A truly perfect lie is 99% truth mixed with 1% falsehood. It is difficult to distinguish between the truth and the falsehood, and it can even be mistaken for the truth.
Before my eyes, Kirk was like this, and “everything” was real.
Wallace didn't seem to be suspicious at all. He held up the plastic bag in his hand and explained with a smile.
"I was just buying something at a convenience store and was about to go home. I came out to chat with my friends and accidentally saw a figure swaying in a car."
"I had a hunch that I needed to come over and take a look, but I didn't expect it to be you."
"God, what's going on? If it was anyone else, I would think they were following me."
"so close."
"I was just a little bit away from calling 911."
real?
Fake?
Kirk was acting, but what about Wallace? Was he also acting, and was he also acting 99% truth and 1% falsehood?
Wallace: Haha.
Kirk: Haha.
The two of them laughed, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy, but the undercurrent behind the laughter quietly made the atmosphere slightly tense.
The flash of swords and the shadows of sabers quietly filled the air.
Kirk, not panicking, "If it's 911, I should go to the police immediately."
A joke deftly eased the tension and we returned to the ease we had when we first met, but the feeling was still different.
"actually……"
Kirk hesitated and gestured behind Wallace with his eyes.
Wallace turned around and looked, then turned back to Kirk.
"I just saw you chatting with them, so, are you familiar with each other?"
Just go with the flow.
Since Kirk just noticed the "busyness" of the subway station entrance and exit, he might as well use it as an opportunity to divert attention.
Wallace was a little surprised, but the reason was perfect and he had no reason to doubt it. He seemed to calm down a little. "Neighbors in the nearby block."
“You know, in the Bronx, the same neighborhoods are the same camps. It’s become a default habit.”
Kirk raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing an expression of noncommittal.
Wallace had to explain again, "But we all have different choices for life and the future, and I know nothing about their affairs."
Kirk smiled but said nothing. He raised his chin slightly and pondered for a moment. "Will they not get suspicious if you come and talk to me now?"
"To you, or to me?" Wallace asked.
"To you. And to me," Kirk replied.
Wallace smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, I won't expose you. I'll just say you're a friend who came here to conduct a social investigation."
"Haha, in fact, I did come here to conduct a social survey, and you are telling the truth. " Kirk smiled and gave a positive response.
Wallace cooperated very well. He understood what he meant and raised his hand to his lips, made a "hush" gesture, and used a "zipper" to seal his mouth.
"Haha", and then Wallace also laughed heartily twice.
Just as Kirk was about to respond, Wallace laughed again, "Haha!"
Then, Wallace closed his mouth tightly, his expression slightly embarrassed, and quickly glanced at Kirk with the corner of his eyes. The atmosphere was subtle.
Kirk: ???
However, Wallace was ultimately unable to control himself, and as if he had hiccups, he began to laugh again, "Haha," and he couldn't stop, "Hahahahahaha," a series of inexplicable laughter broke out at inappropriate times, and the whole situation became ridiculous in an instant.
“Sorry…hahahaha…”
"...Hold...Haha...Sorry..."
Wallace pinched his cheeks hard, pulling himself like dough, and began to pant as he laughed. His saliva flowed out uncontrollably. He looked disheveled and hideous, with a twisted, creepy and weird look, as if he could feel the stimulation of the rich night lightly blowing on the hairs on his arms.
"Ha ha ha ha."
finally!
Finally, Wallace controlled himself and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm sorry, sometimes I lose control, and I... I'm sorry, I don't understand... I can't help it... But I'm really, really sorry."
After a period of incoherent speech, Wallace apologized again and again. It can be seen that he was a little restrained and a little annoyed. This should not be the first time.
At this moment, Kirk had countless question marks in his head, lighting up like light bulbs, but on the surface, he let things take their course and suppressed his surprise and surprise. "Although I don't understand what just happened, to be honest, you didn't offend me, so you don't have to feel sorry."
Wallace looked at Kirk quietly, his eyes full of sincerity, "Kirk, you are such a good person."
Kirk: Why does it feel weird?
Then, Wallace continued, "I think I should go back and not waste any more time; and I shouldn't bother you."
After a few simple greetings, Wallace turned around and walked away with a bit of embarrassment and panic.
Bathed in the halo of street lights, Wallace walked through the night. The sound of the wind once again brought him intermittent laughter, "Haha", "Ha". He kept trying to control it and suppress the laughter in his mouth as much as possible, but just like hiccups, he couldn't control it after all, and then it came out in waves.
Wallace walked faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye he had arrived at the stairs in front of him. He greeted the thugs at the convenience store door again, walked up the stairs without stopping, put on his headphones again, walked up the stairs lightly, and walked towards the apartment.
Kirk was wondering whether he should continue to keep watch tonight. After all, his whereabouts had been discovered.
Then, he saw the scene right in front of him——
In the darkness of night, the flickering street lights divide the stairs leading to the distance into slowly rising spaces. The figures walking in between appear, disappear, reappear, and disappear again like magic, walking between light and darkness.
Step. Step. Step.
Wallace jumped forward from step to step with light steps, as if he was using his body to feel the rhythm of the melody coming from the headphones.
tread!
He jumped up with both feet and entered the connecting area between the steps. His figure walked from darkness into light, bathed in the halo of a street lamp.
His steps crossed happily, he turned around, raised his right leg and kicked it forward, his upper body leaning back, with only his left leg supporting him like a white crane spreading its wings, his body lying flat, showing an eerie sense of lines, as if he could feel the classical disco rhythm flowing through his body.
Wallace, dancing.
But the point is, the outside world is peaceful, no one can hear the music in Wallace's headphones, they can only watch Wallace's weird and twisted body movements, the joy in silence, the twisting in quietness, stepping on the chaotic beat, just walking between light and darkness.
Step up, lift your right leg, and go up one step.
Step up, lift your left leg, and go up one step.
She climbed up the stairs one by one, but her dance moves became more and more awkward and exaggerated. She passed through the transition area, passed the stairs, sneaked quickly in the darkness, and then jumped high with her arms and legs spread out like a dance master, and then she got into the next spotlight again.
Snapped!
Water splashed on the ground .
However, this did not affect Wallace's good mood at all. He jumped and danced in a shallow puddle of water with a dazzling array of steps, just like "Singing in the Rain". He used whole body movements to express the joy and happiness from the inside out, and his body movements became more and more vigorous and fierce.
The night is surging and exploding.
There was a damp and cold smell in the air.
The quicksand of time seems to be slowing down, slowing down, and slowing down again in this small world above these stairs.