Darkness is Coming

  The frenzied cheers shook Jason's eardrums. He tried to squeeze a passage through the denser crowd and retreated to the wall where Phil was spraying paint.

The evening wind made Jason's brain paralyzed by alcohol regain consciousness. When he saw the crowd roaring "Long Live Evolution" and "Long Live the Holy Family" on the street, he seemed to see a group of dancers swinging wildly in the disco. There were no colorful lights shining on their heads, no dynamic melody ringing in their ears, but they were equally excited, as if the strange smell in the air were hallucinogens.

   Jason, who couldn't fit into the environment, finally felt uneasy. He leaned over to Phil and urged: "We should go back, maybe everyone is waiting for you in the apartment preparing a party."

"Then let them wait, it's my turn to surprise them this year." Phil said perfunctoryly, and fully devoted himself to his own creation. From the vague outline, Jason could guess that this was A very religious painting, which made Jason even more nervous, walking back and forth anxiously behind Phil.

   "Don't be nervous, that guy just now asked the question about putting **** and the core teachings of the Holy Religion together. Isn't it different now?"

A frivolous voice sounded behind Jason, and Jason turned around abruptly, only to realize that a young Asian youth with yellow skin and black hair was standing behind him at some point, holding a camera and facing Phil and the crowd across the street, constantly adjusting. Pose, presumably trying to find a better angle to shoot.

This person seems to have been standing here for a while, otherwise he wouldn't know what happened just now, but Jason didn't notice him before, on the one hand because Jason was restless, on the other hand because his hiding skills were very good. It has greatly reduced his sense of existence, which is a required course for elite war correspondents.

"Huaxia people?" Jason took a step back cautiously. Due to the tragedy in Huaxia Yuanjiang, almost all Chinese people, including Chinese Americans, are radical rebels. Jason doesn't want the word in the variant. There is a relationship with the rebels on the site. Although the tall man is still alive and kicking, who knows if he will offend the Holy Religion - the abbreviation of the Evolutionary Religion, because the Evolutionary Religion is owned by the self-proclaimed Saint Race. The mutants preach and the core high-level are all mutants without exception, so they are also called holy religions - and pay the price.

It is true that the Holy Law restricts mutants from harming humans, but no one can ensure that all mutants follow the Holy Law. Even if the mutants do not attack him, it is inevitable that human mad believers of the Holy Religion will take revenge on him. Especially in the United States, a country where guns are rampant, there are many cases of impulsive killings.

   "Is my accent so obvious?" The Asian youth stretched out his right hand to Jason, "My name is Tang Fei, may I ask you a few questions?"

As the first war correspondent to go deep into the front lines and get in touch with survivors after the disappearance of the dome, Tang Fei has made a name for himself in the Chinese press. A set of photos taken in Yuanjiang was even nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for journalism, but Tang Fei still Dissatisfied, after sensing the opportunity, he went to the United States for a bold adventure, but this time he sneaked out alone.

   "No, you're a reporter, right? I won't answer any of your questions." Jason took another step back, as far as possible from Tang Fei.

"Reporter? No, no, no, what kind of reporter would use this kind of camera?" Tang Fei laughed, "I'm just a tourist. I heard that there is a new characteristic tourist attraction in New York, and I came here to experience it. I have to say that here It doesn't look like a dramatic view, but as a playground, it's really unique and unique."

"What do you want to ask?" Jason didn't lower his vigilance, but changed his attitude, "I am a regular customer here, I can share some experience with you and teach you some tricks, so that you can spend the least money here and enjoy the The coolest experience. However, I'm charging, I can save you a lot of money, and paying a consulting fee is a very good deal for you."

   "Of course." Tang Fei took out a thick wallet, which was filled with green bills.

   "Ask." Jason thought about how much he could recover from today's losses, and his mood improved a little.

"I heard that the consumption here is very high, so a considerable part of the customers are high-paying class?" Tang Fei asked, "Will there be pinhole cameras installed in the amusement facilities? You know, many similar places in China will have those things installed. Secretly videotape, when needed, use those videos to threaten customers and let them do things for themselves, I am also a person with identity, I am worried..."

"That kind of thing doesn't happen here." Jason grinned. "Looks like you're a first-time visitor? Man, you're blessed. Like you said, most people who can afford to play here are The high-paying class with status and status can basically meet the external material needs of their lives, so they come to the 'club' to pursue excitement. How good is a good place that can make them linger? Use your imagination. "

It took Jason nearly 20 minutes to introduce the most interesting rides in the "club" and the various things that need to be paid attention to when playing. Tang Fei immediately presented five hundred-yuan bills after listening, and then asked casually: "Just now the street What happened to the group of people on the opposite side, are they all tourists here, I think the level of missionary is not very good, and they can confuse many people?"

After getting the money, Jason was in a good mood, and without thinking too much, he replied: "It's not surprising, how should I put it, most of the regulars here often deal with mutants, unlike those outside who don't understand the situation. After staying here for a long time, it is inevitable to envy the various abilities of mutants, and since mutants transformed from poor people can have a stable and safe life, then…”

"Did you know?" Jason suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I heard from a colleague that a partner in our company is considering accepting the transformation ceremony, and there is no perfect law on mutants yet. Transform before the relevant laws are perfected, The fact that they can still keep their personal assets makes many rich people excited. A friend of mine who works in a large law firm once told me that recently, they have received more and more relevant legal consultations, and many people have In consultation with the existing laws, what will be affected after transforming yourself into a mutant, and how to protect your private property and personal rights, etc. You know, mutants only have temporary residency rights, they are not citizens of the United States, but they have been Whether citizens with U.S. federal citizenship will continue to have civil rights after they voluntarily transform into mutants has not yet been clearly stipulated!"

   "Oh?" Tang Fei's eyes lit up with excitement, "Can you give me the contact information of your friend? I also want to do some consultation."

   "Aren't you a tourist? What are you asking about?" Jason asked suspiciously.

   Tang Fei didn't change his face and his heart didn't beat, and he blurted out: "I have a relative in Chinatown. He is a U.S. federal citizen. This time I traveled to New York mainly to visit him."

   "If you need consultation, go to a law firm by yourself. I've said enough today, it's getting late, and before this place is crowded with people who come to enjoy the crazy nightlife, hurry up and enjoy it!"

   Tang Fei smiled without saying a word. Before turning to leave, he took a close-up of Phil's back. At this time, the walls were covered with thick red and black.

   "Have you thought about the name of the painting?" Tang Fei asked.

   Phil nodded.

   "Red and Black."