The place where the wandering warbler lived made Kamsky speechless: it was so bad.
Just by being close to this area, you can feel the atmosphere of poverty, chaos, and filth. Ms. Liu Ying was observing Kamsky's face, and Kamsky's face was always blank.
, but seemed unusually calm.
"Good job brother, you are brave and smarter than those in black suits. As soon as they see where I live, they will find all kinds of reasons to escape. Huh, don't even think about it. We ordinary people have lived like this.
Looks like, isn't it still the fault of those vampires? Where I used to live
It’s much better than here. I’ve lived there for three years. For three whole years, just because I was fired from my job and couldn’t pay next month’s rent, the son-of-a-bitch landlord sent those armed policemen to evict me. Have you seen it?
Their bellies? Bigger than my grandmother who gave birth to triplets.
"This is the American Federation. One second you are drinking Dr. Pepper, and the next second you have to take a kettle to the park to get water. I also lived in a nearby parking lot for a while, and even my legs could not sleep at night.
I couldn’t stretch, so I had to drive to work during the day, and the food I ate were leftovers from a nearby pizza shop, and unopened bread in the trash can..."
A man in a sour green coat came towards me carrying a beer bottle. He grinned and shouted: "Fuck the city! Fuent! And fuck my life! (Fuck!)"
Liuying followed and shouted: "Well said, brother! Damn it!"
They showed a harmonious vitality, like a group, and Kamsky was a little frightened.
Several explosive responses were also heard from the shadows of the surrounding streets, like the howls of a pack of wolves. The expression on Kamsky's face became more and more stunned, and it became particularly cold. Liuying couldn't help but blow.
Whistle: "You must think so too, right?"
"...Yes?"
"Right!" Liuying laughed, pulled Kamsky's head and kissed him deeply. The remaining lipstick on the woman's lips now remained on his cheeks.
Kamski: I feel like throwing up.
Out of his desire to survive, he resisted the intrusion of women, and even resisted the smell of garbage and decay that permeated the surroundings. These smells revealed their brown-black color and mushroom-like shape before his eyes, as well as the sound of friction between sea sand.
When his nose gets used to these putrid smells, he will be able to distinguish something different.
The smell of a mature woman is like a goose-yellow sea urchin, with its fangs and claws splaying. It stings Kamski very much, but he can't help but be attracted to it and is willing to be stung.
The woman lives in a motel, but there is no parking space at all. The parking shed has been transformed into a dining shed. Blue cylindrical trash cans are leaning against the wall one by one, with black garbage bags, piles of dinner plates, and fruit peels.
Paper scraps and leftovers, when the wind blows, the ground becomes white
The paper towels were blowing and swirling, and it also brought a stronger odor. One wall of the hotel was covered with graffiti, which was unexpectedly beautiful. Kamsky noticed that there was the head of Che Guevara, and there was also a man wrapped in a metal chain.
Skeleton head, pale naked woman, with dark sexual things.
A rapid siren sounded half a street away, like the cry of an eagle in the city.
The woman took Kamsky upstairs and walked through the narrow, shabby and dark corridor. She used her mobile phone to illuminate the front. Kamsky looked down at the mud-gray inferior blanket spread on the stairs. When he stepped on it, he could feel it.
If he slipped, he might fall on the stairs at any time and then roll all the way down.
Arrive at room No. 412.
Open the door and turn on the lights. It's as stuffy as an old house from the last century. A bed takes up more than half of the room, and there is a narrower side hall that serves as the kitchen and bathroom. In such a crowded room, there are many things
No less, in Kamsky's eyes, each of these old and stained furniture can be regarded as his elders: some are very silent, and some are very nagging.
Kamsky's synaesthesia is very severe, or very severe, more serious than Lu Zhengkang's. He doesn't need to concentrate to generate inspiration. His inspiration is like a tsunami, and he can be overwhelmed by one accident. Now,
The house screamed at him: "This woman makes love everywhere!"
"What's wrong, bro, sit down and take off your clothes for me."
Kamsky tried hard to find a clean place to stay, but failed. He said dryly: "It's time for me to go."
"There is no hurry, gentleman." Liu Ying removed her makeup in front of the bedside table, revealing a tired and tired face. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. She has a beauty that is out of fashion. If you look closely, she has the charm of a pastoral girl.
This actually reassured Kamski a little.
"McCarthy Dorner, buddy." The woman suddenly spoke with a southern accent and stretched out her hand. Her eyes were shining brightly in the dimly lit room.
"Elijah Kamski Carnegie."
"Oh, you have a middle name. That's unusual."
"Named by my grandmother. I have to go. Really, I have to go back and do experiments..."
"Experiment? Wow, you also know science? I really can't tell that you, a maintenance worker, also know science. I only went to high school and originally planned to go to community college, but I don't like to stay in a small city..." She
It can be said that as the night gets darker and darker, her conversation becomes more and more interesting.
Kamsky felt like he was suffocating. The yellowish sea urchin pierced him and he was bleeding, which was very painful.
The woman suddenly stopped talking, pulled off his coat, and walked silently into the kitchen and bathroom nearby. The light inside was brighter than the bedroom, and there was also a slight scent of shower gel.
Kamsky looked at the side face of McCarthy, a plump country girl, and when she frowned, she looked like an ordinary housewife.
The sea urchin retracted its sting and turned it into a fluffy ball. Kamski smiled at it. The woman turned away to look at him, and he hurriedly withdrew his smile.
"Brother, you have a warm smile."
"Thanks."
"It's me thanking you. In this cold city, it's rare to see a simple person like you. Do you want to stay tonight?"
"No, no, no -"
"Then leave a phone number? I will miss you."
"..."
"Really, I quite like people like you. I am honest and honest. The key is not to discriminate against people like me. If it were possible, it would have been better for me to have met you two months earlier."
"Well -" Kamski hesitated.
McCarthy washed the clothes and put them in a cracked small dryer.
"Can you wait for half an hour?"
"All right."
McCarthy was lying on the soft bed in her unruly clothes. The light from her cell phone blurred her face into a piece of white gauze. Kamski turned his back and refused to look at her until the sea urchin pierced him in the back again.