Break Through the Steam Game Library

Kamsky couldn't help being stunned where the Orioles lived: it was horrible.

Just being close to this area can feel the poverty, chaos, and dirty atmosphere that blows over your face. Ms. Liuying was observing Kamsky's face, and Kamsky's face had always been dumbfounded, but it seemed unusually calm.

"Good-natured brother, you have the courage, you are more kind than those black suits. When they see where I live, they will find all kinds of reasons to flee, hum, and don't want to think about it, we ordinary people live like this Looks like, isn’t it the fault of the vampires? I lived in a much better place than here. I lived for three years. For three whole years, it was only because I was fired by the company and couldn’t pay next month’s rent, that bitch. The landlord sent me the police with guns to drive me out. Have you seen their belly? It is bigger than the belly of my grandmother who gave birth to triplets.

"This is the United States. You were drinking Dr. Pepper for the first second, and the next second you had to take the kettle to the park to fetch water. I also lived in a nearby parking lot for a while, sleeping with my legs at night. I can’t stretch it out. I have to drive to work during the day. What I eat is leftovers from a nearby pizzeria, and there are unopened bread in the trash can..."

A man in a sour and smelly green coat came up with a beer bottle, and he shouted: "Fuckthecity! Fuckthegovernment! Andfuckmylife! (Fuck!

The Orioles followed and shouted: "Well said, brother! Fuck!"

They showed a harmonious vitality, just like a group of others, Kamsky was a little frightened.

In the shadows of the surrounding streets, there were several explosive responses, like howlings in response from wolves. The expression on Kamsky's face became more and more stunned. When he appeared to be extremely cold, Liu Ying couldn't help but blow. A whistle: "You must think so too?"

"...Yes?"

"Right!" The Oriole laughed, pulled Kamsky's head, and kissed him in a big way. The remaining lipstick on the woman's lips was now on his cheek.

Kamsky: I want to vomit.

Out of the desire to survive, he resisted the intrusion of women, and even the smell of **** and corruption that permeated the surroundings. These smells revealed brown-black colors and mushroom-like shapes in front of him, as well as the sound of sea sand rubbing. When his nose gets used to these corrupt smells, he can tell something different.

The taste of a mature woman was like a goose-yellow sea urchin, spreading her teeth and dancing, making Kamsky very painful, but she couldn't help being a little attracted and willing to be stung.

A woman lives in a motor hotel, but there is no parking place here. The parking shed has been transformed into a dining shed. The blue cylindrical trash cans are leaning against the wall one by one, black garbage bags, piled up with dinner plates and peels. There are still leftovers from the confetti. The wind blows the white paper towels on the ground and swirls them, which also brings a stronger smell. One wall of the hotel was sprayed with graffiti, which was unexpectedly beautiful. Kamsky noticed Che Guevara’s head, a skull wrapped in a metal chain, a pale naked woman, and a dark sex.

There was a rush of police sirens from half of the street, like a hawk in the city.

The woman took Kamsky upstairs and passed through the narrow, shabby, dark corridor. She used her mobile phone to light up and walked in front. Kamsky looked down at the mud-grey inferior blanket spread on the stairs. Slipping, it is possible for him to fall on the stairs at any time, and then roll all the way down.

In the room, number 412.

Open the door and turn on the lights. It is as stuffy as an old house in the last century. A bed occupies more than half of the room, and there is a narrower side hall that serves as a kitchen and bathroom. In such a crowded room, there is not a lot of stuff at all. In Kamsky's eyes, all of these old stained furniture can be his elders: some are silent, some are nagging.

Kamsky's synesthesia is very powerful, or rather serious, worse than Lu Zhengkang's. He does not need to concentrate to generate inspiration. His inspiration is like a tsunami, and one accident can drown him. Now, the house is yelling at him: "Thiswomanmakesloveeverywhere!"

"What's the matter, man, sit down and take off your clothes for me."

Kamsky tried hard to find a clean place to stay, but failed. He said dryly, "I should go."

"Don't worry about this time, gentleman." Liu Ying removes her makeup in front of the bedside table, revealing a languid and tired face. She is not beautiful, nor ugly. It belongs to the beauty that is out of fashion, and there is a pastoral girl's charm. This made Kamsky a little relieved.

"Macarthy Donner, buddy." The woman suddenly took out a southern accent and stretched out her hand, her eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room.

"Elia Kamsky Carnegie."

"Oh, you have a middle name. It's unusual."

"My grandmother's name. I have to go. Really, I have to go back and do experiments..."

"Experiment? Wow, do you still know science? I really can’t see it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You know science as a maintenance worker. I only went to high school, and I planned to go to community college, but I don’t like staying any longer. Small city..." She can say very well, as the night gets thicker, her conversational **** gets more and more full.

Kamsky felt suffocated. The goose-yellow sea urchin pierced him. He was bleeding and painful.

The woman stopped her mouth suddenly, tore off his coat, and silently walked into the kitchen and bathroom on the side. The light inside was brighter than the bedroom, and it also smelled of shower gel.

Kamsky looked at McCarthy's profile, the meaty country girl, when she frowned, like an ordinary housewife.

The sea urchin retracted the spines and turned into a furry ball, and Kamsky smiled at it. When the woman turned her head to look at him, he hurriedly withdrew his smile.

"Man, you smile warmly."

"Thank you."

"It's me thank you. In this low temperature city, you rarely see a simple person like you. Will you stay tonight?"

"No, no more—"

"Then leave a call? I will miss you."

"..."

"Really, I like people like you. Honestly, the key is not to discriminate against people like me. If possible, it would be nice for me to meet you two months earlier."

"Well—" Kamsky paused.

McCarthy washed the clothes and put them in a small cracked dryer.

"Wait for half an hour, can you?"

"Ok."

McCarthy lay on the soft big bed with unbridled clothes. The light from the mobile phone turned her face into a white gauze. Kamsky turned his back and did not look at her until the sea urchin pierced him again behind his back.

Continuous gunfire sounded half a block away.