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"I have a general understanding of your mental state." Willis sat upright, maintaining a formulaic sense of professionalism.

Kamsky stunned, lying on his back, looking at the simple ceiling, the soft paper woman has an unexpected sense of reliability.

rA8 whispered in his ear, "Actually you remember everything, don't you?"

Willis continued: "Your trauma comes from childhood. Although you said that your memory of the past is blurred, it is best to find the truth of the past if you want to get rid of the pain. Only by facing the shadows can you get out of the pain, right? "

Kamsky put his index finger on Willis’s lips, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh-let us enjoy this good night, under the phantom of the afterglow of the red sun, the sea is full of raging waves, let the wind take away the fish, revealing the deep Whale shark."

Willis asked: "Are you writing a poem? The imagery is pretty beautiful."

No, I am not writing poetry. Kamsky shook his head and said nothing. I'm explaining the scene before me.

Behind the glass curtain wall on the east side of the bedroom is a large ornamental aquarium. In the gap of the khaki curtains, the water is projected on the ceiling, which is a diagonally long piece.

He felt boring, his Nanta whispering in his ears, the ears had been white for so many years, what she said was the most reassuring.

Especially now, in the deep cold night, the paper-skinned woman can't smooth the damp folds in his heart. Instead, a gray mist was stirred up, lingering in his chest, unspeakably choking.

Willis raised her head and saw the projection on the ceiling. "Your decoration style is very beautiful, but I personally don't recommend that you stay in this environment for a long time. It's too claustrophobic. It's not like a bedroom. Like—"

——Like an atrium.

Kamsky laughed, "Willis, there is sunshine everywhere with you."

The paper-skinned woman burst into a flattered smile. She gazed lovingly at the father of the bionic man in front of her. Kamsky greedily accepted this look, "Please forgive a mammal."

...

"People are always mortal."

Kamsky put the snake fruit in his mouth and gnawed, and the front teeth cut into the spot on the peel and bit it off.

"Cam, haven't you come out of the past?" Willis stared at the depressed man by the bed.

"I'm fine." Kamsky mumbled. "The fruit is delicious. It's better than I thought. I thought it was rotten."

"If you really walked out of the past, why would I be here?" Willis shook her head, "You know where this is, and you know who is really lying here."

Kamsky stared at the wall of the ward, the white wall, but he just looked at it for a while, and it became gray and yellow and dirty, just like five or six years have passed in an instant, and the hospital bed has become a simple wire bed. The kind-faced woman was wrapped in a bandage. The disinfectant and the smell of blood were two demons carrying forks. There was a black Bible on the bedside table. The woman pointed to the book and said, "Cam, can you read some to mom Story?"

"Good mother." Kamsky stared sadly at his mother.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open roughly. He was wearing a black and yellow checked shirt, a brown leather belt, overalls, jeans, and black riding boots. The man broke in. He was carrying a gray-green wine bottle on his body. There was a smell of fermentation, and the air in the ward became extremely terrible because of his arrival. The man poured wine into his mouth, and the wine rushed into his fat, applauding belly, and there was no echo. The man hurriedly walked towards the hospital bed with chaotic steps, his head tilted sideways, his bloodshot right eye in the depths of his bushy beard staring at the Kamsky mother and son.

The woman whispered: "Read the child quickly, don't look up, read it quickly."

Kamsky was cold all over. He trembled. He went to take the Bible in a panic and accidentally broke the vase. White lilies and water were spilled on the ground, like an arrow, and the man stretched out his black fingernail palm. .

The woman said sharply: "Cam! Turn your back and read it! Read it, don't turn your head back!"

He grabbed the "Bible", opened it in a panic, and walked to the sunny window sill, staring at the words under his eyes.

"God commands all of the following, saying: I am the Lord your God, who once brought you out of the land of Egypt and from the house of slavery. You must have no other gods besides me..."

The man pulled out his belt, and the wine bottle was smashed on the wall by him, bursting into scum on the ground. He pinched the woman's neck with his left hand, pulled her out of the warm and fluffy bedding, and threw her on the ground. The woman's back and neck were touched. The shards of glass cut through her thin and fluffy skin, and dark red blood flowed out.

"You must not be an idol for yourself, nor an image of everything in the sky, the earth, or the water below the earth. You must not bow down to them, or serve them, because I, the Lord your God, is a jealous god; he who hates me, I will pursue their sins, from father to son, to three or four generations."

Kamsky trembled and listened to the sound of belt lashing behind him, the sound of men breathing and gasping, the sound of blood dripping, and the sound of splashing on the walls and cabinets. The woman did not say a word.

"I will show mercy to those who love me and keep my commandments for thousands of generations. Do not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, because the LORD will not make him innocent if you use the name of the LORD in vain."

The demon holding the fork was laughing and poking Elijah Kamsky Carnegie’s nasal cavity. He felt violent convulsions in his abdominal cavity and almost vomited. His eyes wandered and his voice was like being immersed in water. The radio leaked electricity. He hurriedly looked at the handwritten characters on the yellowed pages of the book in his hand, and the graceful handwriting almost turned into a twisted look like vines.

He bowed his head, and there were dark red depressions between his feet.

"...Honor your parents, so that you can live a long life in the land that the Lord, your God has given you."

The woman was trembling too, and there was darkness in front of her eyes, but following her son's words, she also chanted: "Don't murder. Don't commit adultery. Don't steal ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't give false evidence to frame your neighbor. Don't be greedy. Love your neighbor’s house; don’t love your neighbor’s wife, maidservant, bull or donkey, and anything about him..."

The boy and the woman said in unison: "!"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Kamsky put down the "Bible" in his hand, trembling, closed his eyes, and the sunlight passed through his eyelids, sending a red on his retina.

She hugged him warmly from behind.

"Cam, you still haven't forgotten the past."

"Nanta, is that you?" Kamsky asked sadly: "Am I safe? Nanta? Where were you just now?"

The sun was so warm. Although he didn't open his eyes, he could feel the heat and brightness of the light. Huifeng and Chang, this is a late spring when everything grows...

The man yanked Kamsky by the hair and smashed him to the ground.

The sunlight suddenly escaped from Kamsky's eyeballs, escaped from the depths of his brain, and took the temperature away. Now he felt extremely cold.

The room has become more filthy and stale, and the time has passed for some time, two years? Or two weeks?

The man came back and became more and more savage. His gaze was very vicious, not only vicious, but also with an unknown color of predation. His cheeks were like the abdomen of an open pig, wrapped in a layer of solidified grease. Light, like a wax sculpture.

He grinned, revealing shark-like fangs: "Take off your pants."

Kamsky looked down.

"Take off your **** pants!"

This is a dark night.

rA8 watched silently, the silent Kamsky took out the bat, smashed the wax head in front of him, and put him behind him with the bat.

"Go to hell, disgusting thing!"

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