[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

JFK International Airport, New York, USA.

It was hot in July, it was almost dusk, and the sun was still hanging in the sky.

Standing at the gate of the airport, Subi covered his head tightly with the black veil, looked at the scorching sun through the sunglasses, and cursed secretly: In this damn summer, do you want people to live?

A gust of hot wind blew by, blowing up the corner of the veil.

"Ah—SHIT!"

She wailed in a low voice, covering her burned left face with her hands, and a faint smoke escaped between her fingers.

An unmanned yellow Chevrolet made a 180-degree U-turn angrily. The wheels rubbed sparks against the ground, and finally stopped in front of Soapy. After stopping, the door and the trunk were automatically opened.

Soapy put away his luggage, quickly avoided the sun, sat in the back seat and said, "No. 114, Banjie Avenue, Queens. Thank you."

A calm man's voice sounded from inside the car: "Okay, ma'am."

Unmanned driving technology has also become popular in China. Subi, who is used to it, took off the black veil on his head, and took out the mirror from his bag to check the wound.The scorched two-finger-wide wound on the left face was healing quickly, and in a blink of an eye there was only a light red mark left on the snow-white cheek.

Soapy took out a black spray bottle, sprayed it on the wound, and carefully sprayed the skin that might be exposed one by one.The sunburn potion had limited efficacy, and she couldn't help worrying about the rest of her life in New York.

"New York hasn't been very peaceful lately."

Soapy suddenly looked up at the empty front seat, and thought to himself: Does the U.S. autopilot system chatter?There have been two vicious murders in New York recently, with nearly ten victims. Subi had read the reports when he was in China.

"You mean the perverted murderer who devised all sorts of ingenious tricks?" Soapy asked.

"Yes! You'd better not travel alone."

"He was the one who met my misfortune." Soapy lowered his head, with a mocking smile on his lips.No matter how bad she is, she is also a member of the blood clan, so she is not afraid of an ordinary human being.

Suddenly the phone rang.

The car answered the phone and said, "No! Dude, I'm working for money and can't pick up your new girlfriend until I get this beautiful lady to her destination."

I don't know what was said on the phone, but the voice of the car was a little angry: "Sam, are you drinking too much? Tell me the address, and I will rush there as soon as possible."

Before Soapy could react, the car rushed forward like a flash of lightning, the lights on the side of the road turned into blurred light and shadows, and the buildings and trees also blurred into one piece.

"Stop!" Soapy said suddenly.

There was no deceleration process, and the car stopped suddenly while driving at super high speed.

Soapy smelled blood, fresh and plentiful—human blood.

"Is there a hospital near here?"

The car paused for a moment, and after searching, it said: "No. Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to be diverted to take you to the hospital?"

"No. Seeing that you seem to be in a hurry, I'll get off here!" Soapy got out of the car with his things.

Thinking of something again, I took out a photo from my bag and walked to the front of the car, shaking it back and forth in front of the two headlights: "I came to New York to find my parents who have been missing for more than two years. , can you help me pay attention?"

"You're too close for me to see."

Soapy took two steps back: "So?"

In the photo, a western man and an oriental woman are standing side by side, wearing the costumes of British aristocrats in the last century.

"Now I see clearly. Then I have news to go to Banjie Avenue to find you?"

Soapy carefully put the photo back into the bag and said, "Excuse me."

The yellow Chevrolet's swiftness is gone.

***

Inside a house shaded by greenery.

Just after a hard day of psychological consultation work, Dr. Hannibal started another labor.

He decided to try a rare imported ingredient that he had never tasted before for a change.

Adult male in his early thirties from the northern part of the Iberian Peninsula, a gift from heaven.

The muscle groups built by exercise all year round are the best ingredients.

After fighting each other for a few minutes during the hunting process, the whole body of the food has been fully activated, the meat is tender and juicy, and after being bathed in the salty Mediterranean sea breeze for decades, it has the strength of pickled food again.

Such rare ingredients, combined with simple and direct eating methods, make this food even more precious.

Boiled thigh meat without seasoning, put on a dinner plate, with a few herbs and some berries.

Doctor Hannibal stood upright, the ironed clothes wrinkled as he raised his hands, and took the dinner plate up to his nose to smell it.

“It was delicious!”

The candlelight flickered on the huge dining table, and the bloody roses under the candlelight looked like a coquettish snake spitting out a letter, and the Brandenburg Concerto No. [-] was playing on the antique record player.

In a pleasant atmosphere, Dr. Hannibal sat upright, picked up a knife and fork gracefully, cut a piece of meat the size of a fingernail, opened his mouth gently, and slowly put it in his mouth, the deliciousness exploded in his taste buds.

Just about to take a second bite, the meat just reached my mouth...

Dr. Hannibal raised his sharp and stern face, and looked coldly at the door. A young woman who looked both mixed race and Asian was leaning against the door frame, smiling at him with a ghostly and seductive smile.

Dr. Hannibal gently put down the knife and fork, took the napkin with his right hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and asked without a trace of panic, "I remember the door is locked."

Soapy walked to the dining table, picked up the red wine glass, sat on tiptoes on the dining table, and smiled at the man across from him, "But the window is unlocked!" After speaking, he drank the red liquid in the glass.

"eewwwwwwww—why is wine?" Soapy frowned.

"Otherwise what should it be?" Doctor Hannibal began to carefully look at the beautiful woman who suddenly broke in, or rather—the ingredients.

It's not blood! ! !Soapy was hungry all the way, and he followed the usual teaching of the missing elder: don't hurt people casually!

I have been struggling with hunger, and when I passed by this mansion, I smelled the smell of blood, vaguely heard the sound of blood gurgling from the blood vessels, and thought that I could come in and beg for a stutter when I met someone of the same kind.

"Where's the blood?" Soapy glanced around the room.The furnishings are exquisite and elegant, but somewhere deep in these beautiful things, there is a seductive smell of blood.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Doctor Hannibal's heart skipped a beat when he saw the woman's eyes fixed on the storage room.

Soapy heard the man's heartbeat stop beating, and then turned his attention to the man.A few meters away, the sound of the man's heartbeat and pulse beating can still be heard. It is extremely lively and exudes a pleasant aroma of food, obviously not of the same kind.

Could it be that... There was a murder case?Soapy squinted and scratched the table with his fingertips, as if his prey was ready to attack.

Dr. Hannibal, who has always looked down on human beings and stood at the top of the food chain, never imagined that one day he would become someone else's food.

Soapy sat sideways next to Dr. Hannibal's dinner plate, holding the knife in one hand against his neck tightly, and raising his pale arm with the other, biting down gently on the slightly protruding blood vessel on the wrist.

Fearing that he would die if he drank too much, Subi put down the man's hand, licked the residual blood from the corner of his lips, and asked hypocritically, "Do you have anything to stop the bleeding? If not, I'll go out and buy some for you?"

Dr. Hannibal took the napkin, tied it around his wrist, and tied it between his teeth, his face convulsed with pain and weakness.

Subi jumped off the dining table and picked up the phone: "NYPD? There is a murderer here, the address is..." Subi picked up the luggage, turned around suddenly, and asked the man embarrassedly, "Excuse me, your family's What is the specific address?"

Doctor Hannibal closed his eyes in despair, and did not answer.

Soapy stuck out his tongue, opened the map and sent the location to the police.

Another car was stopped on the road. "114 Banjie Avenue, Queens. Thank you."

The car starts silently.

"New York is really not peaceful. You don't even know what I went through just now..."

Soapy paused and waited for the car to answer.

"Don't you like chatting much?"

"The unmanned driving system still has personality differences? The one I met just now is really good at chatting!"

"Say something anyway!"

"Hey guy!"

……

***

Arrived at the pre-booked accommodation, on the third floor.After taking the key from the landlady on the first floor and exchanging some simple greetings, Soapy went upstairs with his luggage and entered the house.

The style of the room is simple and quiet. The floor and furniture are all dark brown. What satisfies Suby most is the heavy blackout curtains. Before the lights are turned on, the light from the street lamps cannot penetrate at all. I believe that even if the sun is shining tomorrow, she can rest assured. walk around the house.

Take out the things in the box and put them away one by one, go to the bathroom to fill up the cold water, take off the clothes one by one and bathe naked.

The cold water gently caressed his body. Lying in the water, Soapy closed his eyes and planned to sleep like this.

However, the intermittent sound of the violin downstairs disturbed her mind. At this time, it is not an advantage to have a good hearing.

The indescribable sound of the piano reminded Soapy of a folk song in his hometown: pull the big saw, pull the big saw, grandma's house, sing a big show...

Soapy grabbed a bathrobe and put it on irritably, walked to the living room, turned on the TV, and tried to use the noise of the guests on the show to resist the unpleasant sound of the piano.

All actions are in vain...

The sound of the violin hits the ear, scratching the heart...

"what--"

Soapy threw away the remote control, intending to respond to the residents downstairs, if it doesn't make sense, he should show respect first, and smash his piano to see how he can still harm the common people.

Sudden--

A loud bang!

A big hole was smashed into the roof, stones and boards kept falling, and the living room was in a mess.

Just as Subi was about to stand up, a hammer fell two centimeters away from her toes. If she hadn't reacted quickly and stepped back half a step, she might have been smashed into meat paste.

Vampire Minced Meat Sauce, beautifying and prolonging life, you deserve it!

After the sand and dust had all settled, Subi stood under the big hole with a dazed face, looking up at the night sky, a meteor crashed into the other end of the city with a light tail.Then look down at the hammer that smashed a hole in the floor...

Fuck!Where is the construction team so unprofessional?

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