What would it be like if one day, the world suddenly forgot about you?
All evidence of your existence has been erased, as if you had been dead for so long that no one could remember you.But in reality, you're still alive.Just walking through the bustling flow of people, like a wandering ghost, no one knows about you, and no one cares about you.You can only live for yourself, you can only live alone.Worse still, you're in bad luck.There was a sudden boom that caused a burst of frightened screams from pedestrians on the streets of Madison in the afternoon.A series of sparks erupted from the top of a telephone pole above the crossroads.The suddenly broken wires swayed in the wind, sending the feathers of an innocent bird's electricity flying, and its poor life ended at this moment, and then smashed straight to the ground, emitting the eerie aroma of roasted meat.People were frightened away from the power poles that were entwined with Mars, and some were still running, calling for help.But some people fell in a panic, and even caused traffic chaos at one point.But Merlin didn't panic as much as they did.He stood where he was, just under the short-circuited telephone pole, and he watched the dead birds on the ground in front of him, their grey, exploding feathers fluttering and falling in the air in front of him, whirling in the air.It was another life that died because of him.The longer he stayed in the city, the more Merlin's doom grew.From my own bad luck at the beginning, to now, a few hours later, the invisible bad luck has begun to implicate the things around me.Doom spreads, like an invisible hand, urging Merlin to leave the place.He was like a walking source of calamity."
Why you?
And why me?
”Merlin looked at the dead bird at his feet, and he muttered to himself.Until now, everything has happened, and he still can't let go.Although he has been preparing for possible paranormal events on many occasions over the past 18 years, he still seems helpless after everything suddenly happens.But the carcass of the bird in front of him seemed to be a warning.The longer he stays in one place, the worse the bad luck gathers.Whether he wants it or not, he has to take a step forward and explore the unknown world.He's not a bad guy, and he doesn't want to cause a bigger disaster.Merlin reached out and pulled down the black cowboy hat he was wearing on top of his head, then took a few steps back.He bent down, reached out and picked up a lady with a broken foot, and carried her to the side of the road, and then, in the lady's repeated thanks, Merlin pushed through the crowd, quickened his pace, and walked towards the parking lot.Moments later, with the muffled sound of the engine, the red Lola rushed out of the Madison Hospital parking lot, and Merlin, who was in the driver's seat, looked back at the hospital behind him one last time.The three most important people in his first 18 years of life were in that hospital.But he had to stay away from them, or even disappear from their lives entirely.A gust of wind blew, rustling the trees on the side of the street.A tree branch fell, and in the exclamation of pedestrians, smashed into the back of Merlin's car, and the falling leaves swirled and fluttered, as if to indicate that this tornado had begun to brew, which was the most traditional disaster in Wisconsin.Merlin's heart tightened again.He retracted his gaze and slammed on the accelerator, Lola, whose wheels were still stained with turf and mud, seemed to sense the owner's anxious mood, and the classic roadster accelerated again and drove away from the city quickly.Merlin didn't know what was going on with him, he didn't know anything about magic, energy.He could only guess that this haunting doom should have something to do with that contract.The demonic contract that should have been completed was broken by the Phantom Stranger, and the ritual was not completed, most likely leading to a third possibility besides success and failure.This weighed Merlin's heart, but it didn't disappoint him completely.Since the demon has appeared in front of his eyes, since there are still beings like the Phantom Stranger in the world, it means that those magic and witchcraft that only exist in legends are real, and since they exist, it means that in that magical world, there must be a solution to his physical problems.Or even...
Even the paranormal event of his existence being erased is likely to be resolved by magic or other bizarre means.Of course, all of this is premised on Merlin being able to find those magical creatures in the real world.But in desperate situations, a hope is needed to sustain it.Coulson Farm, in Merlin's room, Merlin picked up the bedside family photo, on which the image of him was gone, Phil and James and Mrs.
Coulson were like the most perfect family, and there seemed to be no place for Merlin at all.The young man smiled wryly as he put the frame back in place, and he reached out and opened the closet, taking out his own clothes and putting them in a large suitcase.Then he took out some of the money he had hidden there from a few books on the shelf.He had earned it by working part-time, and after getting Lola a new engine, the money he had earned had almost been spent, but it was enough for Merlin to buy a ticket to other places, enough for him to leave his hometown.Ten minutes later, Merlin had prepared everything he needed for the long journey, he sat on his bed a little dazed, he looked out the window at the sun about to set, the fiery red halo shrouded the sky, like the most beautiful and gorgeous scenery.He had seen such a scene countless times, but never had he been filled with an indescribable sense of parting like this one."
Maybe I can go to New York."
A thought popped into Merlin's mind."
I can go and 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 was desperate to see that in the envelope, the admission letter that should have been kept properly had turned into a ball of faded yellow paper, as if it had been thrown into the long river of time and washed away for more than ten years.The handwriting on it had long since been blurred, like a clumsy hand-painting, mocking Merlin's whimsy."
Bang" Merlin, who was extremely disappointed, slammed his fist on the table, and his last place was ruthlessly erased.A weakness rose from Merlin's heart, like a stream of water, that filled his already exhausted heart, and he collapsed on the soft bed, his hands over his face, but this time, he did not cry.An unintelligible murmur rang in his ears again, like tinnitus, causing Merlin to shake his head uncomfortably, trying to shake the faint sound out of his head.He stood up, a dizziness in his mind, things in front of him began to blur again, and the symptoms of double vision seemed to become serious again.A sticky liquid ran down his nostrils with a familiar fishy smell.Merlin touched it with his fingers, and in his eyes, which began to have ghosting again, he saw a scarlet on his fingers."
It's time to go."
Merlin gritted his teeth, grabbed his suitcase, and walked out of the room as fast as he could, and just as he stood at the door of the house, another spark sparked from a telephone pole in the distance, causing a flock of crows to quack, and flew into the air.And the street lamps that had just been lit were like extinguished candles, one after another in front of Merlin's eyes.Shade...
The shadows after dusk envelop Coulson's Farm and the surrounding neighborhood in such an eerie way.A few screams rang out in the distant neighborhood, and Merlin, who had witnessed all this, felt the invisible wind blowing through his body, and he felt the bone-chilling coldness again.He dragged the box and walked into the garage in the dark.In the dark, Merlin looked at Lola, parked in the garage, the best 18th birthday present James had ever given him.It is like a classical beauty in a red dress, quietly staying in her boudoir, waiting for the arrival of her master.Unfortunately, its owner is leaving, and Merlin can no longer drive Lola across the land.The young man endured the headache, he stretched out his finger and stroked the shell of this classic Corvette, the cold touch made Merlin's heart mixed feelings.Eventually, Merlin took the car keys out of his pocket, put them in the driver's seat, and attached the sticky notes in his hand to the wipers.In the dark garage, Merlin leaned in front of Lola's car, his hands trembling, and he lit a cigarette.The Coulson family had no history of smoking, and Merlin didn't really like the taste of the tobacco, but right now, he desperately needed something to calm himself down.Spicy smoke rose in the darkness, enveloping Merlin's blurred cheeks.He stood in the dark, treating the memories of the past as the most beautiful treasures, sealing them in the deepest part of the memory little by little.These memories are not a drag on a wanderer who is about to leave home, but the best pillar.Enough to sustain him through the hardest dark times.But it's really not easy."
Bang" Merlin patted Lola's icy car lid as if it was a final goodbye, and he removed the half-burned cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it.Then lift the suitcase, put a black half-worn cowboy hat on your head, and cover your eyes with sunglasses for the anomaly.He walked outside the garage, looked back for a moment, then reached out his hand, and with the sound of the roller shutter clicking, the whole garage was quiet again.It's like sealing the most beautiful and best treasures completely.———————————————— the next morning, a tired Phil.
Coulson returned to Coulson Farm.The 15-year-old has been confronted with a lot of things lately, and these things have completely turned his simple life upside down.But fortunately, the father who was in a car accident had his first operation last night, and the operation was successful, and the doctor said that if he was lucky, James might wake up in a few months.This is undoubtedly real good news for the devastated family.But to lose the farm is a big blow for Phil, after all, he was born and raised here.It's more like his home than bustling Madison.It's a pity that in order for his father to recover better and for Phil to finish his studies, his mother still sold it.In a few days, it will never belong to the Coulson family.His mother was taking care of his father in the hospital, and Phil had to return home, pack his things, and prepare to move out.As the young man walked through the farm, he noticed at first glance that the garage door was locked, much to Phil's surprise, and he remembered that the door was not usually closed.Could it be that the family has been burglarized?
This thought made Phil subconsciously rush back to the room, and a few minutes later, he cautiously approached the garage with a baseball bat and a baseball helmet.The roller shutter wasn't locked, it was just closed.Phil stretched out his hand and pulled the door up, as the sun shone into the garage, a vigilant Phil.
Coulson couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw what was present in the garage.It was a super cool red sports car, a classic Corvette from 1962, and Phil vaguely remembers that when he was a child, his father seemed to have such a super cool car, but unfortunately the car was eventually sold.But why did it stop here?
Phil walked into the garage with a blank face, he went around the super cool car, and found the car keys in the driver's seat, and also on the wipers, found a sticky note.Phil took the note down with a message on it.For some reason, Phil felt the font familiar, even though he had never seen it before."
She belongs to you, Phil.
Coulson, take good care of her. ”“？？？”
Seeing the message on the sticky note, Phil was confused.The young man didn't think he had the kind of friend who could be bold enough to give away a car, and his father didn't seem to have that kind of friend in his memory, so what was the deal with this car?
Could it be, this is a prank?
Phil's first thought was to call the police, but when his eyes fell on the red body, the love in his eyes couldn't hide it.Yes, he was reluctant to just give it up.In fact, from the first moment he saw the car, he fell in love with it.Phil.
Coulson reached out and gently stroked the cool car, and he hugged it like a lost treasure, embracing the whole world.In this garage, he said to himself, "Then, little darling, I will call you...""
Lola
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