Aoki remembered the fire once again, and the flames rushed high in the evening breeze, like the face of death. Black smoke filled the night, covering a thick black blanket around the fire.

He jumped up from the bed, put on a windbreaker, before he could change his shoes, and fled out wearing a flip flop, only to trip over the mulberry tree roots at the door.

The memory is interrupted again. What can be remembered later is that it was time when he stood under the old willow tree in Liuying Lane with a crow on his head.

These are no secrets, they are all known to Saridin, so he didn't build a spiritual barrier, just unfolding in Saridin's dream.

He recalled how he came to the wool spinning factory, and some new pictures were connected.

He saw himself sitting on a bench with handcuffs on his left hand and the other end of the handcuffs handcuffed to the back of the chair. A police officer with a big nose asked him with a heavy southern accent:

"Where do you come from? Passports? Chinese, Japanese or Vietnamese?"

When it comes to Vietnamese, that guy seems to be gnashing his teeth a bit.

He asked a lot, but Aoki didn't say a word. This made him very annoyed. He yelled:

"Speak, you bastard! Don't think you can stay here to receive relief money without speaking. You shit, do you want to be American citizens? Tell you, no way! I see a lot of people like you, we have a way to do it You send it back. Hurry up, speak a word of Japanese and send you back to Tokyo, and say a sentence of Chinese to send you to Beijing. You can also go to Hong Kong if you want to go to Hong Kong. As long as you admit that you are a Hong Kong citizen, we will send you to Hong Kong. But you If you don't say anything, I will send you to Cambodia and Phnom Penh to be a drug slave!"

Aoki still didn't speak until he got into the immigration car.

"Give me back my clothes and crutches." He said in English.

The police were startled, probably because he didn't expect his English to be more authentic than himself. The mixed-race policeman from Mississippi stretched his face for no apparent reason, uglier than the old widow, and sneered:

"You took the advantage of someone else's drunk and took off their clothes and put them on yourself, as if they were your clothes? Do you know the nature of yours? Fraud! Robbery! If it wasn't for that gentleman who didn't want to be like you , You will spend the rest of your life in prison."

At this time, another policeman came over with a plastic bag and said, "This is his clothes."

The big nose policeman was taken aback and said, "He grabbed this, how can I give it to him?"

The policeman said, "The gentleman said it was given to him, and he asked me to bring him a message." Then he handed the bag to Aoki. "He asked me to tell you that there is no eternal right and wrong, hatred in this world. If the problem cannot be solved, even the Milky Way cannot be eternal, let alone our short life, let's go home."

The corners of Aoki's mouth twitched, and the words "go home" slammed into his heart like two bullets.

But he couldn't remember where his home was.

He put on his clothes silently, while the big-nosed policeman cursed in dissatisfaction there:

"Doctor shit, assistant professor shit, genius shit! I almost forgot, that man is also Asian! The officials of the Federal Ministry of Education and the Immigration Bureau are **** eaters. What do you bring in so many Asian students every year and let them stay? Come down and teach, let a bunch of Asians come to teach our children, eat shit! Sooner or later, the world will be ruled by Asians!"

His words made the immigration officer who accompanied the car very dissatisfied. He glared at him and said: "If you are dissatisfied with the immigration policy, you can go to stand for election. It is best to become president and amend the bill. Shut me up! Go back and ask how your grandfather came to the United States. It's funny that an African-American laughs at Asians."

The big-nosed black policeman was like a rooster that was grabbed by the neck, and vented in a moment.

Aoki put on his windbreaker and jeans, put his new leather shoes on his feet, tidyed up his messy hair, stood up straight, and the tramp instantly turned into a handsome gentleman.

He stretched out his hand and said, "And my walking stick."

"Wheel stick? What kind of stick?" The policeman looked at him confused.

"A piece of wood, so long, so thick, and black." Aoki said.

"I didn't see it!" the policeman said impatiently, "Go fast, don't mess with it!"

The immigration officer took out the document and took a look, and said: "The item list shows that he does have a...stick. This is his only personal belongings."

The police scolded "FUCK" and left. After a while, he came back with a black wooden stick, cursing: "Take back a broken piece of wood too. The poor ghost is the poor ghost, yellow skin. Pig, Asian!"

Aoki ignored him, took the stick and got into the immigration car.

However, he was not sent to Cambodia because there was no international airport in Cambodia at that time, and there were no US flights to fly there. They sent him to Vietnam, trapped in the quagmire of war. The American still occupied the last city there. After his plane landed, it immediately flew away with the evacuated American soldiers. Immediately afterwards, North Vietnamese tanks roared into the streets of Saigon.

Because of wars and diseases, the population there has dropped sharply, and there is an urgent need for labor supplements. No one will refuse a black household who does not have an ID card.

...

Frame after frame flashed in front of Aoki, he was leaning on a black knotted wooden stick, forming a net on a fishing ground by the sea, and cutting logs on a forest farm in the mountains... He followed a group of barefoot short men across the border. Selling daily necessities in the chaotic Phnom Penh, and then going north from there, wandering in the streets of Yangon.

His windbreaker and leather shoes are brand new. The jeans may be too long. The bottom of the trousers was cut short by the young Princeton professor. With the thread open, the shape of the original bell mouth was not large, and it turned into straight pants.

The leather shoes are stained with a lot of dust~lightnovelpub.net~ but it shines with a light touch, and the shoes can see people's faces like a mirror.

He is the cleanest tramp in Yangon.

His mind was empty, he didn't know where he was going or where he could go. But there is always a trace of smell that seduce him, like a dog abandoned by its owner in a foreign land, persistently crawling on the ground looking for the smell of hometown.

While traveling north in Myanmar and Vietnam, he encountered a team buying marijuana and opium poppies. He followed them over several mountains and came to a place called Masuba. He followed the smell and found the small temple in the mountain.

There is no monk in the temple, only a woman lives.

The woman said, "You finally got it."

Aoki didn't know what to say, because he couldn't remember what to say, why he came here, and why he could find it here.

The woman said again: "You have killed Kitano, closed the Zhenwu dream, and my husband is dead. Only me and my daughter are left. Why should you kill them all?"