PitBabe series2

This building used to make me nervous every time I visited. It's so high that I can't see the top of the old blue mirror. The old blue mirror reflects the sun like stained glass in the church. The shadow is like someone cleaning it every hour. The tile floor I'm stepping on is the same. If you look carefully when you bend down, you may see wrinkles on my face. The chandelier hanging on the ceiling in the middle of the entrance hall is huge. 

 

Decorated with sparkling crystals when the light is yellow. I like to look up and imagine what it will be like. And of course, I pray that it doesn't fall on my head, because that would not make for a wonderful picture.

 

Everything here is nothing like my garage. There is no rough plaster floor. There is no messy toolbox. There is no smell of engine oil. This soft music is nothing like the sound of the engine shaking the eardrums. Therefore, I feel embarrassed every time I have to walk in here. 

 

I feel like a small cockroach that sneaks into the kitchen of a five-star restaurant. Run around under the table and under the cabinet, being careful. Otherwise, you may be trampled. Or if you are seen, fate would not be much different. But after having the opportunity to step on this high-rise palace more often. Feel that the air here is not suitable for breathing at all. It gradually disappeared. I'm now much more familiar with this place.

 

"Wait, sir." I was about to walk through the front to the elevator. But I was called first. The owner of that voice was a receptionist who resembled an employee. I don't know how to guard. He wore a black suit from head to toe. That was ironed so neatly that no wrinkles were seen. The edges of the seams looked sharp as if they could cut his hands. That person had dark skin, looked clean, and had a friendly face. However, it may not have reached the point where I wanted to be friends with them.

 

"Yes?"

“Who did you come here to meet?”

 

"Oh! I forgot, I'm sorry." I bowed my head to him before taking my wallet out of my shoulder bag again. I chased my fingers through the many cards in it for a moment. Until I finally found a clean, white card with the Beyond Group's logo. Upper left corner "Here."

 

"Oh! I'm sorry." The young man at the front looked a little shocked when he saw that card. He immediately bowed his head to me as if I had just revealed that he was the president of the company or something. "Please."

 

"Thank you."

 

I bowed to him again. Before walking straight up the elevator, I touched the card against the scanner, and the number 35 appeared on the screen. The elevator gradually moved up, and the numbers on the screen increased in order. My ears began to whir when I moved up to the sixteenth floor. The air pressure changed with the silence in the narrow square box. This made me feel like the number would soon change to thirty-five. I looked down at the card in my hand and thought back to the reaction of the young man in front of me.

 

I don't know his face at all. It could be a new employee because I was sure that the person who used to be stationed there was a beautiful woman. She recognised me and often smiled and greeted me instead of asking for a card check.

 

Since receiving this card from the owner, I've had the opportunity to use it only once, which was when I first came here. After that, I was like a regular guest by default. This card would not have much power. Otherwise, the garage owner, like me, would not have had the experience of being a person of importance like this.

 

Finally, the elevator door opened. I walked out before walking left to follow the body's memory—just a few steps to reach the front of the target room. The young secretary in front of the room, who was busy with her computer, looked up because she heard the sound of shoes hitting the floor. Her name is May. We met so often that we could talk to each other in a friendly manner. She smiled broadly as soon as she saw my face.

 

"Hello, Mr Alan." May got up from the table to greet me. Although I didn't have the opportunity to talk much, I was drawn to her from the first time we met. May is a small woman. The height should not be more than one hundred and sixty-three centimetres. She has a cute face, but looks agile and energetic. She often ties her ponytails neatly. I think it suits her long, black, straight hair. "Khun Ta is just right here. Please."

 

"Thank you," I smiled at May. She walked over and knocked on the door of the big boss's office, waiting before opening without having to wait for permission from the people inside.

 

"If I want a strong racing car, which model do you think I should buy?" There was not even a greeting. That was the first sentence Pete said as soon as I walked into the room.

"Racing car?" I looked the prominent businessman's father up and down. I didn't know how to tell him that the suit he was wearing now made the sentence look ridiculous, that I almost laughed.

 

"Who to whom?"

"It's me"

 

"For?"

"Drive"

 

"Huh?"

"I said I was driving."

 

I'm silent. But I don't know which ghost thought like this, what Khun Pete thought. Even though he's just a businessman looking for a daily investment game, it seems suitable. It shouldn't be looking for something that doesn't suit you like this.

 

"Why?" Pete narrowed his eyes at me, "I can't say that I'm a racer. Really?"

"Eh"

 

"Alan", a young businessman, groaned. He dragged his legs and sat down on the sofa in discouragement. That gesture made me feel like I had just broken Elmo's heart, the cartoon character. I don't know how, but I'm just telling the truth.

 

"What's wrong?" I followed and sat on the expensive leather sofa of the Beyond Group chairman without waiting for the owner to invite me. Because after all, my butt was stamped on the soft leather. This has been countless times.

 

"Bored"

"Don't go golfing"

 

"I'm going to throw up." Pete made a face as if he wanted to throw up his breakfast. "Hit

Golf doesn't relieve boredom. It's a job."

 

It's enough to understand that businessmen discuss work through sports, and wealthy individuals are familiar with them. However, I see that many high-class people enjoy hitting round balls into holes, carrying more expensive wood than grass on the field, and have a beautiful cadence as they walk not far away. It's a suitable sport for his pleasing personality. At least don't look like when walking on the racetrack.

 

"If you're bored, find something else to do. Racing is too serious."

Is your team no longer accepting new people?

 

"No, the quota is full. I can't take care of it in time."

"Do you want to hire more people? I'll inject you."

 

"Stop." I quickly raised my hand to prevent the businessman's father from doing anything foolish that would fulfil his own needs too much. Because deep down, I know what makes Pete so distracted that he is a child like this. "If you want to try driving, go to the field. I'll let the child drive it."

 

"Don't you think I want to be a racer?"

"The fact that you watch a hundred racing clips of Way doesn't mean that you want to be Racer, Pete"

 

Pete froze with my words. If it weren't for not being in the ear, he would have poked the knot in his heart seriously. But for those who have been suffering together countless times, this is something I should say to him sincerely. Or at least as a brother and not just Pete's, but I'm also Way's brother.

 

"Not even a hundred," Pete said in a soft voice. Sitting down, the president of the company.

 

"Ninety-nine"

"Brother, don't over"

 

"The clip during the race didn't even show his face. I can't believe you can sit and watch all day."

"At least I know Way is there."

 

Pete's sigh was heavy. I know it's not easy. Even though it's been two years, for Pete, Way's story is like a fun movie that I just watched yesterday. A film that ends with him still has many questions. I hope there will be a sequel. But I have to be heartbroken because I know that this movie ends like that. There is no day like it to see the possibility again.

 

"And by the way, if you want to see your face clearly, you can go to the North Channel. There are a lot of ways in there," Pete laughed as if he was pitiful for himself. But he couldn't do anything. "I just realised that he was so funny."

 

"Uh, Way, when I'm with the kids, it's funny, just like Babe."

"When he saw me, he always made a stressed face." The more he said, the more the atmosphere, the more creamy it was, like a rain cloud floating on our heads all the time, especially on the head of Mr Pete, the big black cloud. "I'm not sure if I've seen him smile with his eyes or not."

 

"The rhythm is not good"

"Or I'm bad."

 

"Enough somewhere"

"I think if Way is still there, will it be possible for him and me?"

 

That's a question I'd rather not answer. And even if Way is sitting here, he won't be able to answer. Since we met, Way has never looked at anyone but Babe. Way has always loved Babe. Until the last second, Way still chose Babe. That's why I didn't dare to speak on behalf of the dead. And I don't want Pete's imaginary story to continue because of my answer again. Just two years ago is enough to be stuck with questions that will never be answered.

 

"Can't you?" Pete chuckled in his throat. I hate his laughter like this. Because, in addition to being insincere, it also irritates me to the point of wanting to hit High Soni's face. "For Way, it can't be someone else, I know."

 

"If you know, why don't you stop?" It's like today, I'm going to have nothing to say to Pete. But if it's enough to help remind him, I'm willing to be a talker one day. "It's been two years, Pete, not two days. In two years, the way is full of death. You keep thinking about these things. Even though you know that the person who will give you the answer doesn't exist anymore."

 

Pete still seems as if he is exploring deep within his mind. I understand, it must be difficult for him. Now, the top of Pete's iceberg has less space every day. The submerged part below is enlarged because of the higher water level. Causing most of the feeling of the knee above the realisation, and because of that, it is difficult to find the correct answer.

 

"Have you ever met someone who feels strange around others?"

"Strange?" I raised my eyebrows, a little confused by his seemingly forthcoming question.

"What kind of strange?"

 

"Outwardly, like everyone else, no one thinks he's strange, but for me, I always feel that he's different from everyone I know, so I'm interested, but I'll turn to look, suddenly think of him," Pete said in a sluggish voice, his eyes still here. Still, the soul inside is drifting far away, where I can't reach it, but Pete can't go back as he wants, maybe because he's only allowed to go back to revel in his memory.

 

"The person I want to protect, I want to do good too, I want to see him happy, but I don't want to be happy, but I don't want to be happy with others, the person who makes me tired and recover in one person I think is familiar with him, but the next day is still excited to see his face anyway."

 

The images in those memories must be so beautiful that Pete doesn't want to forget. But I can't help but be afraid that if those images are still clear. When will Pete give up on it and walk away?

 

"The person who makes me feel that I may be something else. I'll be able to do more. It may be better. People who make me want to try something crazy once in a while. People like that...

 

Have you ever seen it?"

 "Jeff"

 

I answered without hesitation.

"Mine is Way"

 

Pete's words made me see his memory more clearly. It's like he's taking my hand for a slow walk through his city, just like me. The building's structure and the city plan are not significantly different. But the details are almost the same. Pete's city is filled with lush areas of trees, leaves, grass, and blooming flowers. The wind blows calmly and coolly. On the other side, that looks like a deserted city. Hmm, it's creamy, like the cloud cover over half the town. That's all the time, and it may stay this way forever because the city has been abandoned for too long to be restored.

 

As for my city, it's pretty ordinary. The town is quiet. There are not many people. There are not many flowers. But the lush trees cover the whole city because my city lord hates the chaos and flashy colours.

 

"I know it's not good. I want to leave here too. But I can't go." At this point, Pete looked very constrained. If in front of him were the younger brothers in the team, I would have stood up to hug and comfort him. But because this is Pete, I chose to sit in the same place. And listen to him carefully. "I just think it's not fair. I can still do more, but the time is not enough. I want more time, just a little more is good."

 

"But I think it's the fairest. You did it for Way when Way gave you," I replied.

 

"People have limited time. Short or long may depend on merit. The fact that you have a certain period of someone's time means that you want to make that time a part of your life, to be a memory. It doesn't mean that you can control every minute he has. That's what is called unfair."

 

Pete is listening carefully. I hope my words don't make him sadder than he already is.

"The fact that you are trying to negotiate. Ask for more time even though he has nothing left for you, you think. Is this fair?"

 

"I.... I don't know the colour."

"It's not fair at all, Pete. Let Way rest now."

 

I chose to say 'Let Whey rest' instead of telling him to take a break because I know that Pete can't do it now. He is still so obsessed with the past that he hasn't realised how tired he is. And most importantly, Pete sees the story of Way as big as a mountain. But his story is smaller than a pea. If you want him to give more importance to himself, at least you have to wait for the image of Way to fade a little more.

 

"You're like my personal therapist," Pete raised his head. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. The picture made my hair about a quarter lighter. Not much, but it's better not to reduce at all. "Thank you."

 

"Don't thank me because I didn't come to treat you."

Pete laughed, the corners of his mouth raised, but his eyes were darker than ever before.

 

"And if the situation is still like this, find someone."

"Boyfriend?"

"Therapist, psychiatrist, anything"

 

"It's not Spec Adi. I don't know much about talking to these people." Although it's heavy, it remains a stirring force. And even though it's not my business, the Pete I see now will be the same that Way knows. And if it's so, will there be a moment? That Way feels that this man is handsome.

 

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After a small quarrel (where I shed a little tear) ended, my feelings were like I had been pulled out of the water. Breathing more comfortably. Charlie is cute again in my eyes as before. And it may be a little more than usual. Because Charlie made a face like a dog, his ears fell intermittently with a sense of guilt for making me cry. I'm not very proud of this. But there is no denying that Charlie always looks cute, especially in this moment of remorse.

 

And because Charlie is cute, I'm soft-hearted. I agreed to bring him to the lab, even though the cute guy begged, despite my heart wanting to go home and sleep with him, as if it were a couple.

 

"Not long?" I pretended to make a stiff noise at Charlie, at least to let him know that I was still there. Don't forget that he has to rest today.

 

"Yes, just put a water bottle in it, talk a little bit and go back," Charlie replied strongly, "Babe, can you wait in the car? It shouldn't take more than ten minutes."

 

"No, I'll go down with you."

"Liu won't flirt with me."

"But she's still cute!"

 

Charlie sighed softly, looking like he was going to be heartbroken that I still refused to let go of the story.

 

To put it briefly, Liu is a researcher. She is the only woman in this project. The age is considered quite old because she is three years older than I am. But the appearance is no different from that of a high school student - small and with white skin, like someone who has been locked up in a tower since I was a little child. Cut the bangs to show off her big eyes. Walking around the lab with some cartoon character slippers that I don't know. I only remember that it was so big it looked like she wore roller skates all the time, which isn't a problem. 

 

The part that makes me want to set up a battle fort with her every time is that Liu likes to pretend to flirt with Charlie to provoke me. Even though I look at it, I know that I don't take it seriously anyway. But I see that she is an enemy anyway. Plus, Charlie still likes to call Liu. There is no brother ahead, even though she's the adult.

 

"Where did Babe say that Liu is not cute?" Charlie smiled mockingly, "Do you accept it?"

"I mean cute in the eyes of others, not for me"

 

"Do you mean for me too?"

"So, right?"

 

"Hmm... Yes," Charlie pretended to think. He would think that doing that would make you worried or stunned. It's a huge mistake. I know he's just trying to tease each other. "It's cute, like a doll."

 

"Huh?"

Calm down.

 

Charlie is just pretending. Don't follow that one-eyed game. "Well, babe, I'm asking." Charlie shrugged his shoulders, making it look like it was not a big deal. He's going to compliment others for being cute in front of me. At the same time, I can now feel a hot cough in my head and chest. And there's a sign that it's getting hotter, too. "If you ask me, I think Liu is cute."

 

"Hmm... It's true."

 

Charlie's eyes widened slightly, probably because he was prepared for the possibility that if he said this, he would be taken by me. But in fact, my reaction was calmer than he expected.

 

"Really?" Charlie asked repeatedly as if he was still in disbelief.

"Well, it's adorable."

 

"Isn't Babe angry?"

"Angry about it?"

"That I compliment others for being cute"

 

"Why are you angry? It's okay." I shrugged and replied to him in a casual tone, which would be utterly contrary to the image of the shouter in Charlie's head. Let alone, Charlie. If there were a mirror in front of me now, I would have goosebumps with myself, too. "I think that other people are often cute too, but usually die."

 

"Babe thinks other people are cute, too?" Charlie's reaction became increasingly amusing. He raised his eyebrows and blinked more often than usual. His mouth seemed to be hesitating between smiling and straightening his face. Overall, it was so funny that he wanted to take a picture with his phone.

 

"Yes"

"Do you often?"

"Keep going. Every day I meet a lot of people."

"I never knew it."

 

Charlie's tone became higher and higher; his expression was confused and nervous.. Even if he tried his best to hide it, he was so cute.

 

"How do you know? I've never complimented you to hear this." I continued to pretend. Even though Charlie now looks very pitiful. But I want to know how much my talented people can control their emotions. "Speak to others, sometimes just think indifferently."

 

"Who?"

"What do I tell you?"

 

"That said, it was cute"

Oh, he has a stiff voice.

 

"It's a lot of people"

"Like?"

 

"Hmm..." I intend to use my mind. No, I use my mind because it's been a long time since I cared about other humans other than Charlie. "The latest, it's Willy. The face is a foreigner, the body is good."

 

"Where did Babe say that he was a child?"

 

"Didn't you talk about habits? Just people who think it's interesting. Looking at the outside." When I heard my voice, I felt a little guilty. That I chose Willy should be at least a random name—someone who hasn't just had an issue. But when I think about it now, it's not in time. I hope Charlie doesn't take it too seriously.

 

"Oh... That's cute for Babe." Charlie nodded slowly. I can't guess what he's thinking or feeling. Because now Charlie's face looks so plain that it's hard to read. "Is it a style to choose one night?"

 

"I guess that's right."

Oh, that's bad.

 

My mouth works faster than my brain. Instead of thinking about it first and then answering, I came to believe after listening to my answer. The silence that ensued made me so nervous that I didn't even dare to meet Charlie's eyes directly. I didn't know that this was a question just now. Pretend it's a question that determines the fate of my life.

 

"I mean... In the past," I can recognise that my smile must be very dull now. Because Charlie didn't show any expression and refused to answer anything, keep looking at my face as if I wanted to wait and see how I could deal with the trap that I had dug myself. "When I didn't have you, I liked it like this much. But now I no longer care. Even if you're not my spec, but I like it," Charlie's eyebrows wrinkled together. His eyes said What did you say? Which is even more done. Speak up, don't remain silent.

 

"No, it doesn't mean that other people meet my specs more than you. I just never dated anyone like you before. You're the first person who doesn't meet my specs, but I still sleep with you."

 

No, it's better not to say anything.

You idiot.

 

"Charlie...." Because I know that the more I try to defend, the worse I make everything look. So I chose the best method. It may not be a very mature method. But it has always been good. Tested by Charlie and me. "It's not like that. You have to know what I mean." Hug your arms, rub your cheeks on your shoulders and squeeze your voice as cute as possible, no matter how dark it is outside. But Pitbabe has no dignity if it's about a boyfriend.

 

"Since dating you, I've never looked at anyone cute again. This is true. I'm not too pleased. You should be seen, right? Every day, I'm interested in anyone other than you. I don't have it anymore. Every day, I'm only being teased that I'm in love with a child..."

 

I talk about every word that I can think of without thinking about it. I just hope that there must be a word that goes into Charlie's ears. The size of the previous unpleasant sentences can still catch every word, let alone these cute sentences. Charlie's stupid face must learn to pay attention to my excuses, like being seen together.

 

While I was moaning in my heart, the broad shoulders I was shaking like a system. Mobile phone notifications, and when I looked up, I met Charlie, who was trying to hold back his laughter. Husband!

 

"Oops!"

 

Charlie cried, but it wasn't pitiful. Just being hit is still too little. Compared to the offence of pretending to make me anxious like a crazy person, I'm so scared that I'll accidentally make him angry again after reconciling for less than an hour. But this kid took my fear and turned it into a joke like that. It's worth smashing.

 

Are you funny, with glasses?

"Hold back my laughter almost to death. Are you still asking?"

 

"Charlie!" I put my hand out and set the pose to hit that stiff shoulder again, but Charlie pushed against it. He quickly grabbed my wrist. Plus, he smiled a little and a big smile.

 

"I'm afraid you're outraged."

"I'm almost angry about One Night," Charlie said with a relaxed posture. "But come on.

Come to think of it, I don't think anyone can stand it as much as I do, so I'm not angry."

 

"Endure me?"

"Believe me, no one is as enduring as I. Like Babe, you have to be with me here, that's right."

 

I narrowed my eyes at the young man, who carried 100% confidence. Even though I can't help but talk with determination, I have to admit that Charlie said it's true. Before that, I had never been in a long-term relationship. Part of it's because no one understands and accepts my excessive identity. Only Charlie makes me feel that I'm not lacking or too much of anything. Just a little different from others. Or it may be concluded that Charlies are compatible.

 

He is tall and airy, wearing a white T-shirt and black straight-leg pants. One hand is in his pants pocket. On the other hand is a cigarette. He looks away. It seems to be thinking about something alone, which is not what makes me take my eyes off him. But it's his face.

 

He turned this way. I don't know if he would look through the car window film to see me. But what is certain is that I saw him. A familiar face, like the person in my memory, every feature stands out as distinctly as the soft hair on my body.

 

"Babe"

I saw it again. It's like a grave.

"Babe"

 

Charlie's voice penetrated my eardrums. But his body didn't respond. I kept staring at that man. And with some intuition, I felt like he was looking at me, too. He looked straight this way. Pinched the cigarette up to his mouth, sucked the smoke into his lungs and slowly released it with a calm attitude.

 

"Can you go in first?" I looked back at Charlie's face. Trying to control my voice to sound as normal as possible because I didn't want to say anything until I understood what I saw. "I called for a moment. When you're done, I'll follow you in."

 

"Okay," Charlie looked a little confused, but he didn't do anything. He kissed my cheek once.  I bend down to get a water bottle from the footrest, open the door and get out of the car. I spent many minutes sitting still in the car myself. Gather your thoughts to overcome the distractions that constantly interrupt you. Then, suppress the fear, put it in a box, and lock the key as tightly as possible. Fear is the biggest obstacle to the current situation.

 

I stepped out bravely, scared, my palms cold, as if I had been holding a bottle of cold water in my hand for at least ten minutes. The breathing rhythm was uneven. The closer I got to him, the more agitated my stomach became. It was like there was a mass of something running around my stomach. It was similar to the first time in the grave, but much worse. At that time, I thought I would be delirious. Or I saw the spirit, but when I came to see him again, he was gone. Standing in the sun comfortably, I don't think this is the nature of ghosts anymore.

 

"Hi"

 

I stood behind him for several seconds, but I didn't dare to open my mouth. Until, finally, it was he who turned around and greeted me. His posture looked relaxed. Not shocked at all. That I came to stand here, he also greeted me like he knew that I would have to walk to him.

 

"Way... Really?" My voice is dizzy. I feel like I'm shouting against the storm. I'm so loud, but the sound that comes out is so soft that I can't understand anything. He smiled.

 

"Do you think so?"

 

Even the sound is like the corner of his mouth raised when he speaks—both the smile and the shivers down my spine. P’Way is like a reflection in the mirror. "No," but no matter how similar it is, my deep feelings are still in my ears. That's no, this is not "Way is dead"

 

"So it doesn't mean it's not that much." The person in front of him chuckled. He dropped the cigarette butt on the floor before using his foot to crush it until the spark went out. "Who said it's so similar that it can't be separated?"

 

"Who are you?"

"Your friend?"

 

"No," I answered firmly, but even so, I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Not Way"

 

"How can you be sure? It may be right.

"Don't joke, it's not funny."

 

"It's not funny," he shrugged, his hands in his pants pockets. His eyes sparkled as if he were having fun with something. I hope that fun has nothing to do with me. "I can be your friend."

 

"Ask who it is."

"Who do you want to be?"

 

I discovered another thing in addition to the appearance that this person has, like Way. They are also annoying in different styles. Way is clear and straightforward. A face like this is annoying, like that of a psychopath. That smile is so irritating that I want to jump in its face for once. But I have to be patient because Charlie said that I was too old to do that.

 

"I'm going to play for a long time..."

"That's it."

 

A familiar voice came from behind. Charlie interjected before I could. Yelling at the person in front of him may be considered his luck. "Well, I can't follow you somewhere." Charlie walked over and grabbed my arm. His expression didn't look shocked to see me here. And more than that, Charlie didn't look stunned at all. A second Way was standing smiling in front of him. "And brother..."

 

Plus, Charlie also turned to talk to him. I told you not to tease others; my face is looking for trouble. "Hey, why are you so mean?" Way, the fake, cut, but the corner of the mouth worked in a different direction. With emotions, he was still a lollipop, like the current situation was too fun.

 

"We didn't even look for trouble. He walked up to us. I didn't believe him and asked him to suck. Isn't it, you beautiful?"

 

"Can this guy punch?" I turned to ask Charlie. Of course, he shook his head as an answer. So I had to keep my fist down to remember.

 

"I'm going to introduce you today, but we'll meet first," Charlie sighed. Like an adult who forbids the two children from fighting, it might be easier if we were children. Because if the fake Way still doesn't stop smiling like that, even Charlie might forbid me. "Babe, this is Chris. He's a doctor. He came to help with research."

 

Charlie extended his hand to introduce a stranger, who looked familiar. "Chris, this is Babe, my boyfriend, who told you about."

 

"Did you tell him a story about me?" I couldn't help but be confused by that. Because I didn't think Charlie would be so close to this person that he could tell me about himself. But he didn't know how to tell me at all that there was a human who looked like P’Way, like a sheep in this research lab.

 

"I told you because I know that one day we have to meet each other," Charlie replied in a voice. Gently pinch my shoulder as if to say Calm down a little more.

 

"Don't you want to tell each other?"

"I told you here."

"So why not....

 

"Like Charlie said." Suddenly, the person who shouldn't be in this dialogue interjected. Chris smiled. Looking at me and Charlie as if they were watching a show or a sitcom.

 

"Huh?" I frowned, looking at Chris's face alternately with Charlie, who was now frowning. His eyes stared at Chris until the black pupil almost seemed to separate from the white iris. "Grumbling, fussy," Chris laughed. "Like Charlie said."

 

"I can read the research book, but I can't read people's faces," Charlie complained, his face cold-blooded, as if he had been exposed to the cold. Well, I already thought that behind the back of this kid, he would gossip about me. But I didn't know I would slander in this manner. "Don't let it be my turn."

 

"Oh, why are you so serious?" Chris giggled happily, wondering if disturbing people would be the greatest happiness in his life. "It doesn't matter how much you are complaining or shouting, it doesn't matter how much, just being cute is enough."

 

"Really, can't you punch me?" I asked Charlie again in case he realised it. Changed his mind, but Charlie still shook his head as usual. It may be different from the first round. A little bit, his face looks like he wants to punch the doctor. But still have to be patient.

 

"Let's talk inside." Charlie ended the conversation. Before pulling my arm to follow into the lab, I turned to make eye contact with Chris a little. He smiled at me even though I didn't smile first. So I began to imagine this man in my head roughly - that if it weren't for an evil conscience, he would be an ordinary person with a bad habit.

 

As soon as I opened the door to the first-floor living room, the first person I saw was Liu. It would be said that because she was the only woman here. But what is more eye-catching than her small and long hair is a bright pink dress, a pink heart-shaped hairpin, and the same pink croque shoes. Along with various decorations on both sides, two are holding a coffee mug with a Mee Pooh pattern and Mickey Mouse on it. Overall, if you didn't know she was a researcher, she was a descendant of someone who came to play here, waiting for time to pass so they could go home.

 

"Hi, Babe," Liu greeted me with a strange smile, just as always. The mouth stretched out. The corners of the mouth raised as if smiling. But the eyes turned out to be indifferent. The more I saw that, the more I couldn't help but wonder where Charlie went to see these researchers. Each person seems to think that no one is normal.

 

"Good," I replied.

"Charlie said that you drink acid water. Why are you still alive?"

 

"Because I didn't drink it."

"Hmm.... It's a pity."

 

"Thank you," I said sarcastically. "Did you eat Barbie this morning? What kind of pink is that?"

 

"Simongkol," Liu replied. Hearing that, I realised that she was a crazy person. Charlie said that there was a time when she mixed chemicals into the colour of Kalkini that day. She even let it sit on the floor until the beaker broke. I really can't believe it, even though she is a person of Actual science, "What about you? Did you eat the eyeball? Why is there only one side today?"

 

"Oh"

"I told you that you have a fortune to eat your husband."

 

Liu nodded before walking up the stairs without thinking about closing the conversation, like what mortals do. But that's not surprising. Because, where normal people would come to ask each other, 'Why aren't you dead?' Like this.

 

"What are you laughing at?" Just annoying a little girl in a pink dress is not enough. I still have to turn to meet someone. Annoyed by the other person standing next to him, laughing.

 

"Duang eats husband," Chris laughed. He seemed to like it. The doctor's mother bit me. At once, "Liu is accurate."

 

"Well, I'm eating my husband. Soon, Charlie will only have the right eyeball."

 

"Oh! "Babe ", Charlie cried. His face looked scared as if he thought I was going to eat him, until I had to quickly make an excuse that 'I don't eat a fool's meat. You can rest assured.' Charlie let out a sigh of relief.

 

After that, we had the opportunity to sit and talk as we should have done from the beginning. Charlie sat on the same sofa as me. At the same time, Chris sat on the single sofa next to us. Charlie put his hands on my legs all the time as if he were afraid that I would rush to bite his researcher.

 

"Don't you know Way?" I asked again. Although I've asked twice before, the more I look at Chris's face, the less I understand how people who are not twins can look so similar. "Do you have twins and get separated?"

 

"Watch a lot of dramas too," Chris said.

"Well, it's real." I still insisted on the exact words. And until now, I've stopped looking.

His face is not at all. "Do you have siblings here?"

"No, I’m an only child."

 

"It's good that if there are siblings like this again, it would be too scary."

"Thank you. It feels good to listen to."

 

"So you just came back from the countryside?"

"Yes"

 

"What country?"

"America"

 

"Only go to study?"

"Yes"

 

"Then why did you come back? It doesn't work at all."

"I was missing home"

 

"So why do you have to help Charlie research? Don't you have a job?"

"Do you ask or curse this one?"

 

"Ask, but I want to curse too." When I answered like that, I was immediately scolded. Charlie gently squeezed my leg and said 'Babe’ in a low voice, like every time I did something he disapproved of. I would like to know if you graduated from a doctoral program outside the city. Work should be gratifying financially. Why waste time helping Charlie?"

 

"I just want to help," Chris replied as if he hadn't even thought about it. He sat cross-legged, leaning back against the sofa. He didn't seem serious about my question at all. I wanted to talk to him. "The owner of the project is such a celebrity. If you can help anyone, I won't want to help."

 

"Is that all?"

"How much do you want?"

 

"Looks unreasonable at all"

"Oh, Mr PitBabe is a reasoned user."

 

I heard Charlie's chuckle. But it ended within a few seconds because I pinched the good-natured person. It is considered a warning. I blame the person I dislike for laughing at the joke, which makes me feel ugly and laugh because it hits me.

 

"Hey, what can I tell you?" Chris finally seemed to be serious, but only a little. The corners of his mouth still raised a little smile as before. But this time, I can feel that his eyes have changed. "I'm not that complicated. I do it because I want to, not because I doubt myself. I think you should be more grateful to me for valuing your boyfriend's ideology. Because not everyone will understand these things, right?"

 

I know why I don't like this person, even though I've only known them for less than an hour. In addition to the nervous expression and angry words, Chris is arrogant. He thinks he's better than others. He thinks he knows everything well. Even about Charlie and me, he seems to write a summary in his head and rate our relationship. Even though he only knows about us.

 

"Okay, thank you for seeing Charlie's ideology and reaching out to help," I replied. Chris laughed softly in his throat, as if surprised to hear the words' thank you" come from my mouth. "But I'm not as kind as Charlie, so whatever you do, please be smart."

 

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"... Thirty-two, room ten, the total of prisoners, thirty-two, complete, sir." The inmates' voices were reported loudly and clearly. I'm not sure what the young man's name is because everyone calls him 'hero'. It's probably not because of his good looks, since I've met many good-looking people who are not singers. 

 

The first person who comes to mind is Babe, a person with a beautiful face. There's no need to set up a table for Charlie's boyfriend. He is considered purely handsome. The eyes are the third organ. That still can't obscure the gift from his parents. Additionally, it's likely Pete. Whether it's a personal wonder, it's not just a matter of personal preference.

 

The hero is called the hero because he is the one in front of the room. More than that, his face looks general, not ugly, but not so handsome that you have to look back. Tall, burly, dark skin, two eyes are uneven, but no one has ever said to lose confidence. Incredibly, people in here punch each other because of fighting for small pieces of meat or candy, spitting on the pants of people they hate. But it's very few who make fun of each other because of their appearance or defects that come with it.

 

The hero likes to be prominent. I want to volunteer to work for the bosses (people here call the guards' the boss'), who is also the head of the room. (The prisoners' dorms are divided into a total of about twenty to thirty bedrooms. Each room will have a prisoner who is appointed as the boss. Take care of friends instead of the guards again. Or it would not be meaningless.

 

 The head of the barn and other jobs, depending on the boss, will give orders. Organising roommates. Counting the numbers just done is his primary duty. The hero is usually the first to comment. The first person with a mouth has a voice and is the first person to be punished. But he is happy with that kind of life, which may be part of why I feel unfated for him. The thirst to live his life annoys me. But his annoyance is still useful enough. 

"Hey!" A voice sounded near me. I didn't have to look around and immediately realised who it was. So I didn't respond to anything. Just sat down on my mattress. Then pick up the book I read. I've been reading more since yesterday. "Kenta, tomorrow you and I will be in the same pile." Winner never cared how much I would ignore him. Even if I didn't have a response, he assumed I was listening. That's why he kept looking for something to invite me to talk about and acting like we were close. In fact, I've never considered him a friend. Even acquaintances don't want to call him to lose his history.

 

"We're going to get a tattoo. Do you want to go with us?" Winner asked with an excited look, his eyes widening, and a smile like a child showing off that his parents would take him to the amusement park on the Weekend, but it's still good that he's old enough to know that he should say these things at the lowest volume. "I've already made an appointment with Po; let's get a tattoo."

 

There may be several issues that need further explanation based on Winner's words. The first issue is the 'pile' he mentioned, which refers to the accumulation of work. All inmates will be assigned to work in various groups, such as the barn pile, the cup spinning pile, the haircut pile, the power outlet pile, the machine sewing pile, and others, depending on the supervisor who assigns the work. Most of them will be arranged in order of severity of punishment. Those who are highly punished are often assigned to work on sewing machines because they need to use the equipment. It takes a long time to learn and teach the job. And achieved good results in one place, so many people scramble to do the same. Those who are very diligent earn hundreds of thousands of dollars to send home.

 

According to Winner's claim, tomorrow, he and I will have to work on the same pile. That is, the shoe sewing department. It's a pile that I don't like much because it's a heavy pile like a slave. Long needles pierce the leather sheet. It takes more force than I thought. I have been stabbed through the finger by a needle. Which, of course, no one ran around with concern or took me to the hospital in any way. The boss ordered the head of the room to take me to the infirmary. Wash the wound carelessly, then take an anti-inflammatory medicine. It took me a long time to heal. Seriously, I thought I would have to lose that finger.

 

In addition to the distribution that is more flourishing than other piles, sewing shoes is a job that allows inmates to come into contact with sharp objects more than they should. Usually, all kinds of sharp objects are prohibited in prisons, including knives, scissors, and even screwdrivers. Anything that can be used to harm others or yourself. If it is found that anyone owns it, you will be severely punished. The only possible exception is using those things to work in the pile. 

As far as I've been here, I've never seen an incident where prisoners take scissors or needles to chase each other. But they have been seen regularly using needles and ink stamps as tools to tattoo on the body—many people get tattoos with specific preferences. Many people think that everyone is in prison and should adjust their appearance accordingly.

 

That's why Winner has to come to me here. Because if someone tells the boss that they will help. There is a rule against getting tattoos. On the first day, everyone will undergo a thorough examination. Both bruises and tattoos are photographed as evidence because these pigs don't want to take any responsibility at all. If on a good day, there is a dead prisoner in the cell.

 

"No," I replied in a soft voice, my eyes trailing along the lines in the book that Jeff and Alan had given me. Although I don't quite understand why that child is interested in me, I'm grateful for giving me something to do in my boring free time here.

 

"Oh! Why?" Winner moved up and squeezed onto my mattress. I wanted to kick him away. But I'm afraid that it would make the hero think that Winner and I quarrelled like that would be a big deal. "Are you going to the government?"

 

"I'm just lazy, I have a problem," I sighed softly. I'm caught; I'll help you.

"It's a secret tattoo inside the cloth."

"No one can see it except me. Why do you get a tattoo?"

 

"Ma'am... It's there. Some people will see it." Winner made a grim face. He poked his elbow on the side of his hair teasingly. I bet he was thinking about naughty things. 

 

"There is one person in the seventh room. He’s so cute, white, but a little fierce. Many people stare at him, so they don't let them get too close. But like you, it shouldn't be difficult."

 

"It's okay. If you like it, just take it yourself."

"You're dead."

"Are you still in this mood?"

 

Every day, I don't know what to answer, but I sigh—talking to Winner every day. Even if it's a few minutes, it's a waste of life. There's nothing he invited me to talk about, and I think that makes sense. In my head, there must be only sawdust and a pile of naked books. "If I had a fragrant meat like you, I would have something to eat without missing my mouth."

 

"Hum, meat?"

"Don't you know?" Winner grinned again (like that's the facial expression he's best at). His long index and middle fingers moved on my chest. Doing a climbing posture, which is more creepy than him lying on my cushion ten times. "There are many people who are aiming at you. But because you don't take anyone, no one dares to interfere."

 

"That's good."

"Why... Is there only Pete in your heart?"

 

That sentence is considered quite successful, which made me look away from the book page. I flicked my eyes to look at Pak Phol's face. In my mind, I wanted to do something crazy, like kicking people's mouths for the first time since I stepped into prison. But my heart knew that it wouldn't be worth it. Being here alone is like falling into hell enough. I don't want to take myself to the most league hell like solitary confinement. I intend to stay here peacefully until the day of discharge or die here, which hasn't been decided yet.

 

"Oops! Are you angry?" Winner made a nervous face. I don't know where he found out. Because, as far as I understand, this is something that only Pete and I know.

 

"Don't tease yourself."

"It's good to shut up. The mouth is not rotten."

 

"Oh, don't be serious. I know you haven't felt anything about it for a long time."

"It's not your business."

 

"At first, I was still thinking, will you look at Way's face? Because Pete is watching something with it, but Way dies too fast. I can't wait to watch the drama."

 

Wings!

Suddenly, it was like a ghost had appeared. I grabbed Winner's collar and pressed it to the ground. The back hit the wings, but it can still smile.

 

"Hey! What are you doing!" And as expected, the hero's radar eyes swept to see it within a fraction of a second. I tried to suppress the temper in my heart. However, I must admit that this dog's face is too provocative. Stop it, or I'll call the boss. Just call him.

 

In my head, I thought so. My hand was still holding Winner's collar. It was so tight that the collar was close to his neck. I felt that if I wanted to kill him, I would kill him to death.

"If you don't stop, I'll call him!" The hero said again in a serious tone. His face was angry. He stepped straight to my bed. The cellmates stopped their activities and turned to look. Of course, no one thought of wanting to quit. Just looking at it because of the fight between other friends, it's more fun than the drama on television.

 

While I was weighing what to do with Winner, other friends began to hit the band into the thatch. Suddenly, the sound of the key hitting the bars sounded. The audience burst. Each person began to panic because it was not normal for the cell to be locked up after they had gone to the house. The hero's face was pale. He turned to look at us. Smirked coldly and then moved his mouth. Say silently, 'You guys are dead'

 

"Ken, Win, come out here."

 

The boss who locked the key came in and called out in a stiff voice. Winner pushed me and got up. I immediately stood to attention, hearing the boss's orders. It made me unable to do anything but get up and follow the guard out of the room. Everyone looked at me with one eye. Not just room number ten, but also the other rooms we passed through. They gossiped. Some people made a sympathetic face. Some people looked satisfied. At the same time, others didn't seem indifferent at all.

 

"If the pipe is washed, you'll see me after work, Ken," Winner gritted his teeth and said while the guards were leading us somewhere outside the bedroom. I didn't answer anything back. It's better to pretend not to hear. Now I only think about the upcoming possibility. Being called out at this time is quite strange. If it's not a big deal, the guards rarely pay attention. Even if there are people who are sick and on the verge of death, they still linger until someone dies in the cell. Therefore, it seems impossible for us to be severely punished just for grabbing the collar.

 

"Go in," the boss said. "That's all." Before pushing Winner and me back to walk into the room, close the door. No one is around here. The guards don't know where they all go. The lights are on. Even though it's starting to go out, don't tell me that you're going to be in solitary confinement.

 

No, this way, you have to be detained more than a couple. Bang! The door of the room closed without explanation. Winner and I looked at each other in confusion. To be honest, I have two distinctly different feelings in my heart. One pole is almost suffocating. The other pole is relieved to think that this may be an event before I was killed. But those feelings turned into complete fear when I saw the person's face waiting in the room.