"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much," the chemistry teacher kept thanking them from under the bridge. At the same time, as promised, he took out a stack of money from the brown paper bag and handed it to Zhang Heng. "Can I look for you again for the next transaction?"
Zhang Heng looked at Little Boy in the back seat.
The latter thought for a moment and gave him a series of phone numbers. "Call them first. Whether they answer or not, hang up immediately. Call them again in half an hour. Don't say anything unnecessary, and don't reveal your identity. Just leave the meeting place here. Just tell me the time."
"Okay, okay," the chemistry teacher said, stuffing the brown paper bag into the innermost part of his jacket.
"I wish you a safe journey," Zhang Heng said and started the car.
The teacher's figure disappeared in the rearview mirror until he completely disappeared into the darkness.
"Good luck. I earned 4,000 euros in one night," Zhang Heng said, taking out ten 200 euro bills from the stack and handing them to Little Boy.
The latter frowned. "You don't owe me that much."
"I don't owe you money. It's your share of the work you did."
"I don't want it. It's all thanks to you. I didn't even get out of the car," Little Boy said.
"The knowledge you taught me on how to use modern information systems to track people is worth this much money."
"But I'm a little regretful now."
"Why?"
"Because you don't look like a good person. Why did you deal with those Albanians so skillfully? Aren't you afraid at all? How did you take down four people by yourself? Where did you get the gun? How did you know they would let us go if you threatened them with Jonathan? Have you done something similar before? Did you really lose your identity, or is it because you are wanted? "
"It seems that you have a lot of questions about me. What will you do if I can't give you a satisfactory explanation? Call the police, or just kick me out? "
Little Boy snorted. "Do you think I'll kick you out so that you can join those Albanians and become a real criminal? Don't even think about it. I'll keep an eye on you."
"Yes." Zhang Heng took out another 1,000 euros from the stack. "This month's rent and debt."
Little Boy finally took the money, not forgetting to add, "And food expenses. I'll pay you at the end of the month."
"Alright."
Zhang Heng went to the parking lot to return the car. After that, he and the little boy took the bus back to their residence. Halfway through the journey, it started to rain, and the two of them who didn't bring an umbrella were drenched in cold water. By the time they got home, it was almost 12 o 'clock.
The two of them went to take a shower and changed into clean clothes. Since they didn't feel sleepy anymore, Little Boy boiled a pot of black tea and asked, "Do you want a cup?"
"How much?"
"Do I look like such a petty person?"
"I don't know, are you?"
The little boy rolled her eyes and stuffed the brewed black tea into Zhang Heng's hand.
"Sorry, I haven't spent much time with you before, so I haven't had the time to get to know you."
When the tea in the cup cooled a little, Zhang Heng took a small sip. It tasted very ordinary, and the aftertaste of bitterness was not obvious. It should be a common product bought in the supermarket.
Little Boy poured herself a cup, then took a cushion and placed it under the window. She then took off her slippers, sat cross-legged, stroked the little crocodile with one hand, and picked up the teacup with the other. She took a sip of the steaming black tea and let out a satisfied sigh.
The raindrops hit the glass, making a pleasant dripping sound, winding into tiny ripples. For a long time, neither of them spoke, only drinking the black tea in their hands.
Until Zhang Heng broke the silence. "You advised Jonathan to give up and accept reality. Why don't you accept reality yourself?"
"Huh?"
"You said it before. You are fighting a war that you can't win. If that's the case, why do you still want to fight?"
"Why should I answer your question?" Little Boy squinted, then moved her butt, changed her sitting position, and spread her legs, not caring about her image.
"I have nothing to do anyway."
"Ha, don't try to get information from me. 01 has training in this area. I got an A +. Why don't you tell me why you are a spy for Black Nest first?"
"Because … they look like winners?" "Yeah.
"Yes, if you only work for the winner, then you will never lose. That's the logic of smart people," Little Boy sneered. "But do you know what's wrong with smart people? They are too smart sometimes … Forget it, let's not talk about me. Let's talk about you. You can try to make up that parallel universe story of yours. I've almost forgotten what the world was like twelve years ago. Come on, let's see how many memories you can bring back."
"Uh, actually, there's not much difference. You know, people still care about their own things. Compared to politics, economics, and messy big news, people will always care more about their wallets. They will speak for the weak and shout for justice on the Internet, but that's all … On the other hand, you have changed a lot after twelve years."
"Really? How have I changed?"
"At that time, you were just like your ID. You looked like a tomboy, and your whole body was like a taut bow, always wanting to prove something. I can't imagine what you were like in your daily life."
"Hmph." Little Boy took another sip of black tea.
"But I'm glad that your heart hasn't changed much. You didn't have to do this. You hid your kindness and justice under that cold exterior."
"Do you know that even if you say that, I won't charge you less rent?" Little Boy said with a straight face.
"You treated me to black tea. I have to do something, right?"
"Well, you're not qualified. Your lie is full of loopholes. I can't bear to watch you continue." Little Boy paused, put the empty teacup on the windowsill, and picked up Baby Crocodile on her knee.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you … When you were young, you always had a lot of ideals. When you were a teenager, you felt like you were the master of the world. When you saw something wrong, you wanted to change it. You wanted to rearrange all the blocks that were misplaced, and you wanted to clean up the dust on the table. At that time, you really wanted to make the world a better place. But when you grew older, you realized that the world wasn't like that. People didn't care about right and wrong.
"In the world of adults, all they care about is profit. You see injustice, see the wrong things that need to be corrected, but everyone remains silent. No one resists. Everyone tells themselves that this is how the world is. I should abide by the rules and endure the injustice because the price to change it is too high. I can't do it alone, and my voice is too small … So sometimes, this world seems like a magical black comedy.
"What I mean is that I understand the rules of this world. I understand that everything is about profit, but that doesn't mean that right and wrong don't exist outside of profit. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. This is not some dialectical relationship on a philosophical level. I think Black Nest is wrong, and they may be the final winner. Okay, I admit that, but it's a pity that victory doesn't represent justice. Since I know they are wrong, I will continue to fight, and 01 will continue to fight, even if no one is willing to stand by our side," Little Boy said seriously.
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