Chapter 1183

The rolling heat wave is dense in the air, and large pieces of blue melt into the thick yellow sand, and the steaming steam comes. It seems that even the line of sight begins to blur and distort, so that the whole world disappears in a mass of colorful colors, and all the scenery becomes large pieces of color, and the outline disappears completely.

It's incredible to say that it's still February.

If you stand in the center of New York at this time, your thick down jacket and solid hat and gloves still can't stop the cold wave everywhere. Just five minutes at the crossroads is enough to completely shake in the wind; But now, standing here, you can feel the heat of midsummer, as if even the skin has been scorched and is peeling off.

The question is, where is this?

Paul Walker stood at a crossroads and looked at the scene. He had only one thought in his head: who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

In front of the left is an old gas station, but there are no people around. It is a self-service gas station; Next to it is a row of dilapidated bungalows, which look like abandoned houses in western movies; In front of a dilapidated door sat a Mexican old man, dressed in gorgeous Mexican traditional costumes, but tightly closed his eyes, motionless in the hot sun.

On the right hand side is a thick sandy beach, extending along the blue coastline, with rotten roots and large areas of kelp; Further on, there is an old wharf with several broken boats tied, and there is no sign that it is in use; Then there was a row of dilapidated bungalows in front of us, and we couldn't see anything.

Quiet and lazy, desolate and depressed, it seems that even a trace of life can not feel.

Paul strongly suspected that he was going the wrong way.

Involuntarily, he seriously began to think carefully: how on earth did I come here? Is it the wrong address recorded before, so the person pointed out the wrong way before? Or is it because the signal of the navigation system is not good, when you leave Miami, you have been guided in the wrong direction, and then make mistakes again and again?

Paul was ready to turn on the navigation and search again, and then the wind sent a crisp bell.

Then Paul saw a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a traditional Mexican Cape like a feather, which was colorful; She was holding a mule in her hand. The mule was carrying three huge sacks on its back. It looked very heavy, but it just came unsteadily.

Such a scene is too fantastic. Paul can't react to it for a moment. He just looks at the girl and the mule.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

The bell tied around the mule's neck was shaking, and then he walked slowly across the intersection, straight to the right. At this time, Paul noticed that the girl was walking on the yellow sand without shoes and barefoot, but she didn't feel hot at all.

It seemed that he didn't notice that Paul was like his blue four door sedan, or that he didn't care.

Realizing this, Paul suddenly responded, quickly pushed the door open and yelled, "Hey, here! well! Excuse me, can you tell me where I am now? "

At a crossroad, the girl looked up and cast her eyes in confusion. She didn't seem to understand the meaning of Paul's words, but she didn't open her mouth. She just stood in silence and watched Paul quietly. The mule's steps also stopped, but she still circled in the same place, and the bell was far and near.

Paul didn't wait for an answer. After thinking about it, he decided to change his way of asking, "excuse me, do you know where Antonio's Tango is?" In the girl's gaze, Paul hesitated for a moment, "it's a bar. It's said that it's opened by an Argentinian, in the center of the town..."

"Cuba." The girl spoke.

"Ah?" But the girl's first words were mindless, and Paul was stunned.

"Cuba, it's a bar run by Cubans." The girl once again raised her voice and explained, "the bar is not far ahead. You can walk down this road and see a grocery store on the right side. There is a fork in the street. After turning in, you can drive a short distance to see a small square. The bar is in the small square."

Paul nodded innocently, trying to keep up with the girl's rhythm and gesticulating with his hands.

After the explanation, the girl didn't confirm whether Paul understood. She turned around and drove the mule away again. Her orderly steps didn't seem to be interrupted by the little episode just now. She kept going at her own pace. Shi Shi Shi Ran's back seemed to be full of mystery.

Paul can be sure that the girl should not recognize herself, but this is not the point; Even if you see a stranger, the girl doesn't have the slightest fluctuation. Her calm tone, calm state and calm pace are unpredictable. In addition, this deserted town is full of confusion.

"Thank you... Thank you?" After half a beat, Paul hesitated and raised his voice to express his thanks, but the girl still didn't touch her and went away.

Standing in the same place, Paul is also full of question marks. What happened just now?

But when I think about it, after I left Miami, all the way is full of question marks. One doubt has not been answered, and another doubt has appeared. More and more, more and more, and finally the whole person is completely in a state of fog. Now Paul's only idea is:

How the hell did that guy lenley find this place?

Since the "drunken folk" was killed, Lan Li has disappeared completely, without any communication, contact or movement; The mobile phone turned off cleanly, completely hiding its whereabouts. The most bizarre thing is that the majority of netizens on the social network did not catch the trace of Lan Li.

Paul made persistent calls every day, leaving voice messages, but never received any response. Until three days ago, Paul finally called Langley.

When the other end of the phone heard Langley's cheerful voice again, Paul felt a little relieved; What's more, Langley seems to be clearer than ever. The sound of sunlight seems to be enough to light up the whole sky. Paul can't help but envy and wonder about Langley's journey in the past.

"Ha, I'm surfing now. Come here if you have time. The waves in the Caribbean are really addictive."

When Langley asked for an invitation, Paul nodded and agreed without hesitation. Then he couldn't wait to buy a ticket and went to Miami from Los Angeles. He rented a car and followed the navigation instructions. He asked for directions and fumbled for two days. However, the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate and remote, It's like walking into another world.

For most people, Florida, which is sunny and warm all year round, is always associated with such words as sea, beach, sunshine, party, beauty, recuperation and coziness. Miami is also known as the most suitable city for the elderly in the United States. Many rich people have bought villas here and come here for vacation.

"Speed and passion" series was shot in Florida.

But Paul has never really explored this land. In addition to the prosperity and luxury of Miami, there is such a broken and decaying world, as if abandoned.

All the houses painted rainbow color on both sides of the road have become abandoned empty houses; Those who live on the bottom of their diet have been living in motels for a long time, relying on selling cheap perfume, cheap sunglasses and cheap commodities. There are still more people who choose to sell their bodies and earn fast money, but then squander in front of drug dealers to escape the pain of reality.

Stop and go, stop and go. Paul can't imagine how Langley found out here, how he chose to stay here, and why he stayed here?

Compared with the upper class society in London, the dilapidation here is a completely different world, which reminds Paul of the image outlined in the movie "detachment" - hidden under the gorgeous coat of New York, the land is breeding decadence and decay, eating away the roots of the whole society bit by bit.

It's the same at the moment.

Following the direction of the girl's direction, Paul groped forward. Just when he almost thought he was lost again, he unexpectedly saw blue Li.

A white linen shirt with a pair of sky blue jeans, wearing a pair of dirty canvas shoes, thick beard has not been taken care of for some time, and messy curly hair is also growing wantonly, the whole face has covered most of it, almost can't see clearly, except for the bright eyes.

Streams of people busily coming and going to him. A group of five or six year old children stood in front of him. There seemed to be more than a dozen of them. There was a little foam board in front of everyone, and everyone was laughing and dancing. Suddenly, he shouted, "wave is coming, standing!"

The children jumped up uneven, standing on the foam board, simulating the swaying posture, and laughing at the merry and random laughter all over the square, so that every onlooker can't help but smile.

He let out a strange exclamation, "Oh, angel's in the water, angel's in the water! The shark is coming. Ouch, shark! Watch out for sharks! Haha, Miguel has fallen into the water, too. Be careful, be careful, oh, it's over, we'll all be eaten by sharks together! "

The next moment, he began to disguise himself as a shark and ran quickly among the children. In an instant, he became the scene of the game of hawks catching chickens, with endless laughter.