Of course, he is behind all this. San Diego or Los Angeles, what does it matter
Really, why is it so important. His voice is still very soft, but it still has a slight accent. He has hypnotic power, has full control in action and language, he knows how to command, and he just said a few words of choice. Whether it's a formal dinner, a walk along a busy boulevard, or a meeting in a morgue, you have to realize that your mind never cares about your surroundings. It seems that this path is a little off track, and what's worse is that the "other" path you looked at is now parallel to the understanding that you can't look back, just pull it away. This is the safest one.
In all possible situations, others saw him and realized that a great fear was growing; a fear that he almost completely controlled. So they kept quiet like dead mice in the frozen cellar, believing that "how could it be harmful if they didn't see it". There is little concern about seeing or even believing here, but he should control their fears-these fears have evolved, being tied to haggard and wandering ZìYóu.
So what can they get? Withering in fear, knowing that one day they will die, knowing what drives them to go further, desperately avoiding the inevitable death attack, no matter how to maintain the survival of their surface world, pray mercilessly, for sacrifice
There is nothing more meaningful than now. When he approached, a bag of worn leather was slung on his arm. There was no sign of obstruction from the surrounding environment. He just stepped over the two corpses and could not stand for a while. Three feet, standing upright as calmly as before, handed me the bag without comment.
Lifting my left arm, bloody to the tip of my finger, picked up the schoolbag without saying a word, our eyes never parted. He is a little different. Is it because of that suit? But he also wore white sè before. In fact, he always wears the same suit every time we meet, but this one is differently tailored. More fashionable. modern. If anything happened to him, he was younger. Although it is almost impossible to determine his age, because there are no wrinkles on his hands except for the small cross under his eyes. The way time disappeared, it was considered unusual to be absorbed in front of him.
There are also no age spots, limp, slowly torturing age. But his short white hair and deep black beard neither showed signs of this person's life, nor did it show why the two people have such a contrast in appearance. Of course, their hair and beard are all peppers, but there has never been a man like them. It's as if they were DúLì's... separated.
Thinking back to our meeting again, whether it was three or four times, do we have a chance, or more? Few people can manage what we accomplish in these "dates", which makes my mind staggered because of the date, time, place, content of the conversation, and the object of the conversation. Are we here together or are there others? So what about our achievements
Did he sell the copyright? Am I fooled? He is quite cunning, to say the least, he is very good at indulging others, and probably just to get me on the boat... just to take what he wants from my head, just like you take from a tree Apples, don’t want them to fall, but don’t want them too early, because they don’t have time to mature.
This is a ridiculous idea. Being ridiculous, lack of water, dehydration and rest are everything. He is not here, like I am in Los Angeles, not San Diego. If he is not here, those bullets are not here... This building is not here. but...
Staring deeply at the blue eyes behind the golden mask. It is impossible to know what happened behind all these dissatisfaction, because something happened in his life; what else formed this dissatisfaction
Those stripped Gestapo were caught and forced a woman, they poured boiling water on her back, smiling, they didn't want to ruin her front. Three others were waiting for their turn, but Ukrainian militants killed them while they were standing outside the farmhouse smoking a cigarette, and the woman’s husband had his ears cut off, and his scalp was bleeding on his knees. , Sitting on the muddy ground three feet away, a pool of animal dung and deep Bordeaux wine mixed in it, his severed fingers scattered around. A few chicks clucked. Except for the woman's laughter and screaming, the whole scene is still fresh in memory. Without human intervention, the scene would have been picturesque.
We are not much better.
When Ukrainian patrolmen witnessed this terrible scene, you can feel the air around them cracking. They saw that what the Nazis left from their village was not bad enough, because three of them came from the village we passed by two days ago. At this moment, they knew that the devil walked fearlessly above or below heaven. God must have abandoned them, and finally opened this harbor that once prevented such evil.
At these times, people only think of God. insist. They are afraid that they will fall into ruthless pain. Maybe this is the reason for angering God. They did not take good care of their brothers and sisters, they were more interested in themselves. Now, here, they are just worth it.
Three Germans fell. Two survived. They will become new products. Their blood will wash away everyone else, and Ukrainians want every drop of blood.
When they bleed, the husband died. The woman took out a razor from the hut used to cut the animal’s throat, and before the blade was taken away, did the same to a screaming Gestapo. In this case, she was still able to reach her compatriot’s Revolver, shot the second person in the head, and did the same thing to herself, leaving us only her pale and broken body that fell in the muddy world she lived in, that scene The echo disappeared along the shallowly curved low hills, and their small farm disappeared.
It would be nice if this damn morgue and all the corpses in it could slip by, but there was no time. The Russians broke the siege of Stalingrad. All German resources were ordered to keep their positions and not retreat, and with the surrender of the Nazis, hell flocked to Berlin. Those who suffer will get the reward they deserve.
My heart fell between the two, hoping more than asking, because the love of both became extreme. War has never been so close to human beings, one can approach, let alone hope that the safe and addictive touch provides, become almost intolerable, proving that slaughter is above life. This kind of hatred and jealousy rules everything, because only with failure and success can human beings become champions. In some form, either conquer the other party or conquer ourselves. In any case, war will always break out somewhere.
Report from an eyewitness:
Green is her favorite face, and she believes that this outfit is perfect. She was asked to wrap it in kraft paper. After an errand of no more than an hour, she would go to pick up the package. The store easily agreed to her request, saying that the skirt could be held, and she only had to show the receipt.
Thanks to them, she immediately found a waiting taxi right in front of the store, walked in and told the diver's address, and leaned back in a comfortable seat. The afternoon sun warmed her, and she knew what it would be like tonight surprise.
Although she deliberately ignored this, she still told herself: This was not the right time at all, it was always a quarrel between them. Or maybe not.
What she wants to say is... Well, frankly, it sounds... It is clear that most people, although not all of them are so well-informed, may be seen as contradictory , But the simple fact is that none of these are true.
Before dissatisfaction takes over all tolerance, let her explain, because in a very short time, she will be murdered.
Due to the accidental existence of xìng, she met a colleague at a business dinner. She believed that this woman had no important value other than her wealth of knowledge, because she herself found this book very attractive and could not bear to put it down until In the middle of the night, after three o'clock, everything was still, and death itself quietly swept across her dull imaginary landscape, until she began to read.
So their conversation started like this, and other people’s conversations were only for important things, not for business matters. They didn’t care at all. Once they slipped into a corner of the reserved restaurant. It was quickly forgotten by people.
The two of them were sitting there now, full of confidence and not worried. She began to tell the story of herself hidden between the shadows of Yin. This woman was wearing a green dress. She is now wearing it proudly. She is from a special tailor. There are three buttons collected there, and the design is perfect. She feels that this is the same as the feeling of other people raising their eyes. Her admission is very domineering, especially the male colleague. How smart she looks, like the people in the office. How different,.
""For that pack of cigarettes, I am very happy to leave here. madman. There is not a single brain among so many people. Liars can’t believe others, but I have to tell you the book I’m reading
"But, your husband, isn't the man on the right smoking a cigar?"
I thought you wanted to talk about it
Of course I know, honey, but seriously, are you sure you can do it? You look a bit...
""What... What's a little bit
""Tired, dear. Champagne and wine. your eyes..
""Leave that alone. listen. I don't read much. When I passed by Burton Bookstore in Wilshere and Wayne, I found this book. I would not have noticed, unless something made me turn around and look into the window, it was there, half covered by other books. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)