Chapter: 1164
"This makes his strength like some items in a department store when the season changes, only 55% of the original, well, this number is very accurate."
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On a street deep in the Eastern District.
The old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham in the paper bag.
He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys with wolf-like eyes would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's gift".
When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves before, but he didn't expect that he could still experience that familiar feeling in Backlund.
"It's still too expensive, so I can only buy one with someone and cut it into several pieces... This is enough for my New Year's holiday. Every meal can have two slices, three slices, no, at least five slices of ham , I can cut some off, and cook soup with potatoes, without even adding salt..." Thinking of this, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, and looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat couldn't help wriggling After a while, he swallowed his saliva.
As he walked, he felt that the surrounding fog had thickened a lot. The still clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of pale yellow and iron black. Blurred shadows.
The old Kohler felt instantly forgotten by the world, and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.
"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" He muttered and quickened his pace.
One step, two steps, three steps, the old Kohler felt his face was burning, and his forehead seemed to be burning.
His chest tightened, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.
"Are you sick? Damn, I still want to have a good new year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and send it to the hospital... No, maybe I can just sleep, just cover me with my quilt and sleep It's gone!" Old Kohler murmured silently, his head getting hotter and hotter, and he became more and more confused.
He, He, He, he heard his hard panting, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing the ham fell heavily to the ground.
Old Kohler subconsciously squatted down to pick it up, but fell there.
He held down the bag of ham and tried hard to put it in his arms.
At this moment, he felt that thick phlegm was surging up and blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows being pulled.
thump! Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone who fell down and was out of breath a few steps away. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with gray temples.
Suddenly, he had a clear understanding and knew that he was about to die.
It reminded him of his own wife and children, who, in the same way, were suddenly stricken with the plague and died soon after.
This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized due to illness. The patients in the same room could still laugh and chat that night, but they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.
This reminded him of the friends he knew when he was a homeless person. After a winter passed, many of them disappeared, and were finally found frozen in bridge holes or street corners where they could shelter from the wind, and a small number of people died because of the sudden access to food.
This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, and the neighbors in the block would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the molten steel just out of the furnace, and some had bone pain all over their bodies. They died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.
This reminded him of what he heard a drunk man say in a bar when he was inquiring about the news before. He said: "People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, it will fall down, even if there is no wind. I might fall myself"...
The wind is coming... The old Kohler suddenly had such a thought.
While hugging the paper bag containing the ham tightly, he reached out and fumbled in the pocket of his old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.
What he couldn't understand was why he, who was in good health, would suddenly get sick. It was not like he had never experienced such a dense fog.
What he couldn't understand was that his life was just on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and he had received the early payment from Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that he had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and was looking forward to Taste its delicacy, why suddenly fell down.
Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer raise his arm, and hit the ground heavily.
He exhausted his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out. JrNovels.com
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On a street deep in the Eastern District.
The old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham in the paper bag.
He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys with wolf-like eyes would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's gift".
When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves before, but he didn't expect that he could still experience that familiar feeling in Backlund.
"It's still too expensive, so I can only buy one with someone and cut it into several pieces... This is enough for my New Year's holiday. Every meal can have two slices, three slices, no, at least five slices of ham , I can cut some off, and cook soup with potatoes, without even adding salt..." Thinking of this, the old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, and looked at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, his throat couldn't help wriggling After a while, he swallowed his saliva.
As he walked, he felt that the surrounding fog had thickened a lot. The still clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of pale yellow and iron black. Blurred shadows.
The old Kohler felt instantly forgotten by the world, and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.
"Why does the fog smell so bad today?" He muttered and quickened his pace.
One step, two steps, three steps, the old Kohler felt his face was burning, and his forehead seemed to be burning.
His chest tightened, his throat felt uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.
"Are you sick? Damn, I still want to have a good new year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and send it to the hospital... No, maybe I can just sleep, just cover me with my quilt and sleep It's gone!" Old Kohler murmured silently, his head getting hotter and hotter, and he became more and more confused.
He, He, He, he heard his hard panting, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing the ham fell heavily to the ground.
Old Kohler subconsciously squatted down to pick it up, but fell there.
He held down the bag of ham and tried hard to put it in his arms.
At this moment, he felt that thick phlegm was surging up and blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows being pulled.
thump! Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone who fell down and was out of breath a few steps away. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with gray temples.
Suddenly, he had a clear understanding and knew that he was about to die.
It reminded him of his own wife and children, who, in the same way, were suddenly stricken with the plague and died soon after.
This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized due to illness. The patients in the same room could still laugh and chat that night, but they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.
This reminded him of the friends he knew when he was a homeless person. After a winter passed, many of them disappeared, and were finally found frozen in bridge holes or street corners where they could shelter from the wind, and a small number of people died because of the sudden access to food.
This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, and the neighbors in the block would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the molten steel just out of the furnace, and some had bone pain all over their bodies. They died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.
This reminded him of what he heard a drunk man say in a bar when he was inquiring about the news before. He said: "People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, it will fall down, even if there is no wind. I might fall myself"...
The wind is coming... The old Kohler suddenly had such a thought.
While hugging the paper bag containing the ham tightly, he reached out and fumbled in the pocket of his old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.
What he couldn't understand was why he, who was in good health, would suddenly get sick. It was not like he had never experienced such a dense fog.
What he couldn't understand was that his life was just on the right track, developing in a good enough direction, and he had received the early payment from Detective Moriarty, bought a piece of ham that he had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year, and was looking forward to Taste its delicacy, why suddenly fell down.
Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer raise his arm, and hit the ground heavily.
He exhausted his last strength and wanted to shout out the words accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger on his lips, unable to come out. JrNovels.com
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