The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

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The moonlight is exceptionally bright tonight.

On a container at the Manhattan container terminal, Locke sat cross-legged, seemingly enveloped in moonlight.

Locke looked at Catherine, his eyes seemingly dreamy as he recounted a dream he had once had.

The story of this dream took place a long time ago, so long ago that even Locke couldn't pinpoint its exact era.

The only certainty is that this story takes place on the European continent two hundred years ago.

"This dream is so distant that I can't even remember what my name was in it."

"I can remember very little about the details of this dream."

"but----

"You are the only one I cannot forget."

Having laid the groundwork for the dream's premise, Locke gazed at Catherine with deep, azure eyes as profound as the ocean abyss, and began to recount the dream's contents as he remembered them.

"I remember it was a morning."

"The temperature was just right, I was not in a hurry, and I was just stepping out of my house when I saw a fairy coming out of the forest."

"That's you, K!"

"But at that time, you seemed very flustered, as if someone was chasing you."

"Just as I was hesitating whether to walk towards you, someone came."

"I've forgotten their names too."

"However, I vaguely remember that in the dream, they seemed to be called the Salvatore brothers."

Upon hearing this, Catherine, who had been expressionless, suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Locke.

Locke seemed oblivious, his eyes glazed over, as he methodically recounted a story from a dream he had once had.

"I saw the Salvatore brothers walking towards you."

"I want to go, but I'm too scared."

"I can't remember why, maybe it's because I was very poor in the dream, while the Salvator brothers were very rich."

"By the time I mustered the courage to step forward, you had already left with the Salvatore brothers."

"As I watched you walk away, I regretted my hesitation."

"...and then I left my hometown."

"A long time later, I can't even remember how long it was."

"When I returned after achieving great success, you were no longer there, and I heard that the Salvatore brothers had also left."

"Even when I closed my eyes in that dream life, you were still the one I thought of."

"K!"

"I saw you first. If only I had had the courage to walk towards you back then."

"I saw you again that day."

"I once thought I had witnessed a miracle from God."

"Thinking back on it, I don't think I believe in God either."

Locke seemed to snap out of his reverie, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and then looked at Catherine.

into the eye.

He saw Catherine staring at him with an extremely dangerous look in her eyes.

A look of confusion crossed Locke's face: "What's wrong, K?"

Catherine stared at Locke expressionlessly, then her gaze fell on her hands, which Locke was holding tightly.

She didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Locke chuckled self-deprecatingly and, without waiting for Catherine to speak, took the initiative to release Catherine's hands.

"Feel sorry."

"...For what reason?"

Catherine listened to Locke's abrupt apology, then looked up at him expressionlessly.

Locke shook his head with a wry smile, looking at Catherine.

Do you know why, after taking ninety-nine steps towards you that time, I didn't take the hundredth step?

"...Why?"

Just like in my dream, I hesitated at the last minute.

"I'm afraid this is just another dream."

"I'm afraid that if I take this final step, I'll suddenly find that it was all just a dream, so I hesitated."

"Because as long as I don't take the initiative, I won't get hurt again."

"But inside the Vampire Mansion, I once again faced a life-or-death crisis."

"I don't want to deceive myself anymore."

"So I made a decision."

"I'll take this final step myself. Whether it's real or fake, this time, I promise I won't miss you."

"If this is a dream, then let me never wake up!"

"If it's reality, then I will seize it."

"but----

Locke looked at Catherine with a self-deprecating smile: "I think I messed up again, didn't I?"

After saying that.

He said nothing more, but under Catherine's gaze, he picked up the wine glass beside him and drank it all in one gulp without uttering a word.

Locke then looked up at the moon on the distant sea at a 45-degree angle.

His chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

If you look closely, you can see two teardrops gathering at the corners of Locke's deep blue eyes.

But because Locke stubbornly looked up, the tears never fell.

Catherine, sitting to the side, remained silent, watching Locke, who was looking up at a forty-five-degree angle and seemed to exude an aura of defeat.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on the bourbon glass beside him, and he pursed his lips.

Locke, squinting and looking up at the moon at a 45-degree angle, felt a pang of regret.

He shouldn't be tilting so much.

Thirty degrees is fine.

Because at 30 degrees, one can see Catherine's actions out of the corner of their eye.

Unlike now.

If someone's gaze wanders too much, the atmosphere that was finally brought together will vanish.

But if his eyes didn't wander, he couldn't see Catherine's every move.

Shit!

These are all lessons learned and must be absorbed. Next time I use this trick, I should only raise my head at a 30-degree angle, not a 45-degree angle.

Locke thought to himself.

What dream?

He was talking complete nonsense. Ever since he transmigrated and was reborn, he hasn't had a single nightmare, let alone a pleasant one.

Yes.

The comments about dreams just now were purely made up by Locke in the Summer 8.

What's there to hesitate about?

What a pity.

Fabricated.

In that conversation about the dream, apart from the Salvator brothers being real, everything else was improvised by him.

Even the Salvator brothers, Locke was wondering if he had remembered correctly when he said it.

He admits that he has an element of gambling.

Picking up girls, huh?

There was an element of gambling involved to some extent, especially for a married man like him; it was a high-stakes gamble.

fortunately!

He noticed the change in Catherine's eyes when she heard about the Salvatore brothers, and knew he had made the right bet.

Catherine Pierce, huh.

She's one of the main characters in The Vampire Diaries.

When Locke heard K introduce himself, the first thing that came to mind was Alexander Pierce and Catherine Pierce from the fantasy romance TV series The Vampire Diaries.

That's why he panicked.

Then he quickly realized that the K in front of him was Catherine Pierce from The Vampire Diaries, and immediately started brainstorming again, coming up with the idea of ​​approaching the topic from the perspective of dreams.

He felt that his ability to perform under pressure had always been good.

Half true, half false.

It seems plausible but is actually wrong.

Based on the real Salvator brothers, he used his excellent storytelling skills to create a character who met Catherine Pierce in the same era as the Salvator brothers, or even before them, but was preempted by the Salvator brothers because of his own weakness and cowardice.

At the same time, using dreams as a starting point, the story constructs a character where Locke, reincarnated two hundred years later, sees Catherine Pierce again and is overcome with unrequited love.

but·--

He was completely oblivious to Catherine's expression and had no idea whether he had passed the test or messed it up.

Damn it, why don't we turn around and take a look?

After a while, Locke muttered to himself, if it weren't for K's lingering scent, he would have suspected that K had quietly left.

Just as Locke was hesitating about whether to call it a day.

next second.

A delicate, white hand, even more icy white in the moonlight, appeared before him, holding a bottle of bourbon.

Locke snapped out of his reverie and looked at Catherine, who was offering him a bottle of bourbon.

"..—·K" Locke began, his voice already a little hoarse.

A slight smile appeared on Catherine's previously icy face: "Here you go."

Locke reached out and took the glass of wine that Catherine had filled for him.

Catherine then raised her glass, smiling at Locke: "Cheers."

Locke looked puzzled and hesitated.

"For what reason?"

"for..."

Catherine looked up, seemingly lost in thought, then looked back at Locke and said with a smile, "For our reunion."

Locke's heart skipped a beat.

Good guy.

Did she believe it?

Right.

It happened two hundred years ago, and he made up another insignificant little person for himself, so it's normal that Catherine forgot.

this.

That's so true to me!

Locke thought to himself, and upon hearing this, his expression revealed a perfectly timed look of surprise as he looked at Catherine.

"Cheers."

"Cheers!"

Two bourbon glasses clinked together, and then the two men looked at each other and downed their bourbons in one gulp.

after.-.·.

That was the end of it.

A dark cloud, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, obscured the moonlight over the sea, and darkness instantly enveloped the entire container terminal.

The security guards in the dock security room seemed to hear faint sounds like vampire roars and panting coming from outside, and they looked at each other in confusion.

The group looked at each other, each seemingly wanting the other to go out and check.

but...

Not a single security guard dared to go out.

After all, even at a container terminal, night and day are two different worlds.

In the end, the security guards were wide awake, looking at each other until the roaring stopped in the middle of the night, at which point they embraced and fell asleep.

the next day.

early morning.

Locke lay on top of the shipping container, his hands behind his head, gazing absently at the gradually brightening sky.

The beautiful woman who had been sleeping next to him had long since disappeared.

It was like waking from a long, dreamlike dream.