All Worlds Madhouse

There is an inconspicuous alley on the back side of 15th Avenue.

There are alleys like this all over Gotham City. You might see it every day when you pass by it, but if you don't live here, you will never walk into it in your life.

Smelly ditches, trash cans, dead rat corpses, these things have almost become standard features in such alleys. Although many people live in places that are not much better than here, it is just like shit, other people always poop. It's smellier than my own poop. This alley is also dirtier than other alleys.

And I live in this alley.

At 17:30, I arrived at the entrance of the alley on time. The smell of trash cans that hit my face told me that today, those who drove garbage trucks had forgotten about this place again, but I didn’t care, because even if there was no more The smell of garbage will be replaced by some other unpleasant smell.

Narrow alleys, puddles that don't dry up for a week, looking up, you can feel the sense of depression that almost crushes you, and there is only a trace of sky left. You may not believe it, but it is just a street away. , is the largest and most gorgeous opera house in Gotham, but those charming lights never shine here, and only the annoying sounds of musical instruments can be transmitted.

When I opened the door to the apartment, there was a musty smell, and it took my nose about a second to get used to the smell.

Then I stepped on the lint-free carpet and rushed up to the third floor with the smallest voice and the fastest speed possible, because if Mrs. Philly saw her, she would definitely ask me for rent again. I'm so fed up.

But unfortunately, when I walked to the second floor, I happened to bump into her.

Okay, okay, rent, damn rent, she's going to nag me for another 20 minutes.

However, to my surprise, Mrs. Feili didn't seem to have any intention of saying anything to me. She just glanced at me lightly. The moment their eyes met, I saw a trace of decline and sadness, which made her already old. His demeanor looked even more on the verge of death.

What's up with her.?

I didn't know, and of course, it wasn't something I should be worried about, so I picked up my pace and walked up the stairs.

My home on the third floor.

Jenny and I have lived here for more than half a year. It’s not a big place, but it has everything it needs, including a kettle, tables and chairs, beds, mirrors, and even a window, although through it you can only see the red sky on the opposite side. Wall, but at least this is a window, much better than the house I rented last time.

This new house was a gift from me on our wedding anniversary, and she was so happy that day. We bought a nice steak and a bottle of red wine on sale.

That was the happiest night I can remember in the past six months.

And on that night, we gave birth to a new life.

"Hi, honey." As usual, Jenny was sitting by the window, knitting a sweater, and greeted me with a smile.

"Hi." I responded, my eyes lingering on her growing belly.

That's our son or daughter. I don't have time to take her for a checkup, but no matter which one it is, it must be the most beautiful angel in the world.

I walked over, lay on her belly, and listened to the faint sound of her heart.

"Did she/he kick you again today?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's becoming more and more frequent. This kid must be a naughty kid."

A feeling of happiness emerged from the bottom of my heart, temporarily covering up my sorrow. At the same time, I thought of the lipstick in my pocket. I really wanted to take it out right now and stuff it into Jenny's In my hand. I really want to see her smile.

but

"I have to tell you something." Jenny said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" I didn't like her tone, because it made me inexplicably nervous.

"I gave this month's rent to Mrs. Feili in advance."

"What?" I was stunned for a moment: "Why, there are still more than ten days left."

"Her son had a car accident and she needed money." Jenny said.

"But, we also need it. Well, maybe she needs it more than us." I originally wanted to defend something, but when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say it. I suddenly discovered that the person who is there every day Mrs. Philly, who annoys me, is actually just like us.

The same person who is overwhelmed by life and can hardly breathe

"You are a kind person, God will bless you, and the little guy in your belly." I hugged Jenny gently.

"You too, may God bless you too."

she said.

In fact, God did not bless me. Today, he took away my job. However, I did not tell Jenny about this. I couldn’t say it. I could only try to force out the most natural smile and said .: "Yes, he will bless me."

But, just as I expected, God did not bless me. He did not even bless anyone in this city.

This matter must start from that crowded morning.

That day, I was still reading the newspaper on the street corner, looking for a position suitable for me, and a tanker truck seemed to be stuck in the middle of the road, blocking the intersection.

Fortunately, I don't have a car, otherwise, I would definitely be one of these traffic jams.

Of course, the paralysis of the entire street was just the beginning of this terrible day, because at some time in the afternoon, a sudden big explosion pushed the city onto a crazy road.

The location of the explosion was the headquarters of the Gotham City Police Department. When I learned the news, I was panicked at first, and then I was secretly expecting something. Of course, I didn’t know where this expectation came from. Come, maybe it’s because life is already so miserable, so if this city is going to face any changes, at least it won’t make it worse.

And in the next few hours, the change came in vain. This change came from a woman, who appeared on all the TV screens in the city so lightly. When I saw her, I was extremely moved. I was so shocked that I had actually seen that woman. A few days ago, I was worried that she would steal Jenny's lipstick.

Well, none of this matters anymore. What matters is that her few words made the city truly crazy.

She opened the bank door, trapped two-thirds of the policemen, and gave guns to people like me. It was so crazy.

But think about it, if this is the case, everyone has weapons, everyone has money, and everyone has the ability to fight for something they should have, instead of watching their lives being squeezed without even a drop of juice. So, that seems fair.

Crazy and fair. Is there any necessary connection between the two?

I don't know that I have never seen Gotham like this. It seems extremely chaotic, but also full of hope. People seem to be crazy, but they are also laughing crazily, as if they have suppressed the depression of their entire lives. Released at this moment, as night fell, an explosion resounded throughout the city, pushing the carnival to a huge climax.

The explosion came from the sky, on the top floor of Wayne Tower, a place we can never reach.

It's like a celebration for us

fireworks

I looked at the reflected fiery sky and laughed. Many people laughed, and then they became even crazier.

But after all, I didn’t pick up the gun, nor did I follow those people into the street, shouting and smashing things, nor did I rush into the bank to get the money.

I have a family and an unborn baby.

I can't take the risk if something happens to me at this time or I am taken to jail.

Then my job will be even more uncertain, I won't be able to pay next month's rent, and most importantly, I will miss Jenny's birthday.

Look, the world has gone crazy, but I still think about these things.

No way. This is life.