This person", even though it was a low-definition hidden image. But just looking at it, I immediately recognised who the person in the picture was. My heart was pounding. Not because of the shock that it was this person. But shocked at my own accurate guessing more

 

"That's right." I just laughed. I couldn't think of anything else except the thought that this is really funny. We tried to stop the blood from the eyes that almost splashed to get rid of the flesh like that. But in the end, it seemed to get nothing back. "Damn, it's sticky skin"

 

It's a picture of Tony getting in the car somewhere. The old dog is not dead yet.

 

"This picture is a picture of two days ago. In the past, it should have been in the house. Someone has  seen its face."

 

"Two years..." I muttered. Just one picture gives me goosebumps. When thinking about all the possibilities that may occur in two years, we all believe that the bastard is dead. However, the truth is that it's still in motion at all times. It's just a movement underground. In the silent shadow, Act like a complete spirit instead of playing the role of being a human like before "We're slow... It's starting to go a lot. No, maybe it's already successful."

 

"It's possible," Dr Chris nodded slowly, "but we believe it's not all. It's like I'm waiting for something."

 

"Then we have to speed up more."

 

"We are rushing," Dr Chris replied with a clearly heavy face. As a researcher, he must be under no less pressure than anyone else. I know about that. "We can do it for sure. You just have to extend the time for us a little longer."

 

"How long?"

"As much as possible"

 

That answer didn't help me feel more comfortable. I didn't even know how much I could. Based on the current situation, it may last only a day or two.

 

"Oh! Here, Charlie is."

 

Touch's voice came from the front of the stairs. He looked down at me and Dr Chris before shouting back up, as if reporting to someone. Then he heard the sound of his feet coming down the stairs from the second floor to the ground floor within a few seconds.

 

"Hot news," Liu said with a flat expression. Although I can feel that what she is going to say cannot be silenced. "There are a lot of details. But let me summarise: Charlie was sued for defamation after criticising their work. All of us, plus Charlie, were accused of publishing false information. Then we were banned from social media. Any posts that belong to us will be deleted. Grow a new account, delete it. Use another person's account to delete it. The news agency prohibits the publication of news about us. We have been blocked from accessing all platforms as of today. "

 

"Wow," Dr Chris just laughed dryly before turning to look at my face as if to ask.

He said, 'What's next, good dad?'

 

"It really intends to cut off our arms and legs," I said, even though I didn't want to admit it. However, the truth is that we are now being surrounded.

 

In every way, I tried to cut off my arms and legs so that I couldn't move. I couldn't continue to take action. I couldn't escape, which is considered a crisis, not more than the truth. The lawsuit is one thing. But trying to exclude me from the media area is a clear sign that my movement is to polish their legs. That's why those old people have tried to cut off our communication channels.

 

"This means that whatever is prepared will not be released, right?" P'Touch said with a facial expression. Discouraged, "I'm trying to think I'll be able to show good things"

 

"Now, can you just survive first, Brother Touch?" Liu said, "I don't know what's waiting for you to get out of here. The mailbox is full. I would like to inform everyone."

 

"It's okay, we still have a way," I interjected before everyone was discouraged.

 

"How?" Dr Chris asked with a little laugh, probably because of the current situation. It's so bad that I can't believe it. "Which story do you want first?"

 

"Anyway, we have to get back on social media," I replied before I took out my phone from my pants pocket. Press the contact list and scroll to find the first name that comes to mind now. "I think there is one person who should be able to help."

 

"Who?" He asked as if he was surprised. It was like there was a light. A flickering appeared in the midst of our darkness. "Do you know anyone else?"

 

"Don't look down on each other," I replied while raising the phone to my ear after dialling. Looking for the destination number, which will be the monk's father, to please me at times like this. "Seeing this, I have a family too."

 

"Family? What's up?"

 

The three of them looked at each other as if they were consulting, 'Do you know who you are talking about?'

 

(Hello?)

 

And while everyone was in confusion, the end of the line pressed the reception and said hello in a cheerful tone that I'm very familiar with (what's up, young man... Do you miss me?)