The light obscured by the dense leaves penetrates into the blinds to form a blurry light spot, and the extremely bleak rustling of the leaves can be heard.
Irina always wears a black shirt and a white coat. Although she is not fat at all, she still has to wear large-sized shirts for some reasons.
"Such a deep scar cannot be removed with laser surgery. You may want to consider skin grafting."
Irina suggested, stroking her interlocked fingers and thumbs, her eyes slightly dodging.
"No, that gives me a good hint."
"No matter how you use evil and violence to disguise yourself as a madman."
"When his mask is torn off in blood, he is only a mortal body."
Colin couldn't find the ashtray, but when he saw a bottle of almost drunk drink, he turned a finger into a razor, cut off the top half of the plastic bottle, and used it as an ashtray.
He took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his arms, shook one out, lit it and took a deep hiss.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you this time."
"Thank you very much for your fruitless psychological consultations, which made no difference at all."
"But you are very responsible for your work, I think it is still necessary to express my gratitude."
Colin dusted the cigarette ashes into a plastic bottle, and the whole room was filled with smoke.
"You really don't seem to need psychological counseling now."
"Can you tell me what happened? I'm curious."
Irina had never seen anything like this before. She didn't even recognize him when he walked in. He was completely different from the other person.
"You don't want to hear it."
"only……"
"Suddenly I discovered something."
"Do you know why the human eye is better at detecting shadows in green than in other colors?"
Colin took a deep hiss of cigarette.
"I also know something about spectroscopy and genetics. In primitive society, in order to better catch prey in the forest and detect danger, genes that are not highly sensitive to green are being continued.
Was eliminated."
Irina replied calmly.
"You are really smart, Irina."
"Yes."
"These genes have been passed down from ancient times."
"Rage, adrenaline, fighting instinct."
"And fear."
"It's all so wonderful... so wonderful that it touches people's souls and brains."
"Fear produces neurotransmitters in the brain."
"This rich fragrance attracts predators."
"It's like a game of cards. Once someone finds out that your cards are bad, you're out of the game."
Colin took a deep puff of his cigarette and dusted off the ashes.
He put a pair of blood-red round sunglasses on the table and handed them to Irina. This thing seemed to be unable to be destroyed by anything. It contained a power. It must be the man's token. He gave it to her to study and then use it.
Well, this is just a farewell gift.
"I don't understand, what does this have to do with you."
Irina asked.
Colin stood up and threw the cigarette butt into the plastic bottle containing the red drink. The burning cigarette butt was put out with a refreshing hiss.
"In the end, I became what I feared, and that's how I responded to it."
