More than fifty years ago, before Rhodes suffered from boss Tangda Syndrome.

Black rubber rain boots, light blue plastic one-piece uniform, gas mask, like a chemical soldier, but Rhodes' enemy is a bug.

Hospitals, restaurants, hotels, residences.

Rhodes work everywhere.

Termites, cockroaches, and rats.

Rhodes' enemies are not only bugs, but also lowly and despicable creatures.

He smelled of insecticides, like the smell of a medical potion, not bad, but had the pungent taste unique to chemicals.

Taxi drivers may be the loneliest profession. They travel through the rich and rich world every day, but cannot integrate into it. They witnessed all happiness and dirty things, but they could only watch coldly. They communicate with many people every day, but never become friends with anyone.

Sometimes, they just keep complaining and never want you to listen.

"People always say that life is equal, and that's right, but people are different from life, and there are differences between high and low."

Rhodes took a taxi and tried to return to his residence, but heard the driver say this.

Rhode didn't say a word, just through the rearview mirror, silently looking at the driver's face and listening to him complaining about everything.

"One day, heavy rain will wash away all the scum on the street."

The driver complained.

True despair, pain, pain, or sorrow, true despair makes people calm.

Yes, Rhode noticed that the driver's tone was dull, as if he was just telling the daily life. Perhaps he had said this to someone yesterday, just mechanically repeating yesterday's words, and spent the rest of his life imitating his own shadow.

Yes, in Rhodes' eyes, he is already a dead person, an emotional person, his brain is their operating system, his memory is their program, and his operational behavior is established, and he exists like an NPC. If he asks, he will give a specific answer.

It’s meaningless, npc is the background cloth of the world, and everything in the universe is the background cloth.

Who is the real protagonist?

Who is the protagonist of the story?

The negative emotions of destruction and end are rooted in my mind, and maybe I should need a psychiatrist.

"Can you prescribe me some sedation medication?"

Rhodes found a psychiatrist with a good reputation, but he did not believe in psychotherapy or hypnosis. He believed in more practical things, such as sedatives.

Rhodes had no tendency to commit suicide. He was just worried that he would kill others, just like using insecticides to kill insects. Perhaps one day he would be unable to control himself. When he met a person who smoked in a public place or spit gum on the ground, he would kill that person. In that case, his plan would fail. A small impatience would cause trouble and he would need to remain silent.

John Jensen saw Rhodes first, his thin and pale skin and a weak and withered mental state, which only made him think that Rhodes was a drug addict and just wanted to get some prohibited items from him.

"You have to be diagnosed before I can prescribe you."

John Jensen rejected Rhodes.

"come    on, I'm in pain."

Rod's dark circles like ink, as if he had Gothic smoky makeup, and his tired look was like a dying person hanging in his breath. He would die on the spot with a little bit of agitation.

John Jansen laughed and refused, "You are also called pain. Go to Methodist Church on Friday night and go to see those who have testicular cancer. That's called pain."

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Rhodes is addicted.

This is a world rich in material and lack of spirituality.

People cannot be called human beings, but consumers.

In the past, people looked at pornographic pictures to find thrills, but now they are through product catalogs.

Advertising tempts people to buy electronic products and brand-name clothing, so people try their best to make money to buy garbage that they don’t need.

This is a pathetic world built on consumption and being consumed.

People live in trademarked houses of large companies, lose themselves on electronic screens, and hypnotize themselves into the most absurd dream in human history.

Human beings are by-products of consumer culture. People are not worried about crime rates and rape cases, nor do they pay attention to disabled people and vulnerable groups. They care about celebrity magazines, who cheat with whom, who has plastic surgery with whom, and people are concerned about smartphones, weight loss pills, hyaluronic acid, and property apartment types.

People are mentally deprived of, so deprivation that the beauty of life can only be imagined in fictional film and television works.

Fantasy.

Fantasy.

Fantasy.

Fantasy.

Fantasy.

Love needs to be through fantasy, friendship needs to be through fantasy, redemption needs to be through fantasy, and hope needs to be through fantasy.

In the real world, all you can get is just a pair of faces that are forced to smile.

Few people dare to tell the audience the truth. They are keen on playing with the untouchables and give them hope and enthusiasm to continue to consume.

It is such a world, a world that is as cold as stones, and miracles appear.

This was a miracle for Rhodes.

He is addicted.

Not just the Methodist Church recommended by John Jensen, he traveled around the city's various churches and mutual aid unions, and was addicted to it.

Nine testicular cancer.

Skin cancer.

Anonymous alcohol quit party.

Kidney disease.

Blood parasite.

Incest survivor.

hepatitis.

Gastric cancer.

Lymphoma.

tuberculosis.

Organic brain dementia.

It happened like a miracle around Rhodes.

Rhodes changed his name more than a dozen, wandering around various mutual aid associations. As long as he didn't say a word, people would think that his situation was the worst.

When people think you are dying, they really, really listen to you with all their hearts, rather than turning a deaf ear to just wait for their turn to speak.

The more violent others cried, the more violent Rhodes cried, as if he had been cured.

Open communication, mutual tolerance and understanding all come from the sincere heart.

People yearn for beautiful things, isn't Rhodes the same?

The words of those who are dying, the awareness of not fearing death, the yearning for a happy life, and the pure heart of white and slim.

The pain of others healed Rhodes.

Rhodes' residence is full of souvenirs gifted by the Mutual Aid Association, mugs, glass trays, calendars, refrigerators and small cakes.

But when the woman appeared, everything was different. Her lies reflected Rhode's lies.

Rhodes suddenly felt nothing.

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"I met Rhodes for the first time at the Testicular Nine Cancer Mutual Aid."

The cape woman said to Owen.

"Nine testicular cancer?"

Owen was shocked.

"In a sense, I am more qualified to go to this mutual aid club than Rhodes, at least Rhodes's testicle nine are still alive."

The woman in the cape said plainly.
Chapter completed!