Walking along the path in the southern district to the house, Goofy gained nearly 2,000 Admiration points within half an hour. When he reached the door, the Admiration points backstage gradually stopped increasing.

Goofy's home in the Marvel World is a small apartment located in an old residential building behind Macy's Department Store. The apartment is about 60 square meters and has one living room, one bathroom, and two bedrooms. The kitchen is attached to the living room in an open manner.

This apartment is owned by Goofy's mother, Lucy. The innocent and reckless Lucy gave birth to Goofy when she was 18 years old, the result of a romance with an unnamed man. When Goofy was five years old, Lucy tragically died of an alcohol overdose.

After his mother's death, Goofy's uncle Frank moved in to be his guardian, but the main reason for this uncle's move was the two-bedroom, one-bedroom apartment that Lucy left behind.

Frank is a native of Brooklyn. He dropped out of high school after a year and a half and entered society. At the age of thirty-seven, Frank deliberately injured his left hand with a lathe in a steel workshop. This act led to a substantial payout from his old employer, the insurance company, and the local trade union. Additionally, he obtained eligibility for subsidy benefits from the government. Thanks to this "accident," he never worked again.

Frank is addicted to alcohol and goes out at night. In recent years, he simply hangs around in major liquor stores and drinks all night. During the day, he finds a sunny plaza bench and sleeps, so Goofy has not seen him for nearly a month. This is an old guy.

But when he got home today, Frank was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV uncharacteristically.

Goofy thought it would take some time before he could see this rambunctious uncle, but he didn't expect to meet him so soon.

However, according to Frank's character, he will soon disappear from the world. With the amount of alcohol he drinks every day, it would not be a surprise if he suddenly drank to death and flew high outside.

"Oh, you're back, my good boy." Frank turned his head to look at Goofy, who came in through the door, and said it drunkenly. There are several bottles of hard liquor on the coffee table, and the old guy never leaves his body at night.

"Hi, Frank." Goofy nodded dumbly, then walked straight to his room.

"Have you found a job?"

Frank picked up the bottle and took another sip. "I guess you still have no clue, right? It doesn't matter; this is the way of the dog. The country shouts freedom, democracy, and equality, and as a result, citizens can't find even the most basic job."

"That's because you don't plan to find a job at all. You think that receiving subsidies and cheating are enough for you to live your whole life." Goofy couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, it's not because I don't want to work; it's because I yearn for freedom!" Frank plausibly said, "I don't want to hang around in the company and be yelled at by some shit-filled guys; I'm a dignified person."

Saying that he held up the wine bottle in his hand and said, "Respect freedom and dignity!"

Goofy shook his head slightly, obviously disapproving of his remarks.

Seeing Goofy's face full of denial, Frank put down the bottle and said, "Hey, boy, I know what you're thinking. You think your uncle is not aggressive in society, right?"

Goofy spread his hands: "I didn't say that."

Frank became a little excited: "But that's what you mean; your thoughts are already written on your face, but you have to understand that I have also struggled, and today's free life is also achieved by my efforts."

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Speaking of which, Frank stretched out his left hand with only three fingers and shook it in front of Goofy. "See? This is my effort; this is my sacrifice; if it weren't for my brave dedication to myself, you wouldn't have a father. Mother's boy starved to death on the streets of Brooklyn!"

"Okay, I admit your contribution." Goofy didn't bother to argue with Frank, who was already seven points drunk, and perfunctoryly approved his heresy and went back to the room.

He also had to quickly figure out how to kill himself quickly and effectively.

You can't go to the intersection of death anymore. It seems that being hit by a car is not so easy, especially in a place where people come and go, and the Admiration value is obtained too quickly.

The best solution is to find a sparsely populated place and act bravely and quietly.

But what is there worth doing in a sparsely populated place?

Goofy used his brain quickly and then quickly found the answer.

A small supermarket is two blocks away.

The owner of the supermarket is an old aunt who has opened a supermarket here for four or five years. However, because the aunt is an immigrant, she is not familiar with the place here, and she has no son or only daughter, so she is inevitably bullied.

Every night, someone would go to Auntie's supermarket to scavenge for some oil and water. Auntie couldn't bear it, but this was the only way to make a living. To support her family, she could only bear the burden of humiliation.

In this era of Brooklyn, the immigrants are living in dire straits.

Goofy made up his mind, got out of bed, put on his coat, and went straight to the small supermarket.

Because this area is too close to the black district of East Fulaibash, Therefore, there are very few pedestrians on the street at night, and most of the shops on the street also close early, and only a few restaurants are still lit up.

Goofy wore a hoodie with his hands in his pockets and walked to places where there were no lights and no one around. He knew that Brooklyn was full of filth at night and that there were a lot of lawbreakers.

He hoped that he would run into some gangsters with guns who did bad things, have another impassioned heroic sacrifice, and then everything would be fine, and he would return to the real world.

But things didn't work out. It turned out that public security in Brooklyn was not as bad as he imagined. When he walked to the "lucky" small supermarket opened by the old aunt, he met two people with heavy makeup who made various hints to him. Nothing but women.

After all, this is New York, not Gotham.

She looked at her watch; it was five past ten o'clock in the evening.

The timing is not bad; it would be better if it were later.

Goofy pushed the door into the supermarket, and a prompt sound automatically sounded at the door of the supermarket—"!"

Taking a glance, there were no other customers in the supermarket except the aunt, who was quietly knitting a sweater behind the checkout counter.

All is well.

Goofy was somewhat disappointed and simply wandered between the shelves. He stood in the snack area and the daily necessities area for a while, but his eyes were always on the window, waiting for the criminals who came to rob.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Thirty minutes passed.

The small supermarket has never been harassed by bad guys.

Until the thirty-third minute, the aunt who knitted the sweater behind the cashier couldn't help coughing and said to Goofy in pure English, "Don't wait, young man, my girl is going to dance today, she won't come..."