I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

Fine rain fell from the sky.

The fine raindrops blurred into bright dots in the field of vision.

Billy stood on the street, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

His gaze was dull.

This is a desolate street, the road in disrepair is mottled with potholes, and the street lamps are tilted to one side.

A flickering light on one side.

Those are bright headlights.

Billy didn't recognize the make of the car, the front of it was twisted and twisted, and one of the lights was out, flickering uneasily.

The rain hit the fragile car skin, making a heart-shattering sound.

A drunk was leaning on the side of the car, talking loudly with Mr. Police Officer.

And under the flickering headlights.

In the rain on the side of the street, lay another young corpse.

Stella.

she died.

At that moment, something in Billy felt an urge to rush out and rip the drunkard's throat with the splinters from the broken street lamp, letting the blood warm the freezing rain.

The future life seemed to be floating in front of his eyes at this moment.

According to the Federal Constitution, the 14-year-old will be imprisoned in a correctional center for this reason, starting another life in a different sense.

His indifference and criminal record will prevent him from entering, and he will wait until the end of his service in the bottomless abyss and leave the correctional center.

He will be eighteen then.

He'd come back to the city as a gangster, or as a worker in some oil plant.

Or become social garbage.

"Hey, kid!"

The shout brought the boy whose eyes were in darkness back to reality. He raised his head and found that the police officer was squatting in front of him, looking at him with some concern.

Everything he expected didn't happen.

The drunkard was not killed, Stella's body was dragged away, and later cremated, and Billy received a sum of fifty thousand federal dollars in compensation.

Watch the light rising from the cremation furnace.

Billy finally realized.

He could never see those eyes as bright as stars again.

And later, he understood.

No one would look at him with such bright eyes.

Fifteen-year-old Billy stood in front of the broken house in the dim light of the day.

A group of half-grown children are insulting him from a distance. His background, his tragic life, and his dead sister, each can be a point of ridicule for those people, and they will not let go of any point, and they will not let go of it at all. Think about what such behavior can bring to a person shrouded in darkness and shadow.

Billy had heard that stuff too many times.

He can even recite it himself.

Impulsive thoughts rushed to his mind again.

Smash their faces with fists.

But Billy didn't do that. He went back to the room, packed his bags, locked the door, and left his home with a blank expression.

It was the first time in fifteen long years that he was away from home without telling anyone.

He will go to the nearest big city, Arosa, to start a new life.

Billy didn't know why he wanted to leave, probably because the thought of running away had already appeared in his mind, and it was hard to contain it.

He was still, as always, indifferent to everything that was enough to make people angry.

At least it seems so.

Life in Arosa was far, far better than Billy had imagined.

There he found a job as a car wash, perhaps not as respectable as Stella had hoped, but good enough to support himself.

The rest of his life was like someone pressed the fast-forward button. Everything passed by so quickly. He went from being an apprentice to a full-time job. Girlfriend, facing all kinds of cars during the day, and dying in various corrupt places at night, daily life becomes exciting and boring.

Billy thought: This should be the real life, this should be the real life!

Compared with the timeless life of the past, it is like hell within hell.

He even changed his name, in order to make a complete break with the original.

He changed his name to Ceci Platinum.

He is very satisfied with this surname.

platinum.

What a noble and rich surname this is, as if it is born extraordinary, like a certain saying in the East—a person who was born with a golden key in his mouth and is destined to make a difference.

This feeling is really good.

It's just that on the day of getting the new ID card, such a drunken life seemed to slow down for an instant.

Sisi stood on the bustling street with her head down, looking at her ID.

He was also silently looking at Sisi on the certificate.

that name.

Sissi Platinum.

For some reason, Saixi suddenly felt that her heartbeat seemed to slow down by half a beat.

It was as if a voice was asking beside him.

""

This is a sentence without reason, but it is so firm, as if there is boundless power in the tone.

But for Saixi, it seems that what is really important is not the frightening firmness, but the expectation and trust.

The person who asked this question and called out his own name trusted himself immensely and expected himself immensely.

It seemed that he was willing to give his life to himself.

The last time someone called his name like this was...

Saixi suddenly remembered the shout mixed with the scattered sunlight.

But that name had long been abandoned by him, and now this name had just been abandoned.

Who... who would give such an expectation of betting everything to someone like myself?

Saixi was stunned for a moment, clutching the ID card in his hand, and was stunned.

Until his new female companion, who did not know how many generations, pawed him and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"I might be hallucinating." Only then did Sisi come back to her senses, with a smile on her face, pinched her girlfriend's thigh, and walked forward with her laughing, discussing where to go to celebrate her new birthday tonight. name.

But... that voice carried a huge question, which remained in Saixi's heart.

After that, Saixi felt that every day of her life was like a dream, as if she was floating in the clouds.

Those rich people may not be as handsome as him, and changing his name seems to be really useful. He was promoted to a small supervisor, indulging in alcohol and different bodies every day, and having fun wantonly.

People live, not for joy, but for what?

So he seemed to really float up.

Floating on the top of the clouds, I don't know the feeling of being down-to-earth.

Such a life seems boundless.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart begging.

This kind of life is so beautiful, I am willing to stay here for a long time.

So he really kept this kind of life.

day to day.

Year after year.

He lived in the beauty he wanted, and only occasionally remembered that call.

——Sisi——

——Did we do it——