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"People are always mortal."

"Thank you for comforting me, Cam. I regret to show you this way." McCarthy Donner said slightly.

Kamsky felt that what was happening before him was not real, and he suspected that he had fallen into an illusion again, or that life itself was an illusion.

McCarthy’s cheeks were sunken inward, no longer the kind of very energetic and full appearance. The thorns of the sea urchin were all shrunk, and the color changed from brownish yellow to blue moon white, like a dull velvet ball. Helang sunlight comes through the window.

rA8 stands by the window, gazing at the vast gray city, with his arms folded, his posture is relaxed, his back is backlit, and the sharp outline of the bright part seems to be a modern fighter dressed in arms.

"Is that your wife?" McCarthy whimpered, turned his head, picked up a snake fruit from the fruit basket on the bedside table and handed it to Kamsky, "Come on, don't just sit and watch me, then I think She is giving alms." Her character still remains the same. What is hidden in her heart is not an adult who has been smoothed by dogma, but an arrogant and pure child king.

Kamsky took the snake fruit and stared at a yellow spot on the crimson peel. Everything has shortcomings, shape, skin, and taste, but these can make up for, cover up, and even regenerate the defects to give birth to a new beautiful experience.

People need tools to accomplish things they cannot do.

Why did McCarthy die? It has been ten years since they first met. One is now on top, the other is still in the quagmire, everything has changed, and nothing seems to have changed. Time brings changes, McCarthy's death is almost inevitable, and Kamsky is growing.

But Kamsky did not remember why she died, what was her illness? He can't remember, even if he can memorize a full set of Shakespeare's works, he can't remember a short page of cases.

He lowered his head, staring at the snake fruit on his hand, his eyes stunned.

"Why don't you eat it?" a woman asked.

"Cam, eat. You haven't eaten for three days."

"Sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep first?"

Kamsky turned back abruptly, "What?"

He was sitting on the north side of the wide long table, and rA8 was sitting opposite him. There were clusters of flowers and candles in the middle of the table. The room was dim, only the candlelight was clear. The face of the woman on the opposite side was blurry. Only half of her cheek was covered with a layer of almost melted beeswax light flowing. Kamsky noticed her bright silver sclera and a beautiful and deep iris like a kiwi fruit cut surface. The light was in her pupils. Scattered, dizzy the seven-colored Xia ring.

"Nanta, I seem to have forgotten something."

"Hid your sad past partly hidden again?" rA8 put down the knife and fork in his hand, lifted the napkin and wiped the sauce at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems more than once, have I forgotten many people?"

"It should be said, you still remember a few."

"That one is very important to me, I don't want to lose her."

"Come on, you will always take the initiative to forget people, and then say that you don't want to forget. In the end, even if the person greets you face to face, you will not pay attention."

Kamsky sighed sadly, "Call-Nanta, my Nanta. The memory seems to be flashing, you want to chase, but you can never really get close."

rA8 chuckled and left the seat, immersed in the darkness deep in the room, and mixed with the faint post-modernist paintings and decorations there. Only the faint laughter came, "If the memory is too far away, it becomes a fantasy."

"Mr. Carnegie, sir, how are you doing?"

Kamsky woke up again, lying on a comfortable leather sofa. The woman sitting across the table showed a concerned look, her aging face had a deep and charming smell, like, like...a walnut pit, oily walnut, moist and fragrant.

"Nothing, Mrs. Willis, where are we talking?"

The woman on the opposite side relaxed and began to talk again. Kamsky stared at her lips. What she applied was not a solemn red, but a presumptuous purple color, and a layer of crystal lip glaze, glowing like The lips of a girl who leaned over in the stream and sipped the crystal. She slightly lowered her head to stare at the file in her hand, and kept talking quietly, her lips moved quickly, as if it were the furry muzzle of a rodent eating, and her faint nasal sound, as if snoring.

"... Your recent psychological report shows that you are not suffering from dissociative recognition disorder. To be precise, your acting personality is too active, which has led to a series of mental conditions for a long time. You report that you have recently suffered from memory confusion and mental disorders. If you don’t concentrate, I recommend that you take some prescription drugs to help you sleep. If the situation does not resolve after a period of time, you can come to me again."

Kamsky slowly stretched out his right hand and handed his fingers to his counselor, as if it were a revelation from Genesis.

Willis showed a questioning look, "What's wrong with Mr. Carnegie?"

"Mrs. Willis, please help someone who is tortured by pain." Kamsky made a sad expression, but his eyes wandered around Willis's wrists and ankles.

Her dry skin does not have rough pores, just like a sheet of thin bamboo paper that has been dried and dried, a paper-skinned woman, tall and thin, like a long branch that has been trimmed by a stick knife, and a strand of cloves and The aroma of orchid.

"Are you feeling unwell now?"

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm really uncomfortable. Mrs. Willis, tell you the truth, I have a sincere kindness when I see you. You must be a sincere person who can trust you. Willie Silk, I have recently felt that my conscience has been greatly condemned. I decided to invest a charity fund into the society, but there is always a worry in my heart."

Willis’ gaze softened, “Oh, you have a kind heart and a smart and wise brain. Entrepreneurs like you are what this society really needs. Although I can’t help you solve practical problems, If you are psychologically disturbed, you can tell me."

rA8 laughed in Kamsky’s headset, “Kam, I’ve collected information about this woman for you. To be honest, you still like this kind of elder sister girl, but the other party is already with a boyfriend. Get along."

Kamsky smiled moved to Willis, "Nothing can't be changed before it is over. I believe that with your help, I will be able to get out of the shadow of my heart. I think we need to change another one. Environment, talk about something that makes me feel sad, is it convenient for you, ma'am?"

"Your privacy will also be protected to the utmost here. I have my own professional ethics and will not disclose customer information."

"But I don't like the environment here, it makes me feel so uncomfortable." Kamsky listened to rA8 and read out the files of the woman in front of him, especially some key points, "I have a private estate where I can play. Golf, I like to talk while playing sports, what do you think?"

Seven hours later, Kamsky whispered in Willis' ear, "Please help me, free me from pain."

The paper-skinned woman trembled, as if facing the spring breeze.

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