Outside a café in Chicago, an old Ford laden with luggage slowly pulls up, and a young man and woman open the door to blend into the lake breeze of late August. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the last time I came, and the last time, Chicago was clearly peaceful and prosperous, of course, partly because it was in a commercial street, and Levi glanced around, just in case, and at the same time she was not very comfortable with this peaceful prosperity, although it had been ten days and a half since she returned.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the false economic prosperity brought about by lying on the corpses of Eastern Europe and even the world sucking blood, to use the words that Chu Man had nothing to do with her, this beautiful prosperity is no less dirty than the money in the hands of those prostitutes and drug dealers in Roanapura.

Well, I didn't come here today to mock US imperialist capitalism, but mainly because Chu Man said that he wanted to meet a "person" and get something back.

A black man?

When Levi saw the black man sitting at the coffee table, in a straight suit and smiling heartily at her, uh, probably waving at him, she was really surprised, not that she was racist or anything, after all, in this country and even in the world, the current status of yellow people is not much better than that of black people, maybe not as good as it.

It's just that Levy doesn't look down on blacks, it doesn't mean that Chu Man won't, although he looks at most people like looking at chickens waiting to be slaughtered, but the black race, in Chu Man's mouth, is only a little better than Indians.

"Lawyer, that's a pretty identity. The first time Levi saw Chu Man's kind of equal, no, cautious conversation, which made her even more curious, who is this?

Unfortunately, her instincts have always been good, but she has never been good at reasoning, so she just sat bored and watched, not even taking a sip of the cake and coffee in front of her, the former she may not be able to control her appearance, the latter she dislikes even more, or pizza and refreshing alcoholic drinks suit her.

Levy sitting next to her did not interfere with the conversation between the two "people" sitting opposite each other, in fact, the conversation between them sounded like inexplicable small talk to Levy.

And this small talk didn't last long, after Chu Man drank the cup of coffee, he pulled Levy up and said goodbye.

"Seriously, who is that?" Levy still couldn't help but ask curiously, her and Chu Man's relationship pattern seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, and she became the little girl who asked questions and studied again.

Chu Man was the most self-contained villain she had ever seen, and he was still a capable and unscrupulous villain, although she never knew why he did things that could only be described as crazy, maybe he had always been crazy, but there was no doubt that he never did meaningless actions.

It's a pity that Chu Man himself is not sure of the answer to this question, after all, his understanding of that "person" is limited to the description in that book that is not true or false, or whether it is comprehensive or not, "Nyarlathotep, you can call him that." ”

He?

Levi's memory had not yet reached the stage of decay, and this strange word reminded her of the crazy Chu Man who changed from crazy after that rampage, and after he said to go, those monsters who revealed their true colors in the dark, as if they were really aliens, and those crazy fanatics......

Bloody blood, warm rotting corpses, and a rain of bullets that wiped his face...... Thinking back to that time when the army, the police, the gangsters, the monsters, and the madmen were fighting, Levi even had a little nostalgic illusion, well, only the illusion, the kind of wandering chaos that could not get even a moment of peaceful rest was enough once.

However, it seems that Chu Man doesn't think so—he has resumed his behavior of staring at the empty space from time to time......

"It's all now, at least tell me, why are you doing it?"

The Ford car continued to drive, but the energetic music that had been playing for a long time stopped, and Levy suddenly asked a question that she had asked once a long time ago, but that time Chu Man did not answer her.

There was a moment of silence, only the noise of the old car and the occasional horn on the road, and then Chu Man spoke, this time, Chu Man still did not answer, but asked her a question: "Why did you agree to my invitation?"

Why? For that million dollars that didn't really mean much to her? Apparently not, he and she both knew that it was just a habit of interaction between him and her.

"Maybe it's partly because of your Electra complex, but ......" Chu Man poked the bottom of a girl's or woman's heart with his usual indifferent analysis, pointing directly at the desire that he planted and grew and thrived over the years, "You like the feeling of 'dancing' with a gun and using a weapon, the danger of not only standing on the edge of life and death, but also easily deciding the life and death of others, for you, it is like a hearty meal that cannot be refused......"

Most of the people who are immersed in this industry actually have problems in this area, and those who don't have it either die or make enough money early to get out, only those who are addicted to the battlefield of life and death and can't extricate themselves, or violent maniacs, or whatever they call it, will stay in this field forever.

And the ultimate ones, according to the psychological standards of normal people, none of them are normal, including Levy, from being forced, to habitual, to indulging in enjoyment, to actively pursuing every exhilarating catharsis of firepower, proving the meaning of their existence.

And challenging the world's most powerful military power is undoubtedly the pinnacle of this pursuit, and even stupid from the perspective of ordinary people: it is only suicide.

"So, you're just enjoying it?" Levy was somewhat embarrassed about being exposed by a sentence, or this kind of understatement, but more importantly, the answer to the question conveyed by Chu Man.

Of course, Chu Man didn't mind admitting that he was different from ordinary people, every killing was a pleasure for him, at least that's how his brain reacted, but that's not all, "No, I'm solving a puzzle, and I enjoy solving it and the process of solving it, so I did it." ”

"Mind telling me, what is the puzzle?" Levy wanted to know more than the oddities that either made her sick or make her head uncomfortable, what was the man who had changed her destiny was pursuing.

"Who am I?"

......

......

"Who is he, where is he, and what does he want to do......"

A litany of questions converged on a joint analysis by intelligence agencies across the United States, because some of the egregious events that evoked memories that many people wanted to never remember again, causing them to commit all kinds of anxiety and phobia syndromes, were once again playing out in the United States.

The good news is that with the experience of the last time, as well as more advanced technology and a larger ministry, this time, they reacted in a very timely manner and put out a lot of the fires in a state that had just been ignited, or so they thought.

And now, they're going to find the damn arsonist, the damn monster who never died, who smeared a lot of shit on America's face and wiped two handfuls of it.

One answer soon came out: "New York." ”