booktalesy Chapter 005 Is dying really this difficult?
Chapter 005 Is dying really this difficult?
In the sea of people...
The smell of sweat and perfume mixed together, along with the sweltering heat and fermentation in the surroundings, created a nauseating odor.
Lin Fan, desperately trying to squeeze into the crowd, felt like a sausage being stuffed into a meat grinder.
"Excuse me, excuse me! Don't fucking stop me from dying..."
Lin Fan cleared a path with his elbows while shouting in Chinese.
The surrounding cherry blossom girls were so crowded that they turned pale and were about to curse when they turned around.
But seeing Lin Fan's face full of "anxiety," they thought he was some kind of fanatical fan eager to see his idol, so they looked at him with understanding and stepped aside to make way for him.
"Arigato!"
Lin Fan blurted out a broken Japanese phrase, then slipped and was about to roll into the middle of the road.
Hehe, wheel, here I come!!!
Looking at the rolling wheels, Lin Fan was overjoyed.
At this moment, he is already able to meet them.
When that big cart wheel rolls down on you, it would be best if it hits your head directly.
At that time, no matter what kind of awakened being he is, he will have to die a horrible death.
At that time, even if this large group of people doesn't die on the spot, they will still suffer a lot of misfortune.
Thinking of this, Lin Fan couldn't wait to adjust himself into his coolest pose.
Prepare to meet death in the most graceful "insurance fraud" pose.
Welcoming his first transformation from a boy to a dead man.
however.
Just as his body leaned forward, about to touch the asphalt road and about to be utterly destroyed.
Suddenly, I felt a strong, large hand grab my collar from behind, like it was grabbing a chick.
"hold head high??"
"Danger!"
Before he could turn around and yell at who was so clueless, he heard a cry of surprise from behind, and at the same time, a tremendous force struck him.
The next moment, his forward-leaning body was launched into the air, tracing an ungraceful parabola before crashing heavily back into the crowd.
And he also accidentally bumped into a few soft and sweet girls.
Really fragrant!
"Holy crap? No, who the hell is meddling in this?"
Lin Fan was stunned.
Look up.
Then he saw a two-meter-tall bodyguard in black, wearing sunglasses, giving him a thumbs-up, revealing a set of white teeth, and muttering something in English.
Although I couldn't understand it, judging from his expression, it probably meant:
You're welcome. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.
Thank you, you son of a bitch!
I committed suicide, and who the hell told you to save me?
Does that make you look bad?
Lin Fan looked at the bodyguard who thought he was doing a good deed and was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.
I've already taken my pants off...
No, I've already written my will, why are you dragging it back to me?
"Let me go! Let me pass! I want to die!"
The thought that if Lin Fan didn't die today, his unscrupulous father would expose his photos, spurred him to struggle to his feet, point at the seedlings on the float, and shout.
"Don't stop me, get out of my way! I want to die, I want to die..."
He shouted the name while gesturing wildly with his hands.
The surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then an even louder cheer erupted.
Several heavily made-up Japanese girls even covered their mouths in excitement.
She looked at Lin Fan with teary eyes, seemingly moved by his spirit of "even though I don't understand what you're saying, you're so crazy about meeting your idol."
The bodyguard was deeply moved. He came over, patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, handed him a bottle of mineral water, and gestured for him to drink some water if he was tired of shouting and continue.
Lin Fan held a bottle of mineral water, his hands disheveled in the wind.
What the hell is this brain circuit?
I want to die, what the hell are you doing giving me a bottle of water?!
Will I choke to death?
Is the threshold for becoming a terrorist really that high in this country?
"Boom!"
The floats slowly drove by amidst deafening music.
Miao stood high above, not even glancing in their direction, just as an elephant wouldn't care about the ants at its feet.
The opportunity slipped away just like that.
Lin Fan was swept away by the crowd, like a withered leaf, helplessly retreating backward.
Miscalculation!
I should have just bought a knife and slit my own throat!
……
Half an hour later.
Lin Fan squatted on the curb by the roadside, staring at the "certain death route map" his mother had sent him on his phone, lost in thought.
Is this thing actually useful?
"Something feels off."
Lin Fan stroked his chin.
Logically speaking, with his "Calamity Body" and that name, he should be plagued by misfortune...
How can I want to die but not die?
Does this thing need a warm-up process?
It shouldn't be that bad, right?
"Gurgle—"
Just then, my stomach let out an untimely protest.
Lin Fan subconsciously reached into his pocket, wanting to go to the convenience store to buy a rice ball to fill his stomach.
He reached into his pocket and froze.
Empty?
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then, still not believing it, touched the other pocket.
Is it still empty?
Cold sweat instantly poured down my face.
He stood up and turned all his pockets inside out.
Where's my money?
At this moment, not only was there no money in his pocket, but even the bank card his mother had given him earlier had vanished.
"Holy crap!"
He suddenly turned around and looked at the crowd that had just been there.
Is it that bodyguard?
No, it's not the other side, it's those few blond guys!
Lin Fan's mind flashed back to the group of blond-haired guys who had been mocking him at the convenience store entrance.
Just now, when he squeezed into the crowd, those few blond guys were following behind him, and he seemed to feel someone touching his butt.
At the time, I thought it was because the customs here were more open, but now it seems...
This has been stolen!
Standing on the streets of Tokyo, Lin Fan felt the deep malice emanating from capitalist society.
He didn't die!
Instead, they were robbed!
I am now penniless.
Language barrier.
He had no relatives or friends.
"Watma..."
Lin Fan's lips twitched.
"Not only did they not let me die, they made me wish I were dead..."
At this moment, he was speechless.
After all that, it turns out the biggest difficulty wasn't death, but rather the unbearable agony of living a life worse than death.
"Ding-dong."
Just then, my phone vibrated.
A WeChat message from Lao Lin:
Son, how is it? Is he dead?
I've been watching the live stream the whole time, but there's been no activity at all.
Did you fail to die? Or should I use my connections to send you some gunpowder?
Lin Fan stared at the screen, his hands trembling as he typed:
[Dad, stop sending gunpowder, hurry up and send some money. Otherwise, your son will starve to death here!]
The message was sent but there was no response for quite some time.
Left with no other option, he had to resend it.
But this was completely unexpected.
The other party has enabled friend verification, but you are not yet their friend. Please send a friend verification request first...
Lin Fan: "..."
Blocked?
His biological father?
He's definitely his biological father.
This is someone who would starve his own son to death in order to achieve his own goals!
What terrible things have I done?!
Lin Fan put away his phone and looked up at the sky.
The sky in Tokyo was blue and the clouds were white, but he felt dizzy and his vision went black.
They had no money for food, no money for lodging, and not even enough to buy a fruit knife to commit suicide by cutting their wrists!
"It seems the only option is to die as soon as possible."
Lin Fan's eyes hardened.
Since we can't die through legitimate channels, let's take the unorthodox route.
He refused to believe that in such a large city as Tokyo, there wasn't a place where he could be killed!
Lin Fan turned his gaze to the subway station not far away.
Lying down on the tracks?
Hmm, not bad!
I remember there was a movie about cherry blossoms, which was about suicide by lying on train tracks.
Although the way of dying is a bit bloody, it will definitely kill you completely.
It could even cause a major disaster.
Ten minutes later.
Lin Fan stood at the subway station turnstile, looked at the not-so-high barrier, took a deep breath, and then suddenly jumped.
"Beep! Alarm! Alarm!"
The piercing alarm sounded instantly.
As soon as Lin Fan landed, before he could even run to the platform, two uniformed staff members rushed over with riot forks.
"@#￥%……&!"
The staff member spoke to Lin Fan with a serious expression.
Lin Fan couldn't understand the words, but he could make sense of the POS machine in the other person's hand.
fine.
Fines for fare evasion.
Lin Fan turned out his two empty pockets and shrugged.
The two staff members exchanged a glance, and one of them pointed outside the door and made a "get lost" gesture.
Lin Fan was kicked out.
Standing on the street, Lin Fan felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.
They wanted to jump onto the tracks, but they weren't even allowed to enter the station.
"Poverty limits death!"
Lin Fan gritted his teeth.
He doesn't believe in superstitions.
He then ran to a construction site that appeared to be still under construction.
The large iron gate was locked, with a sign that read "No Entry".
Lin Fan looked around; no one was there.
He climbed up the wall using both his hands and feet.
Inside the wall was a bottomless pit; if you jumped in, you'd be crippled or killed.
"Barely manageable..."
Lin Fan's face lit up with joy, and he was just about to leap into the air.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
A sudden burst of ferocious barking came from under the wall.
Lin Fan looked down.
Three Doberman Pinschers that were not on leashes.
He was baring his teeth, drooling, and staring at him fiercely.
Lin Fan stood frozen on the wall.
Jump down?
Absolutely dead!
And it's also possible that not even a bone fragment will remain.
But before he completely dies, he will definitely experience what it means to be worse than dead!
Thinking of the excruciating pain, he silently pulled his outstretched leg back.
He jumped back outside from the wall.
He's not a coward, he's just...
I just feel that this way of dying is a bit tragic and painful!
For the next hour.
Lin Fan tried:
He tried to steal from a convenience store and got beaten to death by the security guard.
As a result, the shop assistant took pity on him and gave him a box of bento boxes that were about to expire.
Go and tease the biker gangs on the street.
As a result, the group of bikers, seeing his shabby appearance and fearing he might be trying to scam them, threw him some change and rode away on their motorcycles.
……
Well, after all that trouble...
Not only did they get their food, but they also received several thousand dollars for free.
Lin Fan held the nearly expired bento box in his hands, sat on a park bench, and watched the sunset.
The wind blew by, stirring up a few withered leaves from the ground.
desolate.
That's so damn tragic.
"Could this be the chosen one?"
Lin Fan shoveled a mouthful of cold rice into his mouth.
"Even Death won't take me?"