People often say that the older the person is, the easier it is to be nostalgic. This is not because the past years are so beautiful, but because the memory of oneself is young.
This sentence may not be appropriate to apply to Logen. For him, time can't leave many marks on his body, even those deep scars can't brand any traces of the past on his body.
And that short and fragmented memory is like an abyss nightmare, has been haunting him. Whenever he wants to remember something, it always brings unforgettable pain to his brain.
In the memory that he still remembers, most of the past is not so pleasant. For example, the East Ocean is not a very pleasant place.
Of course, this place has brought him happy memories, and for a long time he had the idea to simply spend the rest of his life in this place. Maybe the lost memory is not so important.
Because he once had a love in this place. Or he thought he had a love. Of course, sometimes, the beauty that people say is based on a kind of almost fictional environment.
Nagoya, the fourth largest city in the East Ocean. Together with Tokyo and Osaka, it forms the three most important business metropolitan areas in the East Ocean. Located between Osaka and Tokyo, Nagoya is the economic hub between Kansai and Kanto.
On the outskirts of the Nagoya metropolitan area, Logen is strolling on a rural road. This was a village between Nagoya and Kiyosu.
The village is not big, and there are not many households. But because it is located in the middle of a bustling city, it is particularly rare.
Compared with more than ten years ago, this village and Logen's memory have not changed much. Of course, this refers to the buildings in the village, those low two-story small buildings. But the only grocery store opened in the village has been replaced by the expansion of a 24-hour convenience store.
It seems that the convenience store's business is not very good. Because of the problem of fewer children and aging. The population of this village had been reduced from more than one thousand five hundred in the past to less than nine hundred.
Most of the young people choose to go to Nagoya, which is not far from their hometown to find a job. If it is not because this village is close to Nagoya, it has a geographical advantage, so that the profit of farming is relatively objective.
Perhaps all the young people in the village would run away. Like many villages in the East Ocean, they were naturally abandoned.
The sudden appearance of a foreigner in such a sparsely populated village was very conspicuous. In particular, Logen's style itself was very eye-catching. Even on the streets of New York, it was easy to attract attention.
Therefore, no matter where he went, as long as there were people, he would always be there. They couldn't help but glance at him. However, Logen did not care about this. He just wanted to take a look at some of the places he used to live.
Not far from the village hall was the place where Logen used to live. It was a two-story building with a Japanese-style courtyard.
But now the house is deserted. It looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.
"Do you know where I can rest nearby?" In the convenience store, Logen bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Chivas Regal. He spoke in broken Japanese, mixed with English as he asked the convenience store clerk.
Perhaps it was because Logen's Japanese was too bad, the clerk did not understand what he said. Logen could only use his hands and feet to draw together, so that the clerk could roughly understand Logen's meaning.
The middle-aged aunty wearing the Logen Convenience Store uniform spread her hands and shook her head, indicating that there was no homestay or hotel nearby. "You. Must. Go. To. Nagoya."
In order to prevent Logen from hearing the meaning of her words, the aunty also deliberately slowed down the speed of her speech. She told Logen in a way that if he wanted to find a hotel, it was best to take the bus from the village to Nagoya every day.
Logen just came from Nagoya, how could he go back the same way.
Not listening to the well-intentioned advice of the aunty, Logen directly climbed over the wall and entered the abandoned old house at night. Although the house was very dilapidated, the furniture inside seemed to have not been moved.
The faucet was completely rusted, and it could only spit out some muddy rusty yellow water. The power supply to the house had already been cut off. The wooden floor because of the lack of care, it was deep and shallow. When Logen passed through the living room and wanted to go to the bedroom in his memory, his heavy footsteps raised a lot of dust.
The fine dust was everywhere in the air, entering Logen's lungs through breathing, causing him to cough violently. "Cough, cough."
Logen unscrewed the cap of the Chivas Regal and poured two mouthfuls of wine into his throat to calm the cough.
"Well, I'll stay here for the night." Logen did not care much about the dirty situation here. He checked a few chairs, found a relatively solid one, and casually patted the dust. But it seemed that the more he patted the dust, the worse it got, so he simply stopped. He directly sat on it.
Because there was no light pollution in the city, the night sky in the countryside looked much more beautiful than in the city. Because you can see a lot of second-class and third-class stars.
Although because of the destruction of the air by human beings, it is now difficult to see the Milky Way in the summer. But every time people looked up at the starry sky, they could not help but sigh at their own insignificance and the vastness of the starry sky.
Logen lit a cigarette for himself and took a sip of the Chivas Regal at the same time. He just sat quietly on the chair and looked up at the starry sky through the window.
In human literature and art, the wolf was always described as a lonely and arrogant creature. It seemed that they had always been alone, like a lonely ranger.
But in fact, the wolf was a kind of social creature. Like most social creatures, the wolf also needed a social structure and status that belonged to it.
This also included a spouse and a family. Logen was a lonely and lonely Wolverine. In his limited memory, killing occupied most of the places.
If there was a place worth remembering, perhaps this was one. But sometimes, memories would also be interrupted by uninvited guests.
Logen, who had a strong sense of smell and hearing, was extremely alert to the subtle sounds in the night and the strange smell that suddenly appeared in the air.
He had already thrown away the Chivas Regal bottle, and the amber liquor spilled all over the ground. Three steel claws made of Adamantium had popped out.
As Logen guessed, this small building had been surrounded by layers of men in black suits.
In the middle of the night, some people in the village curiously turned on the lights to observe the situation here, but they quickly extinguished the lights after a glance. Because no one wanted to cause trouble for him.
Logen did not think that these people were here to reminisce about the past. He was ready to fight. His alertness was in line with the personality of a wolf.
But soon, this alertness revealed a trace of a flaw. Because he smelled a trace of a familiar smell in the air. The owner of that smell had accompanied him for several years, which was the best period of his life.
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