Volume 1: Males Come and Go, People Pay Attention Chapter 81 People Always Have Hope (Second Update, Please Vote for Me)

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Although Chen Yingxiong helped, although the entire English media was discussing and hyping it, even though more and more people began to join in, helping him find this particularly memorable ticket.

But that ticket seemed to disappear from the world and never appeared again.

As time goes by, more and more people have begun to give up - after all, they have their own jobs and lives, and they cannot devote all their energy to serving others to find a game ticket. You are paid, but if you don’t find it, you are really just a volunteer.

And it’s not just that more and more people are giving up.

A voice has begun to emerge, and it has quickly become a consensus among everyone. Even Samuel Mertz already knew it.

That is, the tickets are no longer there, either burned or soaked, and then flowed into the sewers with the rain that night, and finally washed into the sea...

Ten days passed and still no news.

Bascombe came once to console poor Mertz, but this consolation meant that even he had to give up his search.

"We mobilized so many people, and for ten days, there was no clue..."

He did not continue.

Mertz nodded: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Bascombe."

Bascombe was a little worried when he saw the old man's listless answer. He asked, "What are you going to do in the future, Mr. Mertz?"

Mertz shook his head, his eyes bleary.

Bascombe really sympathized with the old man, because everyone was a Liverpool fan, and he could 100% understand the old man's mood during these ten days.

But what can he do? There's no way he could conjure Mertz's tickets out of thin air, right?

If you can't find it, you can't find it.

Although this reality is cruel, it must be accepted.

Of course he knew that for Mertz, losing his son at Hillsborough Stadium was already a major blow in life, and now even the relics left by his son to them were thrown away... He could imagine that in the long two years For fifteen years, this ticket may have played the role of his son in the old man's mind.

In his previous contact with the old man, he gradually learned the story of this family.

Because of his son's accident, he cut off contact with his son's wife and grandson. Because his daughter-in-law thought that he was going to take his son to watch the game. As a result, the father-in-law was fine, but her husband stayed at the stadium forever. How could she not resent her father-in-law?

She left the home with her children and completely stopped contacting the old man.

Just two years ago, his wife who had been by his side also passed away. Since the death of the child, my wife has been depressed and her health is getting worse day by day.

Now he is actually the only one left in this family. That ticket was like his son to him, and he missed people when he saw it.

But now, this ticket is gone, and he has lost his son again...

Facing this poor old man, Bascombe was helpless. He put his hand on his shoulder and said, "My condolences."

After saying this in a low voice, he stood up and left.

The old man didn't send him out. When Bascombe went out, he looked back. In the dim house, the old man was sitting alone on a dilapidated sofa, motionless, like a marble statue.

Bascombe pursed his lips tightly and finally turned around and left the lifeless house.

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Not long after Bascombe left, Dugar arrived.

He was here to give the old man an update on the situation—even though there was actually no update on the situation.

But every two days, he comes here.

I'm afraid it's not just as simple as telling him the latest situation. The old man is the only one left in the room, and he always feels a little worried.

After all, this old man is alone now. What if he can't bear the blow of losing his tickets and does something stupid?

Always check in to see if he's okay.

Dugar was in front of the house and was surprised to find that the door was not closed. He was stunned for a moment and walked in quickly.

When he saw the old man sitting on the sofa facing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Mertz." He walked in and turned on the light in the living room. There was finally light in the dark room.

Mertz heard Dugar's voice and raised his head to look at him, his eyes vacant.

Seeing him like this, Dugar knew that someone must have come to tell the old man the "truth" that was being circulated outside.

In fact, he also wanted to tell the old man about this. In any case, living in fantasy is not enough. People have to face reality in order to live bravely. So he wanted to tell Mr. Mertz the cruel fact.

But now he has changed his mind.

Because he feels that his principles are only useful to young and middle-aged people, because their lives are still very long, at least ten or twenty years to live. Naturally, we need to face reality and live well.

But the elderly are different. They are already dying. At this age, sometimes false fantasies may be the biggest motivation to support their survival.

Even if you know it's fake, so what?

At this time, does the truth really matter?

So when the words came to my lips, they changed.

"I'm here to tell you good news, Mr. Mertz!" His voice was an octave higher, and of course there was a little trembling in it. After all he was cheating on an old man and it didn't feel good...

Sure enough, when he heard his words, light appeared in the old man's eyes, and his eyes widened a little.

The power of hope is truly great...even if it's just false hope.

Seeing this scene, Dugar sighed in his heart.

"Yes, it's good news. I think... maybe we have some clues about your ticket..."

The light in the old man's eyes grew more and more.

Dugar suddenly wanted to slap himself in the face, because he really wanted to push himself to a dead end, making it difficult for him to get out.

Where does he have any clues? He has no clue at all!

But in order to comfort the old man, he blurted out these words.

He was afraid that the old man would catch him and ask for more details. If he couldn't answer the question, wouldn't he be found guilty? That would probably do more harm to the elderly...

Thinking of this, he quickly said to Mertz: "I am here to inform you of this matter, Mr. Mertz. Now I have to rush over and continue the investigation..."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

He didn't even look back at Mr. Mertz, because he was afraid that after seeing Mr. Mertz's face full of hope because of his lies, he would feel even more guilty.

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When I escaped from Mr. Mertz's house, the lights were already on outside.

Dugar stood on the roadside, looking up at the sky.

He felt as if he had done something wrong and done something cruel.

Where does he have any clues? It's just random talk, and as time goes by, it will always be revealed. He would have to come again in two days, because if he didn't come, I'm afraid Mr. Mertz would be able to guess what happened.

When the time comes, how sad and desperate will Mr. Mertz feel when he finds out that he has been deceived? And is there anyone around him who can comfort him, persuade him and enlighten him? So what stupid thing will he do?

Dugar shuddered, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Although he is an Everton football fan, he fully understands the feelings of a survivor who experienced the Hillsborough tragedy towards that ticket.

You must know that their pain did not stop at the afternoon of April 15, 1989, but continued. As time went by, it became deeper and heavier, and many of them could not breathe. Angry.

Now this small ticket has become his only spiritual sustenance.

Let him have hope, and then let his hope be shattered. This is the cruelest thing for the person involved.

But now it's too late for him to regret. Could he still turn back and say to Mertz: "I'm sorry, you have forgotten what I just said. I was just teasing you! I saw that you were not in the right mood just now, so Just kidding you..."

Of course this won't work.

I was really forced to a dead end! And I fucking forced it on myself!

Dugar stood on the roadside with a grimace on his face.

But he suddenly thought of what he had said to Mr. Mertz when he had just learned that what he had lost was a Hillsborough Stadium ticket.

——Don't worry, Mr. Mertz. I swear I will get this ticket back for you!

Yes, I swore an oath, how could I break my word?

You have to do something, right? Can't we just sit there and wait for death? There are still two days left...

Dugar began to desperately think of ways to at least have a clear conscience.

Human potential is actually endless, but it often cannot be unleashed until desperate situations arise.

Now, Dugar has pushed himself into a corner. So he can also enjoy the benefits of pushing himself into a desperate situation...

Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.

In the early stage, everyone analyzed many possibilities and felt that garbage trucks were the biggest suspect, and garbage treatment plants were also the most likely destination.

They investigated the garbage treatment plant and the garbage truck, but could not find any clues.

But why...hasn't anyone thought of searching along the road from Goodison Park to the waste treatment plant? Maybe there will be some clues, but I can’t say for sure?

Yes, why?

Is it because the workload is too heavy?

do not care!

Although there are only two days left, there is no excuse now!

Since time is limited, I will start looking for it from now on!

Doing what he said, Dugar returned to his car, started, turned, turned around and drove towards Goodison Park.

In this way, an Everton footballer embarked on a journey to find tickets for a Liverpool footballer.

But this has nothing to do with their respective camps. This is a story about one man's commitment to another man. ! .

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