Chapter 34 5 She left the mountain and walked away.Hunger pangs ensue

I woke up on the sofa when the clock struck six.The lights were turned off, and the room was shrouded in thick darkness.Numbness all over the body down to the fingertips.It felt like the darkness of the blue-ink dusk penetrated through the skin and into the whole body. The rain seemed to have stopped, and night birds could be heard through the glass.Only the flames of the diesel fire cast strangely slack shadows on the white walls of the house.I got up from the sofa, turned on the switch of the standing lamp on the floor, went to the kitchen and drank two glasses of cold water.Pots of creamy stew on the gas stove.The pot is still slightly warm.In the ashtray was the butt of a menthol cigarette my girlfriend had smoked, standing there as if it had been rubbed out.

I felt instinctively that she had left the house.She is no longer here. I put my hands on the cooking table, trying to organize things in my head. She's not here anymore, that's for sure.Neither in theory nor in theory, but practically gone.The air of the empty house, tell me about it.The nasty air I had experienced in the two months or so since my wife left home until I met her. Just to be on the safe side, I went to the second floor and checked the three rooms one by one, even opening the wardrobe door.Just no shadow of her.Her shoulder bag and thick jacket were gone.The hiking shoes at the entrance were also missing.She did go away, yes.I tried to find every place where she might have left a note, but there was no note.Judging from the time, she has gone down the mountain.

The fact that she's gone doesn't sit well with me.Because I just woke up and my mind is not very flexible. Even if my mind is flexible enough, it is already beyond my ability to give meaning to everything that happened around me one by one.In short, just let nature take its course. While I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, I suddenly realized that I was very hungry.A strange feeling of hunger. I walked down the stairs from the kitchen into the basement, which serves as a pantry, and picked up a red wine, uncorked the bottle, and tried it.Although it was a bit too cold, the taste was very mellow.Back in the kitchen, I cut a few slices of bread on the cooking counter with a knife, and peeled an apple by the way.Drank three glasses of wine while waiting for the stew to heat up.

When the stew was hot, I set the wine with the dishes on the living room table and listened to Patsy.Percy Faith OrchestraHave dinner on the side.After eating, I drank the coffee left in the saucepan and played alone with the cards I found on the fireplace.After being invented in England in the 19th century, it was popular for a period of time, and gradually declined due to its complexity.According to the calculations of a certain mathematician, it seems that there is only one chance of success in 250,000 times.I've only played it three times and needless to say it didn't go well naturally.After tidying up the playing cards and tableware, he continued to drink the remaining third of the wine in the bottle.

It was already night outside the window.I closed the blinds and lay on the bench listening to some old crackling records. Will the mice come back? Will probably come back.Here was stored food and fuel for him through the winter. However, that is only approximate.Perhaps the mouse felt that it was too troublesome and returned to the town, or maybe he decided to live with a girl from somewhere in the world.That's not entirely impossible. If that is the case, then I will be in a very miserable situation.After the one-month deadline passed without finding the mice and sheep, then the man in black probably really wanted to drag me into what he called the twilight of the gods.Although he knew it was meaningless to pull me in, he would definitely do it.He is that kind of person.

The agreed month is exactly halfway through.The second week of October is when metropolis looks its most metropolitan season.If it weren't for these things, I would be eating an omelet and drinking whiskey in some bar by now.It’s a beautiful moment in a beautiful season, and it’s the dusk after the rain, when there are crackling ice cubes and a bar made of a thick whole piece of wood, flowing slowly like a gentle river. When I was thinking about these things in a trance, I began to feel as if there was another me in this world, and I was happily drinking whiskey in a certain bar at this time.And the more I think about it, the more I feel that the me over there is the real me.Somewhere, one point is out of alignment, and the real me becomes the unreal me.

I shook my head, shaking the fantasy away. Outside the nightbirds continued to chirp lowly. ◇ I went up to the second floor, to another small room where the mice were useless, and made the bed.Mattresses, sheets, and blankets are neatly folded in storage cupboards by the stairs. The furniture in the room was exactly the same as in the mouse room.Bedside table, desk, cupboard and lamp.The form is old, but it is a product of the times that only considers the function and makes things extremely strong.Nothing superfluous. From the window next to the pillow, you can also overlook the grassland.The rain had completely stopped, and the thick cloud had cuts in several places.Occasionally, a beautiful half moon will be exposed from the gap, clearly embossing the grassland scenery.It looked like a searchlight was illuminating the bottom of the deep sea.

I got into the bed with my clothes still on, and kept looking at the disappearing and reappearing scenery. Around the ominous detour, the image of my girlfriend who went down the mountain alone overlapped there for a while. After the image disappeared, this time A flock of sheep and rats taking pictures appeared.But when the moon hides in the clouds and reappears, all that disappears. I read "The Case of Sherlock Holmes" by the light of the desk lamp.