PitBabe series2

Po Alan’s favourite jeep was parked at the entrance of the lab. He unfastened his seat belt before reaching out to release mine. He pressed my cheek and rubbed my head like every time he said goodbye.

 

"Don't you go down together?" I asked when I saw that Alan acted like he would drop me off and return. Don't you go down to greet Charlie and the others like every time? "You can go in. Charlie already told you."

 

"I know, Charlie already told me," Alan replied. The corner of his mouth raised a thin smile as if trying to make everything look normal. But I couldn't recognise the normality of that at all. "But it's considerate. It's hard to move the lab due to safety concerns. I don't have any business; I don't want to mess around. So we can work easily."

 

I made eye contact with him, trying to understand his explanation with a neutral mind. It's an understandable reason. But I don't know why I can't tell myself to believe it. Does this mean that I'm not trusting him?

 

"Why do you make such a face?" Pho Alan asked with a smile, as usual. He was probably worried that I was silent and refused to answer, but he was still trying to be relaxed to maintain the atmosphere.

 

Alan is always like this. He is a serious person who pretends not to think about anything because he fears that the people around him will be stressed as well. Naturally, he is familiar with his stress and can endure it. But P’Alan can't stand the fact that he makes other people's days less bright.

 

"This... Just Charlie, he asked me to drop you off. At first, he told me. That you won't tell anyone about this thing that isn't?"

 

Why?

 

So far, why hasn't he said it?

 

"I'll have to overhaul Dean again. I've been doing it for many days and can't finish. He's starting to complain, " he continued, saying something I knew was true. But at the same time, I knew it was just an excuse. "You go in. I'll pick you up in the evening?"

 

"Pu Alan.... Is there anything?"

 

I think it's better to wait for him to speak first. I want him to talk with his intention and say what he wants when he's ready, not because I pressured him to speak. But now it seems that time and understanding won't help at all. He keeps his mouth shut, pretending in front of me and letting this awkwardness go on until I can't help but wonder when he starts thinking about my feelings.

 

Even if he asked directly, he was still.

 

"Jeff said I won't ask anymore. I want to wait for you to say it yourself. But now Jeff can't stand it anymore. Jeff doesn't know what's going on, but Jeff is uncomfortable. If Jeff does something wrong, can you tell Jeff?" He again. It's clear he already has a definite answer. Just don't dare to say. Just come out.

 

"Jeff didn't do anything wrong. I'm not angry with Jeff."

 

"Then what is it? Why are you so strange?" In my heart, I thought that this would be too much pressure. Am I making him feel bad? I have become the kind of fan who used to promise myself I would not be decisive. But to endure this kind of awkwardness and confusion is too tricky. "Or is it because of Charlie...

 

Are you angry with Charlie?"

 

"No, I've never been angry with Charlie," he replied with a strong voice and a serious expression. But what made me even more confused was his eyes, which seemed to communicate differently. With the answer he gave me, "What he asked, I understand everything. I'm not addicted to anything."

 

"Then why do you have to avoid Charlie? Why are you acting strange with Jeff?"

 

"What's strange?" he asked. I'm normal."

 

"If Jeff usually asks?"

 

"Does Jeff think that he might be just overthinking?"

 

"Don't throw it to Jeff and Pu Alan."

 

At first, when I asked, I was standing by his side, holding his hand with understanding and trying my best to make him open up to communicate without pressure. But as soon as he started distorting the truth, he wanted me to doubt my memory and perception. These things made me step out and stand on the opposite side. No matter when we quarrel, I always accept his opinion and listen to his reasons with an open mind. Although sometimes I don't agree at all. But this is too far across the line. I prayed he would not meet my grievances with the word 'think for yourself,' but he did.

 

"I'm just saying that it's nothing." His tone of voice began to change. His eyes began to reflect on my shadow in the shape of an idiot who invites you to quarrel with nonsense. "I'm just here. Just ask anything. I'll answer. He's  trying to throttle it so that there's a problem." So Alan will call me when he's irritated. Or when we fight, which is strange. For others, this word is probably a pronoun that takes more time to be.

 

"Do you look at Jeff like that?" I get more and more irritable when I fight.

Alan doesn't know me at all. And I don't know him either. "It's like suddenly looking for trouble. Suddenly inviting quarrels. Do you usually look at Jeff like this?"

 

He didn't answer. Instead of answering my question, he sighed and turned away.

 

"Don't turn your head away."

 

"Don't order me, Jeff."

 

He was angry, even though these things usually never made him look at me with eyes like that. Pho Alan is always calm, especially with me. Even if I misunderstood a matter, he tried to explain with cause and effect until I understood. No matter who was wrong at that time, after opening up to talk, all the bad feelings that he was carrying would disappear as if they had never happened before.

 

But this time... He's making me feel worse and worse by acting like I don't know anyone. Someone I don't know, Someone I'll never fall in love with if I know he's like this from the first day. I'm narrower than I thought.

 

"Jeff didn't order, but Jeff didn't like that you turned away when Jeff was talking to you," I said stiffly. "Because if you do that, Jeff will understand that you intend not to listen to each other."

 

"So, did you listen to me?"

 

"Have you ever thought about speaking directly to Jeff?" Finally, it ended in silence. We both realised that we didn't want to be listeners anymore. We have many words in our hearts. The name matches our feelings and hurts the person in front of us at the same time. We want to speak out to prove that our ideas are correct, to show that they have enough weight to overwrite the nonsense of the other party, without caring how much we have to lose before we get here.

 

"If you still insist, you will continue to do it this way. You don't have to pick me up this evening. Jeff is going to sleep at Charlie's."

 

At the end of that, I opened the door and got out of the car. Before slamming the door, it closed loudly with anger. If it were normal, I would have been hit by Ed. But this time, I knew he would not lower the mirror to look at my face again. When I could still look, he chose not to.

 

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I heard a car parked near the lab's entrance for a while, but no one got out. Listening to the engine and the sound of tyres grinding on the pebbles was enough to guess whose car it was. Therefore, I was not very alert. Jeff told me last night that he would help at the lab today.

 

Everyone is on the second floor, including Touch, Liu and Dr Chris. Lately, they have been entering the lab from morning to evening. The main reason is the tense situation. Dr Chris also has a guideline that he wants to experiment with as soon as possible. My researchers work together. There is almost no time to sit, fight, or set up a circle like in the past. Even though our work has the opportunity to progress, it is good. But there is no denying that sitting quietly alone for such a long time is lonely.

 

Our new lab is twice as big as the old one. Because it is an old warehouse, there is plenty of usable space. The ground floor is a vast hall with high ceilings. The second floor has a balcony in the corridor. Surrounding the whole warehouse, making it possible to look from the second floor down to the lower hall. There are three rooms below (excluding the bathroom). Initially, it was an empty room because Dr Chris still didn't know what to do. But now every room has its duties. One room is a storage room. Equipment used for events both inside and outside the lab, such as cameras, tripods, drones, mobile whiteboards, and other office equipment, is called celery. The second room next to the inside is prepared for a Live broadcast because it is large and the light is right. But since moving here, I haven't had a chance to use it once. Now I have the status of a semi-lost person (Netizens call it that), but soon I should have to go back to appear in front of the media.

 

The last room in the innermost is my bedroom. As I said, the lab is quite far from the city, which is also far from my house. When I work until dark, I will sleep here. Other people have their rooms too. But they are all on the second floor. I volunteered to sleep downstairs because I realised my ears and eyes were faster than the villagers. If something happens from outside, the people on the ground floor should be aware of it first, and everyone should be mindful that they do not object to anything. Liu also supports the idea, ' It's good to have a dog to watch the house.'

 

Tonight, I plan to sleep in the lab. Because there is still a work plan for the next campaign that needs to be managed for a long time. The more at night, the more my brain works. Instead of driving to the city and back to sleep at home, it's better to spend the time there continuing work.

 

While I was sitting, turning the chair back and forth because I couldn't think of anything to work on, the door unlocked. Finally, the regular guest moved out of the car. I don't know if there were a lot of things today that it took so long to open the door.

 

"I thought I was going to sleep in front of me," I said when I heard the sound of the door opening. I didn't turn my head to look because, suddenly, a keyword popped up in my head. I had to write it down in my notebook before it disappeared quickly. Lately, I've been even more lost and lost. "P'Alan bent.

 

Really?"

 

I couldn't help teasing. At first, I thought the captain's father would get out of the car to say hello like every time, but I only heard the sound of one pair of footsteps. Plus, it was the rubber soles of sneakers, not leather shoes, that I realised that only Jeff walked in.

 

Even though I had already said hello, there was no reply. The abnormality alarm immediately sounded, so I took my eyes off the notebook's page and turned to look.

The younger brother, Jeff, was silent as if he hadn't opened his mouth. He was still standing in front of the door. He looked straight at me. His expression can be called plain. But if you look deeper than that, it's more like the empty face of a more shocked person.

 

"Jeff?" I asked him, "What's wrong?"

 

Next to that question, the younger brother's lips began to tremble, the corner of his eye.

 

Track down the red edges of the eyes in just a few seconds.

 

I left everything and rushed to him. Before pulling him in and hugging him tightly, Jeff hugged me and replied, tucking his face down on my shoulders before letting go as if I were going to turn on the emotional storm switch.

 

It's been a long time since I've seen Jeff cry like this.

 

Usually, I encounter a little problem and prefer to cry. Jeff is a good listener and counsellor. Often, people are good at other people's affairs. Know what the problem is and how to solve it. Sharply analyses step by step, but falls off the horse and dies when it's his own business. But Jeff is not like that. He did well, even if it's his own story. Even though he doesn't get used to it, he has stress and tears like the general public. It's a way to manage problems and emotions in a particular form. He admits that he is stressed and cries out to release the feelings packed inside. And after that, the torture is over. Jeff will solve his problems every time. As for me, my only duty is to hug him when he cries. I hope he can do that this time, too.

 

I took him to sit on the sofa in the middle of the hall and let him cry. I can guess the reason why Jeff is like this. How many things will there be that make people like Jeff shed tears? Combined with other clues, such as that he spent more time walking towards me than usual and walking in alone, even though someone came to send it. That's enough to patch up.

 

After looking at the box, I whispered, "The tissue will run out. “ 

“Do you want me to pick up a new box?"

 

"No need," Jeff refused. His nose was red like a reindeer's. His eyes were swollen. In my mind, I had many mocking words about his funny face, but I chose to keep them in the same place because it looked like it was not the time to tease him. "Stop it, okay."

 

"Oh..." I looked at my brother puzzledly. Even though I knew Jeff was not like other children, I didn't think he was good enough to bear his tears. The child pulled another tissue to wipe the remaining tears. Take a few deep breaths before the tears stop flowing, and there is no sobbing anymore. "Is this okay?"

 

"Ugh... It's been a long time since I've stopped, but it's been a long time since I've been crying, so I've been crying a lot."

 

"Huh?"

 

The more I say, the more I understand. But there is no reason to find an explanation for that matter. The most important thing now is probably why my brother cried until the box of tissues ran out like this.

 

"Are you fighting with Pu Alan?"

 

"Yeah," Jeff replied before sighing. "Don't have such a serious fight. It's been a long time."

 

"Believe to the point of losing tears."

 

"Well, Alan is an idiot."

 

"Is it like this in front of him?"

 

"I didn't say it."

 

"That's good." I nodded while sweeping the tear-soaked tissues on the table into the trash can. In my heart, I thought that if the gang on the second floor came down to see a trash can full of used tissues like this, I would have been charged with a big charge. "I'm so sorry that Babe  is stupid."

 

"But Babe is stupid."

"Maybe, isn't it better not to say it?" Jeff chuckled in his throat. He shook his head as if he saw that I was very stingy regarding Babe's story. In my corner, I think it might look like that. But at the same time, I don't feel that it's bad. I have dignity like everyone else and love it no less than anyone else. But sometimes, if it's not too much, I'm willing to cut my dignity in half to understand someone I want to keep in my life. The logic is that simple.

 

"All of them can't like it. No matter how good it is, there must be some days.

I feel like I can't do it at all."

 

"I know I don't want everything to be as you want, but this story..." Jeff took a deep breath. It seems that just talking about it is enough for the ruins of the emotional storm that just passed to fall on his mind easily. "Jeff doesn't know what to do. Alan has never been like this. Can't talk, can't do anything. Just touch a little bit and quarrel."

 

"When it can be anything... Can't you realise it?"

 

"I tried to think of it, but I couldn't."

 

He knew he had tried his best from his facial expressions. Since dating Pu Alan, I've never seen Jeff like this before. Honestly, I see them as an almost perfect couple. They are calm and reasonable, listen to each other, and trust each other to the extent that they have hardly ever been jealous. But they always recognise the deep love. Although the people at work say that Ph Alan and Jeff have a relationship like that of a retired couple, I see it as a lasting, enviable love.

 

"Are you fighting because of that? That you said you wanted to ask?"

 

"Yeah, try asking."

 

"When he doesn't answer, he gets angry, right?"

 

"Well, it's clear that it's not normal. He will still say that there's nothing.

 

Don't you miss Jeff? How uncomfortable is Jeff?"

 

"I understand that you feel that way. It's uncomfortable." I listened and replied calmly. And do you think Pu Alan will be uncomfortable because he is not ready to discuss this with you?"

 

Jeff is gone. I know he is listening to me and considering it with his cause-and-effect system. Babe once said that when Jeff and I talk, we are like characters in movies outside the mainstream who like to talk nonsense. Speak softly in the throat and leave longer before replying than usual. But I see that there is nothing strange. Ordinary people should listen and think first. To answer something back, not just listen to the past and spit out what is prepared in the mind without direction. What is the use of that conversation?

 

"It's probably like that," Jeff replied softly, looking at his toes as if he felt guilty, even though I didn't mean to make him feel that way. But it's like a matter of interpretation. I probably can't change anything. "He changed; it's probably because he’s  uncomfortable."

 

"I'm not saying that you're wrong, Jeff. I want you to calm down. I still feel that he must have a reason to do this. And you're a boyfriend. Living in the same house, you should know him better than anyone else."

 

I think of myself as being too logical about other people's things. At the same time, my affairs are so messy that I don't know how to deal with it. I wouldn't dare to teach anyone like this if it were someone else. But it's good that I'm less shy than the average person. So I can remind my sister even though I'm barely conscious anymore.

 

"When you went to talk to him, didn't you have anything to use?" Jeff asked what I talked to Pu Alan about the sample of the missing drug a few days ago. Only Pu Alan and I knew all the conversations that took place. Jeff couldn't help but wonder.

 

"As I said, it's nothing. I don't think he's the one who took it. I ask so that everyone can feel at ease and make it fair to the suspected people."

 

"But Po Alan is strange to you. He acts like he doesn't want to see you," Jeff 

Again, I can't stop digging for the cause of Pu Alan's strange behaviour. "Don't you feel any strange?"

 

"No, when we meet, he's normal."

 

"But just now, he was not normal. He was invited to you but refused to come in until he quarrelled. Let's go."

 

I'm out of ways to help. If this kind of person doesn't say it himself, trying to guess is hard to help with. Therefore, I can only support my brother. If it's another matter, I may try to help more. But this is a relationship between two people. No matter how expert or experienced, outsiders like me can't understand every corner as well as the two of them.

 

"It's going to get better. Just have to calm down with it."

 

"Has it been cleared of you?"

 

The pit was reduced within a few seconds. I let go of the ungrateful child's shoulder. Staring at the face like a story, but that kid laughed.

 

"You won't keep talking like this anymore."

 

"Oh... I'm sorry." Jeff stretched out his hand to scratch my chin like teasing a puppy. I brushed his hand away in annoyance. And, of course, this bad boy likes my reaction. "Don't get Touchy"

 

"Not touchy, annoyed."

 

"It's annoying like this, so I broke up with my boyfriend twice."

 

"Jeff"

 

At first, I was glad that at least Jeff wasn't so bad that he couldn't smile, but when I didn't want him to be sadder. A little more is still good.

 

My three scout researchers came down to have lunch and dinner together (because they can't eat in the laboratory). The three of them were silent. They were like there was something in.

 

They head all the time, opening their mouths to receive food into their mouths. But refused to open their mouths, as if afraid the information in their heads would flow out. They swapped everything into their stomachs within five minutes, gathered their cutlery plates into the sink and rushed back to the lab. They behaved like that with both meals until Jeff and I didn't dare to ask for anything. But understand that scientists must have a time of obsession with him, too.

 

In conclusion, no one went home.

 

It's not just the group of researchers and me, but Jeff himself would like to stay here. He said that during the day, he told Pu Alan he didn't have to pick him up if he insisted on repeating the same behaviour in the evening. The result was as follows. There was no sign of the captain's father until now; it was almost noon. I don't know whether Jeff is still waiting for Alan. Because he kept bowing his head and writing a plan to propose to me since noon. I didn't hear him talking about Alan again when the tears were dry. On the one hand, I felt a little sorry for my brother; this time, Po Alan didn't give up. But on the other hand, I think it might be better if the two tried to separate. In case they have time to be with themselves and review many things

 

"Do you want to take a shower first?" I removed my glasses to protect my eyes and put them on my desk. First, I turned to my brother, who was sitting on the sofa. The attitude looked serious. If I didn't chase myself to shower first, I doubt this child would sit and watch me forever. "Go take a shower in my room. Come out and call me."

 

"Okay," It's good that Jeff is not stubborn about this. He closed the notebook and put it on the low table.

 

In front of the sofa, "Borrow all the things."

 

"Come on," I nodded before I stopped because I could think of something.

 

"Do you have underwear?"

 

"Can you not mess around?"

 

"Oh, I'm worried. If I don't have it, I'll find it for you."

 

"No," Jeff emphasised firmly. He seemed embarrassed by my question.

But it's essential. As a brother, why can't you ask? "Jeff has grown up."

 

"I don't say anything," I answered casually. "I don't think I have to make a disgusted face.

 

That much... When you have a boyfriend, you forget about your brother."

 

"What is it related to?"

 

"I didn't see you before."

 

"Well, Jeff is an adult. Why are you in a mess, Charlie?"

 

"Well, when you grow up, you grow up." I gave up easily. I am waving my hand to chase the child who has grown up to quit.

 

My brother scolded me and went to take a shower. "I'm going to take a shower when I grow up."

 

"I've already gone; no need to order."

 

After Jeff finished speaking, he immediately walked away. Now, in the spacious hall, there is only me left. The atmosphere is so quiet that it's heartbreaking. I don't know whether the second floor will disperse into the bedroom or remain in the laboratory. I don't dare to bother myself. In a few days, when I asked about the laboratory, the three would say in the same voice, 'Don't interfere.' So I can only sit alone in the hall below.

 

Sitting quietly, alone for less than ten minutes. The sound of a pair of footsteps ran into my auditory nerve. I turned to look at the source of the voice and saw the target clearly for the first time. Liu was walking down the stairs with a sluggish attitude. Under the dark eyes, the head was messy, as never seen before. She looked at my face with a facial expression. 'What are you looking at? I don't know?' If I had to answer, I would answer, 'Who is this condition? You have to look at it.'

 

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" I asked as I looked at the only female researcher on the team, who was walking straight to the bar counter. She opened the refrigerator and swept three bottles of energy drinks before dragging her feet down on the sofa in the middle of the hall.

 

"Did you see that you have slept yet?" Although the condition differs from a zombie's, the mouth still works well without falling. Liu twisted her wrist to open the bottle of the energy drink you loved before looking up. It went down the throat at once. Looking at it, it seems more like I'm sitting in a liquor store than Dop Su.

 

Again, "Is Jeff back?"

 

"Pussy", I shook my head. "Go take a shower"

 

"Oh, are you sleeping here?"

 

"Uh, quarrelled with my boyfriend"

 

"Oh... My little boy," The prophetic goddess, seems to be trying to make a face of sympathy. But now her face is almost not indented at all. Suppose you don't see that your eyes are still blinking and your mouth is moving. She would not be any different from a wax figure that speaks well. "People in love are chaotic and can't stop."

 

"It's normal. No couple is dating, and they don't fight."

 

"If you leave the mouth of someone who broke up with your boyfriend as a hobby, you will believe it with all your heart." And don't come back to me anyway. Since that day, I've been teased every day. Everyone acted like they sympathised, but still found a chance to poke my knot all the time. Take turns stabbing each other two wounds until now the whole body is pruned.

 

"Really, when will you stop teasing?"

 

"Until there is another matter, let the wheel instead."

 

Looks like she's desperate. Because in my life, there shouldn't be anything more worth mocking than this one.

 

Again.

 

"Do you miss him?"

 

Liu asked without a care after sitting in silence for a moment. Her voice changed a little. I realised the seriousness. Therefore, I interpreted this as a show of concern in the form of a mean doctor.

 

"Babe?"

 

"Or is there anyone else?"

 

Your concern is wanting.

"I miss him," I answered without the need to think about wasting brain energy. However, thinking of Babe now makes me feel much pain in my heart. But I can't deny that he is always him in my mind. It's always been like that until it has become an automatic system. No matter how hard we fight, even if we break up or even when I'm angry or angry, he almost dies. In the end, my heart still leaves room for Babe unconditionally. "Missing him normally."

 

"How is it?"

 

"Nostalgia, right?"

 

"The feeling of loving others more than yourself"

 

Liu was leaning against the sofa's back. The softness of the couch almost swallowed her small body. Her voice was exhausted as if she was about to fall asleep. But she was still trying to find something to talk to, as if she was afraid of falling asleep.

 

"I don't love Babe more than myself."

 

"This... I'm done, Doctor."

 

"Oh," I exclaimed softly, looking at the young researcher with no understanding. It's the one who asked me. When I answered, I realised I was lying like that. What's wrong with him? "Honestly, I don't love Babe more than myself."

 

"But as far as I can see, it's not like that."

 

"If I care for him, it means I love him more than I love myself. I think Liu must try. I left the lab to find some love."

 

"It's not just that you take care of him a little bit," Liu said, looking up at the top of the leaning head. I don't know what she's looking at. Or maybe she didn't look at anything. Still, open your eyes. "You can give up everything for him, accept everything. Until being fooled by him."

 

"Hmm.." I think, according to Liu's words. I admit that it hurts a little bit to listen because it's like I'm both stupid and have no dignity. In my opinion, I've never looked at myself like that. "If we talk about what happened, it would be right. I might do what you said."

 

"How do you use it? Because you love Babe more than yourself."

 

"But this one is not."

 

"So answer one question," Liu kept silent momentarily as if he was telling.

 

I prepared. "Can you die instead of Babe?"

 

"Of course"

 

I answered as soon as I finished listening to the question. Silence moved between us. I'm unsure what Liu thinks or how she feels about my answer. The only thing I'm sure of is the answer that came out of my mouth. I can say that I've never been so confident in anything before.

 

"So isn't this called love more than yourself?"

 

"If Liu's self-love is the same as mine, I don't think it can be called that. Of course."

 

The image of that night swirled back into my head without waiting for an invitation. The image of Babe crying until I trembled. He hugged my arm. Every thought and feeling came out without being compiled. It was like he was trying to say everything he could think of. Everything he thought would make me understand and forgive. Everything was heavy enough to hold me. The last time I saw Babe cry so hard was when he knew the truth about me. And the next time, I knew some of his truth.

 

"Everything I do is for myself," I replied flatly. At the same time, I sweep my eyes around the warehouse, which has been decorated so that it doesn't look like a warehouse. It's like a secret military base that I would be very excited about. Because the ridiculous childhood dream had come true, when that image appeared before me, I felt a little depressed that I had to be here. Indeed, the mission I received was not as fun and exciting as I had imagined. But it's so scary that it's so frightening to fall asleep every night. It's also painful that I don't know how to get through it.

"I do everything to protect Babe. I realise that without him, I'm not worried. But I'm worried about myself. I'm afraid that one day, without him, my life will have no goals, dreams, or anything else.”

 

Those things are so scary. Just talking about them makes me tremble and flutter as they will happen. Because of this, I do everything I can to prevent them.

 

"Even if we are not dating, even if he deceives me, I can't look at him now. But in the end, I want him to be there. I want to recognise that he is safe, anywhere, with anyone who can make him happy and care for him. That's all I can live with."

 

I haven't thought about these things for a long time. It's good that Liu asked. Now, after being obsessed with methods for so long, I feel like I've reviewed my goals again.

 

"So if you ask why you choose to die instead, you have to answer because that's the way that I'll be happier. I don't believe in the afterlife. I think people who die just become ashes, dust, fertiliser, don't recognise, don't feel anything else. That's the advantage of my dying before him."

 

"But if he dies before me, the rest of my life is no different from hell. I can't let it go. I have no way I can get through it. I can't forget him. I'm not that good. That's why I'd better choose to die instead. Because it's the only way I don't have to get hurt. I don't even care what happens after I die. I only care about myself. I care that I don't have to get hurt."

 

"There is no way to think of those who love others more than themselves." Once again, the silence occurred between us. I don't know whether Liu is still listening or asleep. But that doesn't matter; it is not essential. The important thing is that I've dived into my thoughts. I haven't encountered the identity and deep desire for a long time. I feel like I've come back to see myself more clearly, not just the picture—a body with blurred edges like in the past.

 

"We hope Babe will think like you," Liu said after a long silence, insisting that she has been listening to me all the time. It doesn't work to fall asleep in any way. "Two people who are trying to die for each other... It should be something fun."

 

"Babe doesn't think like me," I just laughed. "I think he's stronger. I'm not as selfish as him."

 

"I thought it was the first time you broke up with Babe because you felt that Babe was selfish again."

"That's not right to say that." I tried to reflect on the night we broke up to review some feelings. But it was pretty tricky to do because my brain kept blocking it according to the pain prevention mechanism that was beyond my control. "I should be disappointed because Babe is more selfish like me. I'm angry that he doesn't care about his death."

 

"What about you saying you want to help others?"

 

"Hmm.. That's it."

 

I think I understand myself well, but sometimes, I may never understand anything. My ideas may be wrong. I'm living with the contradictions that I created myself. I hope to be able to answer all questions without hesitation one day if I still have enough time to learn a little more.

 

"Something I may not want to help anyone."

 

Liu didn't answer anything, as if she had deliberately left a space for me to find the answer and fill that blank by myself.

 

The hall was quiet, even though two people were sitting together. But without dialogue, Liu still left her body lying on the sofa. Looking at the ceiling, I was arguing with myself because of a stimulus that led to a realisation.

 

My Hunch is working. Something is going to happen... Something serious. But I don't know what it is.

 

"Liu"

 

"Uh..." The owner of the name responded to her name. She seemed to be about to fall asleep.

 

"Please give me a hand."

 

"Let's go play somewhere else, kid." Liu didn't cooperate, so she closed her eyes and ran away. But that's probably because I didn't explain clearly. "Let's rest my eyes for a moment." I jumped up from the chair and rushed to grab her arm. Liu was startled as she opened her eyes. She stared at my face with confusion. And because of the heat of the heart, I couldn't explain anything immediately. But fortunately, Liu is witty enough. I think she should be able to guess my strange attitude now. That's why she agreed to sit still for me to hold. The question is like that without any of them.

 

I focused firmly. Within a few seconds, the image I wanted to see flashed in my mind. Some scenes are unclear and hard to see because they depict events from Liu's perspective, but many important images help us understand what will happen in the near future.

 

My premonition is correct.

 

"What?" When I let go of her wrist, Liu immediately asked, "You see.

 

What?"

 

"Go upstairs, pack everything important in the safe, lock the lab door, call Everyone who lives in a room, turn off all the lights, and stay as quiet as possible," I said, sweeping all the essential items into my shoulder bag. Pull out all the plugs that connect the computer before opening the side, taking out the gun, and stuffing it in the waist, while Liu could only look at her eyes. She opened her mouth as if waiting for the rhythm to ask the hundred and eighty-eight questions that popped up in her head.

 

"Huh?" That was the first word from her mouth, "Wait... What is this?"

 

"Someone is coming," I replied, "Tell everyone to prepare."

"Now?"

 

"Yes"

 

"Who?"

 

"Probably not our friend."

 

I picked up the car keys and put my bag over my shoulders before turning to look around and reviewing again to see what else needed to be dealt with.

 

"So, where are you going?" Liu got up and looked at my face. Her demeanour was exhausted and sleepy, and yawning disappeared in the blink of an eye. Now, she seems more alert than usual.

 

"Go lure", I replied in a smooth voice.

 

"Huh?"

 

"Lure them not to come here."

Liu froze. Looking at that messy face, she should be processing.

 

I'm serious about whether to support my plan.

 

"Alone?"

 

"Then why take others as a burden?"

 

"This kid..."

 

The researcher's sister gritted her teeth and said. She raised her hand to act like Khun Jae, who was about to hit. The good-mouthed brother who spoke on the spiral. If it were a typical episode, I would have wanted to find more things to be scolded. But we don't have much time now. I have to hurry out of here, whether Liu agrees or not.

 

"Lock all the doors. Tell everyone to take care of themselves," I said, ending while the long-footed girl went straight to the exit door. "And don't worry, I'm going alone, more flexible, promising not to let them come here."

 

I heard Liu's voice, as if she were shouting behind him, before she ran into the car. I couldn't catch what she was saying. But if you guess, it's probably a curse word that suits people like me.

 

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I drove out of the lab aimlessly. I didn't even know where those bastards were. The image he saw in Liu's future didn't clearly show the origin. There was only a picture, which was probably the result. That is, they invaded the lab. I saw everyone was caught crouching on the ground. Two wounds hurt each person. As for me, I seemed to be hit harder than the villagers. The shoulder blades were so hard that I couldn't see them. This means that would happen if I let them invade the lab.

 

There are many perpetrators, but only one person can see his face clearly: Winner.

 

Just by seeing her face, he can find the root cause. From my analysis, I think Tony's side is hot. They should be under pressure from time and other factors, causing them to hurry to deal with our side. Otherwise, it would not have used such an outrageous method after trying to use ingenious plans to play us from the shadows all the time. The fact that they have played against here means it is also at a stop.

 

One of their goals, of course, is our research data and drug samples; another very likely thing is me. If talking about utilisation, I don't think Tony is stupid enough to hope to bring me back to use. It should be the person who knows best that even if I die, I cannot follow his orders. Therefore, what it wants from me is more likely to be death.

 

If I were Tony, I would like to eliminate annoying thorns like myself. And if my assumption is true, when our cars are on the road, they have to choose to change direction to follow me instead of heading to the lab, like I'm doing now.

 

I glanced at the rearview mirror of the red Supra MK4 that had just driven me, and suddenly turned the other four or five cars behind each other to turn the steering wheel. Until other vehicles on the road honked and scolded each other, that red guy didn't seem shaken. It immediately stepped on the accelerator to chase me when it was set up.

 

I saw the driver's driving style and the stupid things they were doing. Without thinking about it that way, I immediately knew who was behind the wheel. No matter how many more cars I changed, it couldn't change the driver's habits. Because he was sent to prison for two years, he still came out to follow the same leader's ass. If this guy wasn't bad in his bloodline, he would be too stupid to cure.

 

Winner and the wheel behind me as expected. As for me, I tried to drive as far away from the lab as possible. I turned along the route to run out of the city. I need to avoid the line with a lot of traffic because I can't control the speed normally now. If I drive into the town, a stray may hit someone. So now I must take that idiot as far away from people as possible.

 

There are fewer cars on the road. The road is cleared up to the track at the racetrack. Winner’s gang is easier to chase me. The black and green cars separated from the train and accelerated almost parallel to my car. It seems that they are trying to give me no way to escape. Both cars squeezed in as if preparing to clash from the beginning. Judging from the skills and the vehicles they drive, these guys should also be racers. I didn't know that Tony had so many subordinates as racers. I thought there would be only one loser.

 

The farther I drive, the fewer Ram Ban Chong buildings there are on the side of the road. I randomly turn into an alley without paying attention to the navigation system anymore. Now I don't have time to think about that size. I know I have to lure them to a place where I can easily manage them. There are almost no people in this neighbourhood. There is only open land on both sides of the road, with forests alternating. It's good that there are some street lights. But the distance from one light pole to another is quite far. If there is no highlight to help, visibility now is flawed.

 

Driving straight for about a kilometre. The gang of hopes seemed to be unable to stand it. The green car rushed in and hit my car so hard that I almost lost control. Fortunately, I was still good enough to support it in time. Unfortunately, before I set up properly, I was hit by another wheel that was shot on the other side. My car staggered again. But I still forced the steering wheel until I could continue. The winner is still driving my ass. There seems to be no sign of accelerating or crashing into the collision, as with the subordinates. If I had to guess, it would be to replace the car. What is the reason for being stingy?

 

I was hit all around, but no car could overtake me. This matter must be credited to Alan, who customised the car to the best of his ability. He made my youngest son both agile and fierce to please his father the most. Another part would be thanks to the person who bought this car for me with affection. But I think he probably didn't plan to let me take seven beautiful RX cars to drive with other cars like this.

 

They chased me into the old car cemetery, a large concrete yard with hundreds of car wrecks. Some cars still look complete. There are all the parts, while some vehicles are left with only the frame. They are arranged almost in an orderly manner. A steel frame of at least three metres high is arranged in blocks. Used to store car wrecks arranged up to full height. It's like a high shelf in a supermarket. And there is a walkway in the middle between each lock. Here is the same. The difference is that the goods on the floor are not tissues or seasonings. But it is the wreckage of decommissioned cars instead. 

 

Bang!

 

The sound of gunshots rang out before it was followed by the sound of hitting the back of my car. It was shaking. It looked like they were out of the mood to chase each other. That's why they started lowering the glass and sending bearings to help me catch it again. Every car has at least one gun. They shot at the same time while driving my car. Now, I can only try to drive away. From one lock to another lock. Breaking the steering wheel with full force until the concrete floor on the wheel is a rainbow curve. Even though it's the next second, I can't help but regret that Babe didn't come to see my last drift. I think it's a curve.

I just did the best I've ever done.

 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

A bullet went through the mirror on the driver's side and entered the cabin. I don't know how it got close to my head. Even from the trajectory of the bullet, it should be enough to pierce my skull. Or because it was predetermined from the beginning that people like me would never die because of something like this. If you get hit by one bullet in the temple for just a few seconds, you will die. That would be too much torture.

 

Bang! Bang!

 

I lowered the glass and shot the garden back some. And the results came out. It's pretty satisfying because I'm going to fall off one car. The purple Sylvia S15 lost its rotation before swinging it to hit the pile of scrap and then stay still. I can only keep points with myself in my heart, along with shrinking my head to avoid bullets. Now, the mirror on the driver's side has a hole in it. The rest is cracked until it becomes cloudy glass outside. Half of it worries me because I can see less of the surroundings. The other half is concerned that Alan will curse me because I took the car he couldn't sleep in and decorated it to go to the battlefield, leaving it messy.

 

Bang!

 

"Damn"

 

Another shot into the windshield. The bullet penetrated the driver's side seat. If I take it tonight, whoever sits with you will not survive.

 

The windshield was cracked because of the impact of the bullet. Fortunately, it was not so finely broken that it was not visible, unlike the car door glass. But it was considered annoying that I accidentally left. And from the situation, I was clearly at a disadvantage. Now, I must think of how to deal with them immediately, because there is nothing to confirm that the next bullet will be kind to me, as many previous shots have been.

 

Bang!

The last shot came from Winner. It relies on the rhythm of my car just falling out of the corner. I can't shoot another shot. I can't tell whether it was accurate or random because I don't know what it's intended to achieve. If you say the target is my head, I can estimate that the skill is terrible. But if its goal is the hood lock, I must pay tribute to the car's hood. The hood opened to cover the entire windshield. Now, my vision is almost zero. There is only the window on the driver's side that I can use to look outside, which is considered the most unnatural driving. But if you have to park and close the hood now, besides having more opportunities to say goodbye to the world, it's probably the world that may be the stupidest in history. So now I have only one choice. That is to drive it all like this.

 

"Stop squirming, puppy!"

 

Winner drew a race against the sound of the engine. Its tone of voice still sounds annoying, as always. I've felt this way since I first met the first few people. Seeing each other a few times is enough to guess that it's the type of dog that barks loudly but doesn't know how to bite, even if it's only a subordinate for the whole nation. People like it will never lead anyone anyway. But if it's a troublemaker, it's probably enough.

 

I have four enemies. My car is clearly at a disadvantage. The brain that has not worked normally for a long time needs to throttle the full processing power because I have to find a way out now. If it's just a little slower than this... There is no hope for sure.

 

I can't lose here.

 

I scanned my eyes with Babes Sense, allowing me to see far in detail. But here, there is nothing but a condo and an old car. In my car, I only have one gun. There are only a few bullets left. Plus, the vehicle was pierced until it was pruned. I heard the sound of Kaeng Kui's cars scattering in different directions. Their speeds are different. And there is one of them that the vehicle is in trouble because my ears can catch strange sounds from the engine. But of course, their condition is still much better than mine now. If I had to guess, it would intend to surround.

 

Me to close the escape. No matter what you think, the possible way is almost gone. Then... I would have to choose the path that seemed impossible. I turned the car and rushed straight into the innermost edge of the car cemetery. Behind me was Winner's Supra, who was chasing me with many bullets. Next to the lock was a green car. And if I guessed wrong, the other two vehicles would rush from both sides. As soon as I emerged from this lock to the intersection, they would block the left and right escape. Finally, I would be surrounded in all directions, completely out of debt.

 

My heart beats fast. Not only because I was chased. But because I don't know if the slightest possibility in my head will exist now. If I were correct, I would have escaped from here. But if the plan is wrong, it should be the cause of death that makes me ashamed.

 

Finally, I was surrounded as expected. The sound of the engine roaring from all directions made me feel like a shamba, the wild cub in the cartoon The Lion King. As for those bums, they are dogs about to bite the lion cubs. Ask if you are afraid. I don't feel afraid. But my heart beats until it seems to explode now; it's mostly excitement.

 

Shouldn't I have had fun at a time like this? Everything happened within an instant. I took a deep breath. Counting one to three in my heart. Before I stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to full power, my car spun. Swinging into the wreckage, which was lined up as high as a two-story building. The steel frame was hit hard, shaking, and the demobilised cars without a place to hold were attacked, preparing to collapse to the bottom. It took me a fraction of a second to release my right hand from the steering wheel. Along with a full finger kick before everything stopped.

 

Winner, who looked straight at me, was gasping. His eyes widened like a ghost. The car's wheels, which had been spinning, were stopped. Even the dust that came up was utterly still, no different from a painting—a considerable number of vehicles that should have collapsed, floating in the air.

 

I only spent a few seconds controlling the time. Step on the accelerator, hit the entire steel frame pole and took my son out of the cemetery of the car in a ruined state.

 

Chrome!

 

When walking again, everything that had been suspended in the air was bent by force. The counterweight pulls back to the ground.

 

Leaving the dogs in the massive pile of scrap metal. I can't predict whether it will hurt a little or a lot. But for sure, they will take longer to get out.

 

"Buy a little more time."

 

I mumbled to myself while driving back to the lab. The relief at escaping danger should make my heart beat back to a normal rhythm. But the betrayal body did the opposite. My heart was pounding. Breathing was difficult. The pain was running all over my head as if being squeezed by a huge head. Suddenly, I was confused about what I was doing here. How long has it been? And why do I feel like everything is wrong in the wrong way?

 

The strange symptoms recurred for less than a minute before everything returned to normal. It's normal. But I know that at the moment, the most unusual thing is... Myself.