Dreamland Guide

Aoki’s hair was messy, an old gray windbreaker was put on the T-shirt indiscriminately, and his lower body was wearing out-of-date mesh flared trousers, his hands in his trouser pockets, his back slightly hunched, and he walked on the street hurriedly, his feet pulled up. The board almost dragged against the ground, making a kicking sound.

　　 "Hey, look at this man, is it crazy to wear a trench coat on such a hot day?"

　　 A young couple walked by holding a parasol, and the man smiled and said to the girl beside him.

　　 The girl turned her head and took a serious look: "People are handsome!"

　　 "Huh! Isn't he handsome with a chicken nest?" The boy was indignant.

　　 This outfit has a high rate of turning heads, attracting a lot of comments, but Aoki doesn't care about it, he looks lazy and doesn't care.

　　 A five- or six-year-old girl took her mother's hand and turned her head three times, her big eyes flickering, staring at Aoki all the time, and finally couldn't help curiosity, and asked:

　　 "Uncle, aren't you hot?"

　　 "Uh... it's not hot."

　　 Aoki touched the messy hair, thinking about whether to get a haircut, but thought that getting a haircut was troublesome, so he gave up.

　　 The little girl's mother smiled apologetically at Aoki, and said to the little girl, "It's the big brother, Meimei, don't bark."

　　 "Aha, it's okay, it's okay, and it's not that small!" Aoki touched his head embarrassedly.

　　 This mother is so young! White and tender skin, delicate facial features, denim shorts wrapped round buttocks, revealing slender legs and a thin waist. Looks like a college student, no one would think that her daughter is this old.

"Big brother!"

　　 The little girl called Meimei gave a soft cry and smiled shyly, showing her milky white teeth.

　　 The young mother stroked her long sweaty cheeks behind her ears, smiled at Aoki slightly, and took the little girl's hand and walked forward.

　　 Probably because of the heat, they quickened their pace, walked to the small shop in front of them and stopped.

　　 "Mei Mei is thirsty, right? Mom buys you a drink."

The young mother let go of the little girl’s hand and took the backpack from her back. Just as she was about to open it, a yellow-haired guy with dyed hair rushed over and pushed the little girl hard. Then quickly snatched the bag in the hands of the young mother and fled.

　　 The little girl fell out of the road with "Oh", and a car flew past the girl with a harsh brake sound, only a little short of hitting it.

　　 The young mother was robbed of her bag, and she screamed "Ah" and wanted to chase her, but when she saw the daughter who fell, she hurried to help. When she turned around again, the gangster who snatched the bag had disappeared in the street.

　　 The car stopped, the driver rolled down the window, stretched out his head and cursed: "You don't have eyes to walk!" Then he kicked the accelerator and drove away.

　　 "Meimei, are you okay, Meimei!" The young mother looked anxious.

　　 "Mom, Meimei doesn't hurt, Mom, go and catch the bad guys!" The little girl was frightened, but comforted her mother.

　　 There was no one on the street except Aoki.

　　 Aoki walked to them, knelt down and looked at the little girl's injuries.

　　 "Your name is Mimi? What a nice name!" Aoki asked while pinching the girl's slightly swollen knee, "Does it hurt?"

　　 "Well, my name is Meimei, and Meimei doesn't hurt. What's your brother's name?"

　　 "My name is Aoki." Aoki put down Mimi's calf and said to the young mother, "The bones are all right, just go back and wipe some medicine."

　　 The young mother nodded gratefully.

　　 "Meimei, you are waiting here, brother will help you find your mother's bag, okay?"

　　 Before the mother and daughter could react, Aoki had stood up, and walked towards the street with a kick, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Mom, is Brother Aoki very good?"

　　 "Well, maybe, yes."

　　 "Hey, you two, do you want to call the police?" The proprietress in the commissary poked her head out and asked.

　　 "Oh, wait...wait."

　　 The young mother hesitated, then took her daughter's hand and chased it towards the corner where Aoki disappeared.

　　 "What a strange person!" The lady proprietor of the commissary watched the mother and daughter go, and put down the phone in her hand.

　　...

　　 In a gloomy alley full of garbage, the yellow-haired kid unzipped the backpack and looked inside, with a smile on his face.

　　 A crow flew out from nowhere, and yelled at him twice.

　　 "Fuck, really bad luck, get out!" Huang Mao cursed.

　　 "Hey! I took someone's bag, did you leave like this?"

　　 Huang Mao was startled, and turned around to see a strange person.

This man has messy hair and wears a pair of flared pants that were only popular in the 1980s. The trousers have been cut short and the thread is open underneath. On a hot day, he puts on a windbreaker. He puts his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned lazily against the roots of the wall. .

　　 "What does it matter to you?" Huang Mao said viciously.

　　 "If you grab the bag, grab the bag, why do you push the child onto the road?"

　　 "You kid want to be nosy?" Huang Mao put down his bag, took out a switchblade, showed a sharp blade, and flicked it skillfully in his hand, "Be careful to splash your blood!"

　　 Aoki raised his head and looked at the sky: "In broad daylight!"

　　 "Haha!" Huang Mao shook his knife and shook his legs. "This is my site. I tell you, there is no camera in this area. Except for rubbish, it is rubbish. No one knows if I kill you."

　　 "Really?" Aoki rejoiced.

　　 "It seems there is really no camera!"

　　 "No one too!"

　　 "Apart from **** is rubbish!"

　　 "Even if I kill you, no one will know!"

　　 Aoki narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, as if talking to a pile of garbage. He gently pulled out his hand from his trouser pocket and stretched lazily.

　　 "You really shouldn't push that kid."

　　 Huang Mao was upset by this guy's babbling words. Is this person sick? Couldn't he run out of the mental hospital?

　　 The crow behind him yelled twice again.

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　　 Huang Mao doesn't want to be true to a neurosis.

　　 Can't afford to provoke, can I still not hide?

　　 He sipped at the crow that had stopped on the garbage dump, and was about to leave, suddenly felt something was wrong.

　　How did the sky become so dark? The distant houses and tree shadows were gone, the long and narrow alleys were gone, and only piles of black garbage bags were left around.

　　 Every trash bag is swollen, there seems to be something in it, squirming.

　　 Then, the bag broke, and a thick liquid came out, like pitch and blood from a rotting corpse.

　　 "You really shouldn't push that kid."

　　 Neurotic chatter rang in his ears again, but he turned around but couldn't see the strange person, except for the crow, there was nothing but **** around him.

　　 The liquid ran down to his feet and quickly flooded his ankles. He backed away in fright, but this black viscous liquid had overflowed the whole street.

　　 He ran desperately, trying to escape this street. But his feet were too heavy to lift up, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he ran as if in slow motion.

　　 "You really shouldn't push that little girl."

　　 "There is no camera here."

　　 "There is only trash here."

"Rubbish…"

　　...

　　 The sound is getting more and more illusory, and there is more and more garbage.

　　 The black liquid rushed like a sea wave, passed the yellow hair's neck, spilled into his mouth and nose, and he smelled death.

　　 He raised his head and struggled with his last effort.

　　 At the last moment when the sewage flooded his eyes, he saw the crow flapping its wings and flew away with a "quack" cry.

　　 "Fuck, really bad luck!"

　　 With the last complaint in his heart, he sank into the endless abyss.