[ID name: Jason Meghan]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: Thirty-three years old]

[Position brief name: Jiujie Station Passenger·Active Lot No. 41,51,55,57,58]

[Staff details: Mr. Megan is a Romanian who can speak English and French. His mother tongue is the Banat dialect of Romania.]

There are dense notes written on the back of the certificate.

[Years of car rides have made Mr. Megan’s temper a little weird. Six years ago, as a translator, he followed the attack team to RSH (Red Stars Hill).

, his mental state deteriorated.]

[In the end, he failed to pass the VIP (senior senior passenger) certification.]

[The house leaked, but it rained all night, and the boat was late and encountered a strong wind.]

[Three years ago, Mr. Megan’s waiter set out to perform a mission at the scene of a spiritual disaster due to an emergency order. Unfortunately, the waiter disappeared into the underground world.]

[We assigned another waiter for Mr. Megan, who is from the same hometown as him. We hope he can get rid of the nightmares and inner demons as soon as possible.]

[To this day, he still rides in the area he is familiar with to investigate and troubleshoot the station.]

[Hello, passenger, if you see this ID, please relax, he is an experienced and trustworthy senior. But he needs some private space to protect his fragile and sensitive heart.]

In the spacious and bright isolation hotel, Mr. Meghan sat on the sofa.

He stared at the TV with disgust on his face.

In this remote small city, there are no international channels on TV.

In this large hotel used for isolation and observation, few people could understand his English with the accent of his native dialect.

He felt that this place was like an isolated island, and he was a Robinson Crusoe who drifted to an isolated island and got a fever.

Occasionally, a few medical staff would come to poke his throat for nucleic acid testing, and they would be Robinson's "Fridays."

He held his passenger ID card and stole a lighter from the smoking room. He lit the passenger ID card on fire with the hot and noisy sound of the TV program.

He sat in front of the coffee table in the isolation suite, performed this sacred ceremony, swore an oath, and murmured incomprehensible sentences in his native language.

"I want to be a hunter, and I'm not willing to..."

"I'm not willing to live an ordinary life like this."

"For thirteen years, all the friends I set out with went to deeper and further areas. The annual gathering of old friends made me feel like a clown."

"The waiter who shared all the troubles with me is no longer with me..."

"I can't become a VIP or an armed employee, and boring clerical work can't restrain the wolf like me - I will never allow myself to accomplish nothing."

"The identity of the hunter will be the new title page of Jason Megan's life poem."

He stood up and stared at the burning passenger ID in his hand. It was his past that was going to be burned completely in this holy fire.

"Megan, you are reborn! Megan, you are reborn!"

He raised his head, with hot fire in his eyes.

"Find the first prey, capture him! Bite his neck, take away his diary and panacea, and you will be completely alive!"

Tongues of flame spread across the polymer card, emitting a thick, acrid mist.

Mr. Megan smelled the strange burning smell, just like smelling the smell of blood when a newborn is born in the delivery room.

His eyes were full of enthusiasm——

--Then the craze died out.

Because the smoke triggered the fire alarm, all his enthusiasm was wiped out.

Water mist sprayed in the room, and the power outage device worked in conjunction. The originally bright room became dark, and the TV was immediately turned off to prevent the fire protection device from causing water and electricity accidents.

Only the midday sun shines through the window on the carpet.

Mr. Megan touched his wet cheek and rubbed his hair. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was an unknown anger in his heart.

"grass!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"I'm so fucking unlucky!"

He pointed to the lunch on the table——

——Carrot stew and white rice are the things he hates the most.

"I hate these foods!"

Then he grabbed the bottles of drinks on the water bar counter.

"Oriental leaves? Magical Chinese tea?! I hate drinking these!"

The sharp sound of the fire alarm sounded outside the door.

This makes Mr. Megan's already sensitive nerves become fragile.

"I hate this city! I hate it so much!"

He was scratching at his clothes hysterically, like a caged animal.

"Jiang Xueming! I hate you so much! Why did I come here to catch you?! You can't even buy a gun in this damn place!"

As Mr. Megan said, he turned into a wolf that chooses and devours people.

The security guard and translator outside the door worked together to open the door.

In just a few seconds.

Mr. Megan rubbed his face, managed his expression, pinched the oriental leaves and sat back on the sofa.

He unscrewed the lid and savored the smell of the water in the fire extinguisher and the magical Chinese tea. Then he smiled kindly and his voice was trembling. He didn't know whether it was nervousness, excitement, or fear when he saw the security guard.

He greeted in English and explained: "Sorry... I wanted to have a cigarette and accidentally made a mess here... I will pay for it."

Security went to deal with the fire alarm.

The translator wore an isolation mask and communicated fluently in English: "Mr. Megan, you are still in the observation stage and you are not allowed to smoke. This is a hotel exclusively for medical staff. Please cooperate with us."

Mr Meghan then asked: "Can I call the consulate?"

Translator: "The nearest consulate here is in the provincial capital, more than two hundred kilometers away. If you want to find someone for help, you have to wait until your quarantine is over."

Mr. Megan asked again: "Can you prepare some other food for me?"

Translator: "You have changed the dishes three times, and you are not satisfied with them. There is nothing we can do. We only have these agricultural products in this small city, and we really don't have your hometown dishes."

Mr. Megan was reluctant: "Can you...let me out...I have money, lots and lots of money. As long as you help me, I will bribe your supervisor and give you money. Three million is enough."

Not enough? Is five million enough?"

Translator: "I've seen your words in telecom fraud, so just give up. The epidemic prevention work is huge. I recommend you to download an APP and learn a few tricks from the National Anti-Fraud Center first."

Come again."

Mr. Megan quickly explained: "I really have no intention of running away... Just help me this time. I will go out to get some air and come back immediately within three days, no! Two days! No, no, no... Just a few days

Hours..."

"No chance." The translator rolled her eyes through the mask: "You checked the window six times today. The security brother was like catching a baby. When he saw you jumping out of the building, he took you back. The bearded guy is bad.

Very, do you think I will believe your lies? I have arranged for you to go to the 27th floor and locked the windows. You must not go out again. This is a medical center hotel, not a cremation.

field."

"Then can you give me some..." Mr. Megan bargained, and finally chose a guaranteed solution: "Can you give me some movie videos?"

He weakly pointed at the TV.

"It's okay to open a membership...I can't watch many movies."

The translators all muttered: "Okay."

Wait for security to take care of the fire alarm.

The health aunt came in and cleaned up the things, then looked at the bearded man with a look that looked at garbage, and finally ran away as if he was avoiding the plague.

Wait until people are gone.

Megan's wolf-like eyes will never come back.

The soft cloth cover of the sofa was replaced with a new one. He first took off his wet clothes and pants, fell on the sofa and secretly cried for a while, turning into a whimpering little wolf cub.

He straightened up, picked up the remote control, and encouraged himself.

"Meghan...cheer up! Cheer up Megan!"

I turned on the TV and chose the American TV series "Prison Break" to get back some of the feeling.

"Yes, I want to escape from here like this male protagonist."

He looked at the new sea bowl dishes on the table and muttered to himself.
To be continued...