Chapter 1

Aoki's hair was in disorder. He was casually covered with an old gray windbreaker outside his T-shirt. He was wearing untimely mesh flared pants with his hands in his trouser pockets. He walked meandering down the street with his back slightly hunched. The pull plate on his feet was almost close to the ground, making a sound of kicking.

"Hey, look at this man. Is he crazy to wear a windbreaker on such a hot day?"

A little couple walked by with a sunshade. The man smiled and said to the girl around him.

The girl looked back and took a serious look: "people are handsome!"

"Hum! It's handsome to top a chicken nest?" the boy was indignant.

The return rate of this outfit is very high, which attracts a lot of comments, but Aoki doesn't care. He looks lazy and doesn't care.

A little girl of five or six years old took her mother's hand and turned around step by step. Her big eyes flashed and stared at Qingmu. Finally, she couldn't help but wonder and asked:

"Uncle, aren't you hot?"

"Uh... Not hot."

Aoki touched his messy hair and considered whether to have a haircut, but he gave up when he thought it was troublesome to have a haircut.

The little girl's mother smiled sorry at Aoki and said to the little girl, "it's the big brother. Meimei, don't shout."

"Aha, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's not so small!" Aoki felt his head shyly.

The mother is very young, with white skin and beautiful facial features. She wears jeans shorts and high-heeled sandals, revealing her slender legs and slender waist. She looks like a college student. Where can people think of her daughter as so big.

"Big brother brother!"

The little girl called Meimei gave a gentle cry, smiled shyly, and showed her milky teeth.

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

Probably because it was too hot, they quickened their pace and stopped in front of the grocery store.

"Is Meimei thirsty? Mom will buy you a drink."

The young mother let go of the little girl's hand and took down the shoulder bag from her back. When she was about to open it, a young man with yellow hair ran through the oblique thorn. First, she pushed the little girl hard, and then quickly grabbed the bag in the young mother's hand and ran away.

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

The young mother was robbed of her bag. "Ah" screamed and wanted to chase her, but when she saw her fallen daughter, she hurried to help her. When she looked back, the bag robber had disappeared at the corner of the street.

When the car stopped, the driver rolled down the window, stretched out his head and scolded, "walking doesn't have eyes!" and then stepped on the gas 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 comforted her mother when she was frightened.

There was no one on the street except Aoki.

Aoki came to them and squatted down to see the little girl's injury.

"Your name is Meimei? What a nice name!" Aoki asked, holding the girl's slightly swollen knee. "Does it hurt?"

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

"My name is Aoki." Aoki put down Meimei's calf and said to his young mother, "the bone is all right. Just go back and rub some medicine."

The young mother nodded gratefully.

"Meimei, you wait here. Will your brother help you find your mother's bag?"

Before the mother and daughter could react, Aoki stood up and walked to the street, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Mom, is brother Aoki very powerful?"

"Well, maybe, yes."

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

"Oh, wait... Wait."

The young mother hesitated, then took her daughter's hand and chased the corner where the green wood disappeared.

"What strange people!" the hostess of the canteen looked at the mother and daughter and put down the phone in her hand.

……

In a dark alley full of garbage, the boy with yellow hair zipped his backpack, looked inside and smiled.

A crow flew out of nowhere and called to him "quack".

"Shit, what bad luck! Get out!" yelled Huang Mao.

"Hey! Robbed someone's bag and left like this?"

Huang Mao was startled and turned to see a strange man.

The man had messy hair and wore bell bottomed trousers that were popular only in the 1980s. The trouser legs were cut short and the thread was open at the bottom. He also put on a windbreaker in hot weather, put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned lazily under the wall.

"What's none of your business?" said Huang Mao fiercely.

"You grab the bag and grab the bag. Why push the child onto the road?"

"Do you want to mind your own business?" Huang Mao put down his bag, took out a spring knife, showed a sharp blade, and skillfully threw it around in his hand, "be careful to splash your blood!"

Aoki looked up at the sky: "in broad daylight!"

"Ha ha!" Huang Mao shook his knife and legs. "This is my territory. I tell you, there are no cameras in this area. Here is garbage except garbage. Even if I kill you, no one knows."

"Really?" Aoki was happy.

"There seems to be no camera!"

"No one!"

"Except garbage is garbage!"

"Even if I kill you, no one knows!"

Aoki squinted and talked to himself, as if he were talking to a pile of garbage. He gently pulled out his hand inserted in his trouser pocket and stretched lazily.

"You really shouldn't push that child."

Huang Mao was distracted by the guy's nagging words in front of him. Is this man sick? He didn't run out of the mental hospital, did he?

The crow behind him croaked again.

Shit, what bad luck!

Huang Mao doesn't want to be serious with a psychopath.

I can't. can't I hide?

He spat at the crow parked on the garbage dump. He was about to leave when he suddenly felt something wrong.

How did it get so dark? The houses and trees in the distance disappeared, the narrow alley disappeared, and there were only piles of black garbage bags around.

Every garbage bag is bulging. There seems to be something crawling in it.

Then the bag broke and poured out thick liquid, like asphalt and blood from a rotten corpse.

"You really shouldn't push that child."

The crazy chatter sounded in his ear again. He turned around but couldn't see the strange man. Except for the crow, there was only rubbish left around.

The liquid ran to his feet and soon flooded his ankles. He backed back in fear, but the black viscous liquid had filled the whole street.

He ran desperately to escape the street. But his feet were too heavy to lift. His legs were filled with lead. It seemed that he was running in slow motion.

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

"There are no cameras here."

"There's only rubbish here."

"Garbage..."

……

The sound is more and more unreal, and there is more and more garbage.

The black liquid surged like a wave, ran over the yellow hair's neck, overflowed into his mouth and nose, and he smelled the smell of death.

He raised his head and made a last effort to struggle.

At the last moment when the sewage flooded his eyes, he saw the crow flapping its wings and flying away in the distance.

"Shit, what bad luck!"

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