Chapter 24 21

The surroundings were completely darkened, and it wasn't monochromatic darkness, but a darkness that seemed to be smeared with various paints like cream. I put my face on the window glass of the taxi and looked at the darkness. It felt like a weird plane, and it looked like a sharp knife cut on a material without a sense of substance. The wonderful sense of distance dominates. in the dark.A great night bird with outspread wings was clearly blocking the way before my eyes. As the car continued to move forward, the houses became more and more sparse, and finally turned into grasslands and forests filled with the sound of tens of thousands of insects.The clouds hang down like rocks, and everything on the ground is silent in the darkness as if they have their heads back.Only the sound of insects drowned the surface.

I stopped talking to the Spanish lecturer and just continued to smoke alternately.The taxi driver also smoked while staring at the headlights on the road.I unconsciously tapped my fingers on my knees and a few times were driven by an urge to open the taxi door and get out. Switchboards, sand pits, cisterns, golf courses, sweater holes, and marble toys. Where should I go?I have nowhere to go with the chaotic cards with no context.I can't help but want to go home, I want to go back a moment earlier to take a shower, drink coffee, and get into the warm bed with cigarettes and Kant. Why do I keep running in the dark?Fifty pinball machines, that would be stupid, a dream and a dream without substance.

Even so, the three-handed spaceship continues to call out to me. ◇ The Spanish lecturer asked the car to park in the middle of an open space about 500 meters away from the road.Soft ankle-length grass stretched out like a shallow ford.I got out of the car, straightened my back and took a deep breath, but I smelled the smell of a chicken farm. There were no lights within the range of my eyes, only faint street lights that vaguely revealed the surrounding scenery.Countless worm sounds surrounded us, as if they were trying to pull us into something from under our feet. We were silent for a moment to let our eyes get used to the darkness.

Is this still Tokyo?I try to ask like this. Sure, doesn't it look like it? It felt like it was the end of the world. The Spanish lecturer nodded but said nothing with a look of total agreement.We smoked while we smelled grass and chicken droppings.The smoke flows low and low like a wolf's fire. There's barbed wire over there.He stretched out his hand straight as if he was practicing shooting, and pointed into the dark depths.My eyes widened to identify barbed wire. You walk along the wire fence for about 300 meters, and there is a warehouse at the end. storehouse? He didn't even look at me and just nodded.Yes, it is a big warehouse, so you can tell at a glance that it used to be the frozen warehouse of the chicken farm, but it is no longer used, and the chicken farm has been dumped.

But it still tastes like chicken.I said. smell?Oh, that's soaked into the mud, and it's worse when it rains, it seems that you can hear the sound of feathers. There was almost nothing to be seen behind the barbed wire, only the terrible darkness, and even the sound of insects was almost suffocating. The warehouse door was open, and the owner of the warehouse opened it for us in advance.The one you're looking for is right there. Have you ever been in? Only once did I ask him to let me in.He nodded with a cigarette still in his mouth, and the orange sparks swayed in the darkness.

There is a light switch immediately on the right hand side after opening the door, so pay attention to the stairs. won't you come You go alone!I made an appointment like this. appointment? He dropped the cigarette under his feet and extinguished it carefully.Yes, he said you can stay as long as you like, and please turn off the lights when you go back. The air gradually cooled, and the cold air of the earth rose from around us. Have you met the owner? seen.He paused for a moment before answering. What kind of person? The lecturer shrugged, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose.Characters with no obvious features, at least not visible to the eyes.

So why collect fifty marble toys? Well, there are all kinds of people in the world, that’s all! I don't think it's just that, but I thanked the lecturer and broke up with him, walking along the chicken wire fence alone. I think it's not just that.Collecting fifty marbles is a little different than collecting fifty wine labels. The warehouse looked like a squatting animal, surrounded by dense growth of tall grass, with a single window on the steep gray wall, it was a gloomy building.What appeared to be the name of the chicken farm had been smeared with white paint on the double iron doors.

I looked up at the building for a while about ten paces away.No matter how much I thought about it, nothing good came up.I dismissed the idea and went to the entrance, and pushed open the iron door, which was as cold as ice. The door opened without a sound, and a completely different kind of darkness unfolded before my eyes.