Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 302

"People look down on you!" Shi Fei said to George with a hint of teasing in his tone.

George did not respond, he just lowered his head, his heart in a mess. He just wanted to go home now, back to the small apartment that was shabby but at least made him feel a little safe.

But the current situation was completely beyond his control. Neither the cold-blooded Dark Knight nor the mysterious Shi Fei was someone he could handle.

Things were developing in a direction he could not have expected, and he was powerless to do anything. He could only remain silent and pray silently that what happened tonight would not affect his work tomorrow.

"Illegal immigrant, stop your illegal behavior..." No. 18 wanted to continue scolding Shi Fei, but suddenly found that he could not make a sound.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could only open his mouth silently.

"Have they always been like this?" Shi Fei looked at the righteous dark knight in front of him and turned to ask George.

George didn't know how to answer. He had never really come into contact with the Dark Knights, but only heard rumors about them from others.

They are the law enforcers in the dark, the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of crimes. And... trouble! Where they are, there is crime.

"I originally thought that you were so confident in scolding people that you would be a hot-tempered old man, but I didn't expect you to be a guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong!" Shi Fei looked at George with a little contempt.

George was speechless and could only lower his head and silently endure the contempt.

"Go back! Just pretend you didn't see us!" Shi Fei waved at No. 18.

Number 18's body trembled slightly, and a string of strange codes flashed on the visor of his helmet.

His eyes became blank, and then he mechanically put on his helmet, mounted the pitch-black mechanical Pegasus, and flew silently in the night sky, continuing to patrol the area, looking for possible clues to the crime.

As for the encounter with Shi Fei, his memory seemed to have been erased by some force and he could no longer remember anything.

"Let's go!" Shi Fei patted George on the shoulder: "Let's drive back!"

"Oh..." George nodded blankly and turned back to the car. He just sat in the driver's seat, but found that Shi Fei was already sitting in the passenger seat.

"You...what are you doing..." George asked stutteringly, feeling flustered. He originally thought that Shi Fei would let him drive back so that he could get rid of this mysterious man, but he didn't expect that the other party would follow him.

"I'm very petty. You just scolded me and made me feel very upset." Shi Fei leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "I'll stay at your house for a few days as compensation."

"You are someone who can even ignore the Dark Knight, so why bother with a small person like me?" George's tone was pleading, even a little humble.

He didn't know who Shi Fei was, but he knew very well that this was someone he could not afford to offend.

Could it be that...he was the devil described in the Bible? George's mind was full of random guesses.

"Although I'm very generous, your scolding is very unpleasant!" Shi Fei lay on the passenger seat, his eyes swept over the old decorations in the car: "How old is your car?"

George replied helplessly: "The car was nine years old when I bought it, and I've been driving it for six years."

"It's been fifteen years! What year is it now?" Shi Fei looked at the radio and plastic air vents in the car. They were completely from a different era than the Dark Knight he had just seen. He couldn't help but sigh.

This world is a little magical!
"This year is 2030!" George took Shi Fei's sigh as a question about what year it was. He felt more and more that Shi Fei was a devil from hell.

I don’t even know what year it is.

"Oh? What a good era!" Shi Fei said, looking at the bumpy road under the headlights. George drove further and further into a remote place, not because he had any ideas, but because the house he rented was here. He finally stopped in front of a dilapidated community.

This is where he rents a house in a community called "Shuangkuai", a three-story wooden structure built in the 1970s.

The white paint on the exterior wall had long been mottled, revealing the gray wooden planks underneath, and rain had washed out dark brown marks on the wall. The railings of the second-floor balcony were rusty, and there were a few empty beer cans and withered potted plants piled in the corner.

"Do you really want to go in?" George asked hesitantly, standing at the door.

"What's wrong?" Shi Fei asked.

"It's a bit messy inside!" George was a little embarrassed.

"How many single men's homes are not messy?" Shi Fei recalled briefly.

George pushed open the creaking door. The floor at the entrance had sunk a little, and it made a slight groan when he stepped on it.

The shoe cabinet on the right was missing a door, revealing a few pairs of badly worn work boots. On the wall were cheap hooks from IKEA, on which hung supermarket staff uniforms and a faded denim jacket.

I walked in and turned on the light. The living room was very small, with a second-hand sofa taking up most of the space. There were a few cigarette burns on the beige fabric.

The coffee table was made of two plastic storage boxes and a piece of wood, on which were piled takeout menus and overdue utility bills. The TV was still an old-fashioned picture tube model, with a crack in the corner of the screen, which was barely stuck with transparent tape.

The kitchen cabinet doors were warped and rusty on the hinges. The refrigerator was an old-fashioned top-freezer and bottom-refrigerator style, with sticky notes on the side saying "Remember to buy milk" and "Pay rent on Friday."

There was an iron bed in the bedroom, with a dented mattress. On the bedside table was a photo of George and his mother, with a crack in the glass frame.

The door of the closet didn't close properly, revealing the wrinkled shirt and tie inside. In the corner were several cardboard boxes filled with George's college textbooks and notes, covered with a layer of dust.

The whole apartment smelled of damp wood, mixed with cheap detergent and fast food. The window frames were warped from years of disrepair, leaking drafts in the winter and unbearably hot in the summer.

But this is George's home, a shelter that can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

"Is this house rented?" Shi Fei said after looking around.

"Yes!"

"How much per month?" Shi Fei asked again.

George replied, "Sixteen hundred dollars."

Shi Fei frowned: "How much can you earn in a month?"

"Four thousand dollars," George said.

George lied to impress the devil, and with his two jobs combined, and without any deductions, he barely made $4,000.

Under normal circumstances, his monthly income was only US$3,500, and every month his two bosses would find excuses to deduct some money from him.

"This rent is too expensive!" Shi Fei said after hearing it.

The rent is almost half of my salary. Am I working for the boss or for the landlord?
(End of this chapter)