Chapter 9: 8. Farewell

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If one day, the world suddenly forgot you, what kind of scene would it be?
All the evidence that you have existed is erased, as if you have been dead for a long time, so long that no one can remember you.
But in fact, you are still alive. It is just like a wandering ghost traveling through the crowd of people, no one knows you, and no one cares about you.
You can only live for yourself, you can only live alone.
To make matters worse, you are still doomed.
"boom"
A sudden bang made the pedestrians on Madison Street scream in horror in the afternoon. A series of Mars erupted at the top of the pole above the intersection.
The suddenly broken wire swayed in the wind, flying the feathers of an innocent bird, and its poor life ended at this moment, and then hit the ground straight, and also exuded the strange aroma of barbecue.
People were frightened away from the poles entangled with Mars, some people were still running, calling for help. But some people fell in panic, and even caused traffic chaos.
But Merlin did not panic like them.
He stood on the spot, under the short-circuited telephone pole, and he looked at the dead bird on the ground in front of him. The gray, exploded feathers were floating and falling in the air in front of him, swirling in the air.
That was another life that died because of him.
As he spent longer in this city, Merlin's doomed doom also became more intense. From the bad luck at the beginning to the development of a few hours later, the invisible doom has begun to involve the surrounding things.
Doom spreads like an invisible hand, urging Merlin to leave this place.
He is like a walking disaster.
"Why are you? Why me?"
Merlin looked at the dead bird under his feet and he muttered to himself.
Until now, now that everything has happened, he still can't let go.
Although in the past 18 years, he has often prepared for the spiritual events that may come, but after everything suddenly happened, he still seemed at a loss.
But the bird's body in front of him seemed to be a warning.
The longer he stays in one place, the worse the doom will gather. Whether he wants it or not, he has to take steps to explore the unknown world.
He is not a bad guy, he does not want to cause a bigger disaster.
Merlin held out his hand, pulled down the black cowboy hat on his head and pulled back a few steps. He bent down, reached up and lifted a lady with a foot, helped her to the side of the road, then in the woman's repeated thanks, Merlin squeezed the crowd, speeded up, and walked toward the parking lot.
A moment later, with the sound of a low engine sounding, the red Lola rushed out of the parking lot of Madison Hospital, and Merlin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned back to look at the hospital behind him for the last time.
The three most important people in his first 18 years were in that hospital.
But he had to stay away from them, even disappear completely from their lives.
"Om"
A gust of wind blew, and the trees along the street rustled. A tree branch fell, and in the exclamation of pedestrians, it was hitting behind Merlin's car. Those fallen leaves swirling and fluttering, it seems that this wind tornado has begun to brew, it is the most traditional disaster in Wisconsin. .
Merlin's heart tightened again.
He drew back his gaze and stepped on the accelerator hard. Lola, still covered with turf and mud on the wheels, seemed to feel the owner's anxious mood. This classic roadster accelerated again and drove away from the city quickly.
Merlin didn't know what was happening to him. He knew nothing about magic or energy. He can only guess that this doomed doom should be related to that contract.
The demon contract that should have been completed was destroyed by the Phantom Mogut, and the ritual failed to complete, which may lead to a third possibility besides success and failure.
This made Merlin's mood heavy, but it did not completely disappoint him.
Since the demon has appeared in front of him, and since there is still a life similar to Phantom Mogu in the world, it means that the magic and witchcraft that only exist in the legend are really there. Since they exist, It means that there must be a way to solve his physical problems in that magical world.
Even... even this kind of supernatural event where his existence has been erased is likely to be resolved by magic or other strange means.
Of course, the premise of all this is that Merlin can find those magical creatures in the real world.
But people in desperate need a hope to support.
Coulson Farm, in Merlin’s room, Merlin picked up the bedside family photo. On that photo, his image had disappeared. Phil and James and Mrs. Coleson were like the perfect family. There seemed to be no Merlin's position at all.
The young man smiled bitterly and put the photo frame back in place. He reached out and opened the wardrobe, took out his own clothes and put them in a big suitcase.
Then I took out some of the money I hid there from several books on the shelf. That's what he earned from working, and after changing Lola's new engine, the money he had made was almost spent, but the money was enough for Merlin to buy a ticket to another place, enough for him to leave his hometown.
After more than ten minutes, Merlin had prepared everything he needed for the journey. He sat on his bed blankly. He looked at the setting sun outside the window. The fiery red halo shrouded the sky like a picture. The most beautiful and gorgeous scenery.
He has seen such landscapes countless times, but he has never been full of an unspeakable parting like this time.
"Maybe I can go to New York."
A thought suddenly appeared in Merlin's mind.
"I can finish my studies."
Driven by this idea, Merlin hurriedly opened the bedside cabinet and took out his admission letter, but when he opened the white envelope, he desperately saw that in the envelope, it should have been properly The admission letter kept in custody has turned into a faded yellow sheet of paper, just like being thrown into the long river of time and washed for more than ten years.
The handwriting above was already obscured, like a clumsy hand painting, mocking Mei Lin's whimsical.
"boom"
Disappointed, Merlin hit the table with a punch, and his last place was also ruthlessly erased.
A kind of weakness rose from Merlin's heart, like a stream of water, filling his already exhausted heart. He fell on the soft bed and covered his face with his hands, but this time, he did not cry.
An unrecognizable murmur rang in his ears again, like tinnitus, and Merlin shook his head uncomfortably, wanting to shake that fuzzy voice out of his mind.
He stood up, dizzy in his mind, and the things in front of him began to blur again, and the symptoms of ghosting in front of him seemed to become serious again. A sticky liquid ran down his nostrils, with a familiar smell.
Merlin touched it with his finger, and in his eyes that had begun to have double shadows again, he saw a touch of scarlet on his finger.
"time to go."
Merlin gritted his teeth, grabbed the suitcase, and walked out of the room at the fastest speed, and just as he stood at the door of the house, another spark sparked on the pole in the distance, and a group of crows screamed in shock. Fly into the air.
The street lights that were just lit up, like the candles that were extinguished, went out one by one in front of Merlin's eyes.
Shadows...The shadows after dusk, in this weird way, overwhelmed Coleson Farm and the surrounding neighborhoods. A few screams came from the distant block, and while witnessing all this, Merlin felt the invisible wind blowing his body, and he once again felt the bone-chilling coldness.
He dragged the box and walked into the garage in the dark.
In the dark, Merlin looked at Lola, who was parked in the garage. This James left him with his best 18th birthday gift.
It is like a classical beauty in a red dress, quietly staying in his boudoir, waiting for the owner to come.
Unfortunately, its owner is leaving, and Merlin can no longer drive Lola on the ground.
The young man endured a headache. He stretched out his fingers and stroked the shell of this classic Corvette. The cold touch made Merlin's heart mixed.
Eventually, Merlin took the car key from his pocket, placed it on the driver's seat, and then attached the sticky note in his hand to the wiper.
In the dark garage, Merlin leaned against Lola's car, shaking his hands and lighting a cigarette. The Coulson family has no history of smoking, and Merlin does not like the smell of tobacco, but now, he urgently needs something to calm himself down.
The spicy smoke rose in the darkness, covering Merlin's blurred cheeks.
He stood in the dark, taking the memories of the past as the most beautiful treasures, and sealed them little by little in the deepest part of the memory. These memories are not a drag on a wanderer about to leave home, but the best pillar.
Enough to support him through the most difficult dark time.
But this is really not easy.
"boom"
Merlin patted Lola's icy car cover, like a final farewell. He took off half of the burning cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stamped it out.
Then lift the suitcase, put the black half-worn cowboy hat on the head, and cover the abnormality of the eyes with sunglasses.
He walked out of the garage, looked back for a moment, and then reached out his hand, and in the sound of the rolling gate clicking, the entire garage returned to silence again.
Like, the most beautiful and best treasures are completely sealed.

Early the next morning, full-faced Phil Coulson returned to Coulson Farm.
The 15-year-old has encountered many things recently, which completely overturned his simple life in the past. But fortunately, the father who was involved in a car accident had the first operation last night. The operation was very successful. The doctor said that if lucky, James might wake up in a few months.
This is undoubtedly really good news for this battered family.
But losing the farm was a big blow for Phil. After all, he was born here and grew up here. Compared to the bustling Madison, this is more like his home.
It is a pity that my mother sold it painfully for the sake of his father's better recovery and for Phil to finish his studies.
In a few days, this place will never belong to the Colson family.
When the mother took care of her father in the hospital, Phil had to return to the house, pack up and prepare to move away. When the young man walked on the farm, he noticed at first glance that the garage door was locked, which surprised Phil. He clearly remembered that the door would not normally be closed.
Is it the thief at home?
This thought caused Phil to rush back into the room subconsciously. A few minutes later, he was carrying a baseball bat, wearing a baseball helmet, and approached the garage carefully.
The shutter is not locked, it is just closed.
Phil reached out his hand and pulled the door up. With the sun shining into the garage, Phil Coleson's watchful face saw what was in the garage, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
It was a super cool red sports car. The classic Corvette of 1962. Phil vaguely remembered that when he was a child, his father seemed to have such a super cool car. Unfortunately, the car was finally sold.
But why does it stop here?
Phil walked blankly into the garage. He made a circle around the cool car, then found the car key in the driver's seat, and found a note on the wiper.
Phil took the note, and there was a message on it.
Somehow, Phil felt that the font was familiar, although he had never seen it before.
"She belongs to you, Phil Coulson, take good care of her."
"???
Seeing the message on the note, Phil was confused.
The young man doesn’t think he has a friend who can be bold enough to give away a car. In his memory, his father does not seem to have such a friend. So what is going on with this car?
Is this a prank?
Phil's first thought was to call the police, but when his eyes fell on this red body, the love light in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
Yes, he was reluctant to just give it up.
In fact, the first time he saw this car, he fell in love with it.
Phil Coulson held out his hand and gently stroked this cool car. He embraced it as if he were embracing the lost treasure and embracing the whole world. In this garage, he said to himself:
"So, baby, I'll call you..."
"Lola."
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