Heroes of the Restricted Zone

Chapter 1255 People Always Have Hope

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Although Chen Yingxiong helped, although the entire English media was discussing and hyping it up, and although more and more people began to join in, they helped him find this special commemorative ticket.

But that ticket seemed to have disappeared from the world and never appeared again.

With the passage of time, more and more people have begun to give up—after all, they have their own jobs and lives, and it is impossible to devote all their energy to serving others to find a ticket. There is a reward, but if you don't find it, it's really just a volunteer.

And it's not just that more and more people are giving up.

A voice has already begun to appear, and it has quickly become a consensus in everyone's mind.Even Samuel Mertz already knew.

That is, the tickets are no longer there, either burned or soaked, and then flowed into the sewer with the rain that night, and finally washed into the sea...

Ten days passed and still no news.

Bascombe came once to comfort poor Mertz, and this consolation meant that even he would give up his search.

"We mobilized so many people for ten days without any clues..."

He did not go on.

Mertz nodded: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Bascombe."

Bascombe was a little worried when he saw the old man's listless answer, so he asked, "What are you going to do in the future, Mr. Mertz?"

Mertz shook his head, eyes lost.

Bascombe really sympathized with the old man, because everyone is a Liverpool fan, and he can [-]% understand the old man's mood during these ten days.

But what can he do?He can't conjure up Merz's tickets out of thin air, can he?
If you can't find it, you can't find it.

Although this reality is cruel, it must be accepted.

Of course he knew that for Mertz, losing his son at the Hillsborough Stadium was already a major blow in his life. Over the years, I am afraid that this ticket has played the role of his son in the old man's mind.

In the previous contact with the old man, he gradually learned about the story of this family.

Because of his son's accident, he cut off contact with his son's wife and grandson.Because his daughter-in-law thought he was going to take his son to watch the game, but the father-in-law himself was fine, but her husband stayed in that stadium forever.How could she not resent her father-in-law?

She left the house with her child and stopped contacting the old man at all.

Just two years ago, his wife who had been with him also passed away.Since the child's death, the wife has been depressed and her health is getting worse day by day.

Now he is actually the only one left in this family.To him, that ticket is like his son, seeing things and thinking about others.

But now, the ticket is gone, and he lost his son again...

Facing the poor old man, Bascombe was helpless, and he put his hand on his shoulder: "My condolences will change."

After saying this in a low voice, he got up and said goodbye.

The old man didn't send him out. When Bascombe went out, he looked back. In the dark house, the old man was sitting alone on the dilapidated sofa, motionless, like a marble statue.

Bascombe pursed his lips tightly, and finally turned and left the lifeless house.

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Not long after Bascombe left, Dugal came.

He'd come to give the old man an update—even though there wasn't really any update.

But every two days, he has to come.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as just telling him the latest situation, the old man is the only one left in this room, and he always has some faint worries in his heart.

After all, the old man is alone now, what if he can't stand the blow of losing the ticket and does something stupid?
Always came to see if he was okay.

Dugal was in front of the house and was surprised to find that the door was still open, so he was taken aback and walked in quickly.

He was relieved when he saw the old man sitting on the sofa facing the door.

"Mr. Mertz." He walked in and turned on the light in the living room, and finally there was light in the dark room.

Merz heard Dugal's voice and looked up at him with empty, bewildered eyes.

Seeing him like this, Dugal knew that someone must have come to tell the old man the "truth" that was circulating outside.

In fact, he also wanted to tell the old man about it. No matter what, it’s not okay to live in fantasy. People have to face reality in order to live bravely.So he was going to tell Mr. Mertz the cruel truth.

But now he has changed his mind.

Because he feels that his reasoning is only useful for young and middle-aged people, because their lives are still very long, at least ten or twenty years to live.Naturally, we need to face reality squarely and live well.

But the elderly are different. They are already dying. At this age, sometimes false fantasies may be the biggest motivation to support them to live.

So what if you know it's fake?

Now is the time, does it matter what the truth is?
So when the words came to my lips, they changed.

"I've come to tell you good news, Mr. Mertz!" His voice was an octave higher, and of course there was some tremor in it.It doesn't feel good that he's cheating on an old man after all...

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, light flashed in the old man's eyes, and his eyes widened a little.

The power of hope is great...even if it's just a false hope.

Seeing this scene, Dugal sighed in his heart.

"Yes, it's good news. I think...that ticket of yours might give us a clue..."

There is more and more light in the old man's eyes.

Dugal suddenly wanted to slap himself, because he really wanted to push himself to a dead end and make himself a little bit hard to get off.

Where does he have any clues?He has no clue at all!

But in order to comfort the old man, he blurted out these words.

He was afraid that the old man would catch him and ask for more details. If he couldn't answer by then, wouldn't he be in trouble?I'm afraid that the harm to the old man will be even greater...

Thinking of this, he quickly said to Mertz: "I'm here to inform you about this, Mr. Mertz. Now I have to rush over to continue the investigation..."

After speaking, he turned around and fled.

He didn't even look back at Mr. Mertz, because he was afraid that after seeing Mr. Mertz's face full of hope because of his lie, he would feel even more guilty.

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When I escaped from Mr. Mertz's house, the lights outside were already on.

Dugal stood on the side of the road, looking up at the sky.

He felt as if he had done something wrong and had done something cruel.

Where does he have any clues?It's just random nonsense, and as time goes by, it will always wear out.He would have to come again in two days, because if he didn't come, I'm afraid Mr. Merz would be able to guess what happened.

When the time comes, how sad and desperate will Mr. Merz feel when he finds out that he has been cheated?And beside him, is there anyone who can comfort him, persuade him and enlighten him.So what folly would he do?

Dugal shivered, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Although he is an Everton fan, he fully understands the feelings of a survivor of the Hillsborough tragedy towards that ticket.

You know, their pain didn't stop at the afternoon of April 1989, [-], but continued. As time went on, it got deeper and heavier, and many people couldn't breathe. angry.

Now the small ticket in this chapter has become his only spiritual sustenance.

Let him have hope, and then let his hope be shattered, this is the cruelest way for the person concerned.

But now it was too late for him to regret, could he turn back and say to Mertz: "I'm sorry, you forgot what I said just now, I was teasing you! I think you were in a bad mood just now, so Just kidding with you..."

Of course not.

I was really forced to a dead end!And damn I forced it myself!

Dugal stood on the side of the road with a bitter expression on his face.

But he suddenly thought of what he had said to Mr. Merz when he had just learned that he had lost a ticket at Hillsborough.

—Don't worry, Mr. Mertz.I swear I will get this ticket back for you!
That's right, I made an oath, how could I break my word?

Gotta do something, right?You can't sit still like this, can you?There are two more days...

Dugal began to desperately think of a way, at least to have a clear conscience.

The potential of human beings is actually endless, but it often fails to burst out when it is not in a desperate situation.

Now, Dugal has cornered himself.So he can also enjoy the benefits of driving himself to a desperate situation...

A sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind.

In the early stage, everyone analyzed many possibilities, and felt that garbage trucks are the biggest suspect, and garbage treatment plants are also the most likely destination.

They went to investigate the garbage disposal plant and the garbage truck, but they couldn't find any clues.

But why... no one thought of looking for it along the road from Goodison Park to the waste disposal plant?Maybe there will be some clues?

Yeah, why?

Is it because of too much work?

do not care!
Although it's only two days, now is no excuse!

Since time is limited, I will start looking for it from now on!

Just doing what he said, Dugal returned to his car, started, turned, turned around and drove towards Goodison Park.

In this way, an Everton fan embarked on a journey to find a ticket for a Liverpool fan.

But it's not about their respective camps, it's a story of one man's commitment to another.

(End of this chapter)