I lay in the hospital for three days, and when I was discharged, I was chased by a group of reporters, and it took a lot of effort to escape into a taxi parked on the side of the road. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fortunately, there was no strong Smallville wearing glasses among the reporters, otherwise I would not have been able to escape in the face of the kind of reporters who would tear up their clothes and expose the capital S logo on their chests when they didn't say a word.

"Big brother driver! Hurry up! Get rid of the crazy people in the back! I closed the door and shouted to the driver.

The driver in the driver's seat looked very old and gray-haired, so he was simply called an old driver.

The old driver roared, and his blood seemed to be boiling. He expertly shifted gear, then slammed on the gas pedal in a rage, and the taxi engine let out a deafening roar. The tires rub against the ground at high speed.

Hum -

Taxis sped out like arrows off the string.

"I rely on your speed, uncle!" I leaned back and crashed into my seat. And Xiao Jing was caught off guard and went directly through the car window, leaving behind in a daze.

I turned my head to look through the rear window and waved at her. Several reporters who had just been on the side of the taxi fell to the ground.

The uncle in the driver's seat laughed heartily: "Haha, the speed is okay!" I used to race bikers! It's on the other side of the mountain road! I don't want to see through this taxi, but the interior is all changed! He stretched out his hand and pointed out the window.

"Oh my God, no wonder." I threw my crutches aside.

"Young man, I think you're a little familiar, huh? Did it ever appear on TV? The uncle slowed down slightly, opened the front window, and lit a cigarette. Look at me through the rearview mirror.

"Huh? Have it? I've never been on TV or anything. ”

"Ahh That's right! I remember! Are you the guy who saved people the other day? Spare your photos on TV! Uncle turned his head to look at me and asked curiously.

"Hey! Uncle! Look ahead! Red light! I reminded him loudly.

"Oh! That's right! I almost forgot to drive! He didn't look back, but the car, under his control, stopped in an instant and almost collided with the car in front of him.

"Are you the one? Is that the son of the deceased city hero? Uncle looked back at me with a cigarette in his mouth while he waited for the red light.

"Well, it's me. What, uncle, will you not take my money? I asked shamelessly.

"Ahh Of course, the money still has to be collected. The uncle scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"Ugh... I sighed in disappointment. I thought I could brush my face.

"I'm sorry, boy." The uncle turned his head and reached out the window and flicked the cigarette ash.

"Huh? No need to apologize, I should have paid. ”

"Not for that. I shouldn't have mentioned your father. After all, he just passed away not long ago, and it will remind you of the unhappy things again. The uncle whispered.

"Ah, it's okay. Although I don't believe that people go to heaven or anything after death, it is better to die than to live. Take that man, for example, who always had a headache about the city's security during his lifetime, fighting criminals day and night, not even returning home, and dealing with blood and death almost every day. There's not much to do with that kind of life. What do you say, uncle? ”

"Yes, it may be much easier to die than to live in trouble." The driver's uncle looked upwards with the cigarette butt he was about to finish smoking, with the expression on his face that he had seen many trivial things in life.

"Looks like you don't have a good relationship with your father." He looked back at me as he extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Well, there will always be contradictions between people. It doesn't matter what the relationship is with each other. No matter how intimate it is, there will be. Some small contradictions may disappear in a few days, but some... "I looked at the red light. It's been a long time since this red light.

"Do you smoke?" Uncle turned his head and handed me a cigarette.

"Huh? No. I've been quitting for a long time. I excused myself.

The uncle nodded and lit a cigarette again.

"I'm so grateful to your father." He said with a sharp drag on his cigarette. At the same time, the car was started slowly.

"What, did he save you or your family?" I asked, confused.

"Nope." Uncle Driver whispered.

"That..."

"Or rather... He didn't get out. The driver interrupted me with a trembling voice.

He turned to look at me and winked, pointing to a picture posted on the front of the car. The photo shows a cute little girl smiling brightly.

"My daughter. Cute, right? The driver's uncle smiled kindly at the photo, and then his expression was a little irrepressibly sad.

"She left two years ago." The driver's uncle had tears in his eyes.

He sniffed and rubbed his eyes hard. "Don't look at my wrinkled face and gray hair, I'm actually only in my early thirties." He looked at me with red eyes and a smile.

"You say... Didn't get out... What is the meaning? I looked at him.

"Ah, you said that... It was two years ago when a knife robber was chased by the police and forced into a kindergarten. He took three children hostage with a knife. Among them is my daughter... He slammed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray.

"You mean that case... Even though I was in prison at the time, I heard about it. SO ... One of the children that the gangsters suddenly went crazy to kill was...

I looked at him sympathetically.

"Looks like you know that... Uncle Driver rubbed his red eyes again, and he drove the car to look ahead. "I hated the cops so much. How can they be so incompetent? That's my daughter! I was a professional racing driver and I was making a lot more money than I could do with a taxi. But then I really couldn't do it anymore, because every time I accelerated the car to the fastest speed, I would remember that my daughter used to sit in the passenger seat and scream and laugh, telling me to drive faster, faster... He whispered slowly, in a thick, nasal voice. I saw him gritting his teeth from behind, trying to keep the tears from coming out.

"Your father came to see me at my daughter's funeral. I remember him constantly apologizing to me at the time, saying it was his fault. I was pretending to be to him at the time ... But it's funny to think about it now. What does my daughter's death have to do with your father? Your father was not in charge of the case and was not at the scene at all. But as for your father, he took all the tragedies that happened in this city as his fault, and he obviously did nothing wrong. Why did he apologize to me? ”

He turned his head to look at me.

"Young man, you are brave and far stronger than us grown-ups. But you're still young after all. I've actually said so much just to hope you understand that there is nothing in this world that needs to be carried by one person. I've seen a professor on TV who says you might be the new hope of this city, and I say that's bullshit! If the justice of the city is all guarded by one person, then there can be no hope for the city! ”

I looked at his vicissitudes of life and his head full of gray hair. What a great grief it is for a person who is not very old to become like this. I've never experienced that kind of pain.

"Young man, I have never seen such a great man as your father in my life. Although I am only a poor driver, I have met a lot of people of all kinds. Truly, I've never seen anything like your father's. I've always scoffed at the media and whatever. But one thing, they were right. ”

"Your father, he's a hero." He looked back. "I don't know what kind of conflict you have with him, but you don't need to continue to stubbornly fight with someone who has passed away... Not to mention someone like your father. ”

I looked sideways out the window, and countless pedestrians flashed by outside the window. The clouds in the sky were still drifting as usual.

Maybe this uncle is right.

"One more thing, young man, don't listen to the idiot professors on the news to be a vigilante! That thing is too dangerous! It's enough for us adults to carry all the heavy stuff in this city, and young people of your age should study hard! Uncle said.

"Ahem, that, Uncle Driver, I wanted to interrupt you from the beginning, but... That one... Haven't I told you where I'm going? Where have you been going?! Aren't you cheating on me?! What are you driving around all the time?! Isn't this a pit for my money! ”

"Aha!" The old driver laughed heartily. "Where are you going? This guest? ”

"Ahaha!" He then laughed and said, "I've been in the industry for a long time, and I haven't met an opponent!" ”

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"Goodbye! Uncle! ”

"Hey! Slow down! Lad! I said goodbye to the driver. Walk slowly on crutches.

Maybe the uncle was right, I couldn't understand my father all along. In fact, my impression of him is basically from those media reports. Heroes of the city or something. When he was at home, he didn't talk much, at least to me. In fact, I always thought that maybe I was the one who was adopted, not my sister.

As I walked on crutches, I remembered when I was in prison, covered in wounds, when he and my sister went to visit me, and I yelled at him through the window.

"What kind of hero are you?! Why did half of the people in Yunchuan's largest prison be sent in by you personally?! It's all just a little gangster! Did you see that?! All those who came to me for revenge are dead! What kind of heinous criminals are they?! Even me, a 14-year-old junior high school student, can't be killed! You're a coward! Coward! You'll never be able to catch someone who should be caught! Instead, you sent me in with your own hands! You're nothing! Nothing the is not! You're not a hero! ”

What was that man's reaction? Angry? No, I don't. Sadness? It doesn't seem to be either. I just vaguely remember him turning around and leaving, leaving my sister crying at me.

I don't know him at all. It seems like it's always just a silent back.

I braced half of my body on crutches, took the key out of my pocket and opened the door.

Naturally, my sister won't be at home, and it seems that she has something to do to go to school. And still... Haha, she's probably running back. I've always thought that the ability of spirits to pass through entities is a powerful one. I don't think so anymore. Obviously they can't get on the bus.

It's rare to be quiet.

I walked past the study on crutches. This is the man's private domain.

Speaking of which, I've never been there, not even after he's gone. He never let my sister and me in, and would always lock himself in and lock the door.

I hesitated, but pushed the door open. It's unlocked.

It's a little smaller inside than I thought. In addition to a narrow single bed and desk, there is only a row of large bookshelves with many books neatly arranged. There are all kinds of books. But a large part of it is still ... I saw the Sherlock Holmes detective collection, Agatha's no survivors, Keigo Higashino's Suspect X's dedication... Edgar Allan Poe, Ellery Quinn, Dixon Carr, Etsuko Nitoki, Conan Edogawa. Ah wrong, Edogawa Ranbu, William Collins。。。。。。 It's all mystery and crime fiction. I was surprised to see a copy of One Piece sandwiched in it.

I pulled it out hard. Damn, no wonder I can't find this one. This man shouldn't take advantage of my absence to sneak into my comics... Should... No, I can't.

I saw a few books next to each other on the stuffed and crowded shelves with no names on the spine. Curious, I pulled out the first one and flipped through it.

This... It seems to be a diary. I looked at the handwritten words. Every stroke is neat. It's a great way to write.

I stepped back and seemed to step on something.

I looked down and saw a large pile of white paper rolled up and stacked on top of each other.

I opened it and looked, and it was... Brush words? That man still practiced calligraphy. I turned my head and saw a brush and an inkstone on his desk.

I glanced at his journal and flipped to the title page. I saw the words above...

"The lamp shines brightly on the city,

Meteors can't shoot over our heads.

The hideousness of this steel jungle,

Shadows that are beyond the reach of the eye,

Hidden are traps laid by hunters.

But none of this can stop my generation from moving forward.

Like the thunder roaring in the sky,

In the end, it will not be the sunny weather that will come! ”

I whispered.

What the hell. Come with me again. His tombstone looks like some great writer has died. I complained silently in my heart.

Forget it, I'm less literate anyway. I closed the journal. Forcefully trying to insert it back in place.

I pushed it in desperately.

Well? I seem to have pressed something...

I listened closely, and there seemed to be a slight sound of gears turning.

I watched in amazement as the bookshelves turned, revealing a secret door that allowed a person to enter sideways.

What's this?! What's that? Is the author in his brain? And this kind of plot? Bruce Wayne's Bat Cave? This plot is too, isn't it?!