"Thank you for coming to comfort me, Cam. I'm sorry for letting you see this." McCarthy Dorner said softly.
Kamsky felt that what was happening in front of 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 full of vitality. The sea urchin's spines all shrunk, and the color changed from brown to bluish moon white, like a dark velvet ball.
Looking at the bright sunshine coming through the window.
rA8 stood by the window, gazing at the vast gray-toned city, with his arms folded across his chest, his posture relaxed, his back backlit, and the sharp highlights of his silhouette as if he were a modern fighter in armed garb.
"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 look at me, then I think
It's charity." Her character has not changed. What is hidden in her heart is not an adult polished by dogma, but an arrogant and pure child king.
Kamsky took the snake fruit and stared at a yellow spot on the dark red peel. Everything has flaws, shape, skin, taste, but these can make up for, cover up, and even give birth to a new experience of beauty.
People need tools to accomplish things they cannot do themselves.
Why did McCarthy die? It was ten years ago that they first met. One is now at a high level, and the other is still in the quagmire. Everything has changed, but it seems that nothing has changed. Time brings changes,
McCarthy's death is almost inevitable, Kamsky is growing up.
But Kamski couldn't remember what she died of, what her illness was? He couldn't remember, even if he could memorize the entire work of Shakespeare, he couldn't remember just one page of cases.
He lowered his head and stared at the snake fruit in his hand, his eyes lost in thought.
"Why don't you eat?" a woman asked.
"Cam, eat. You haven't eaten in three days."
"Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap first?"
Kamsky suddenly came to his senses, "What?"
He sat on the north side of the broad long table, and rA8 sat opposite him. In the middle of the table were clusters of flowers and candles. The room was dark, with only the candlelight clear. The face of the woman opposite was blurry, with only half of her cheeks covered with a trace of blood.
A layer of light that was almost molten beeswax was flowing. Kamsky noticed her silver sclera and beautiful and deep irises that were as beautiful as the cut surface of a kiwi fruit. The light scattered in her pupils, blurring out the seven-color haze.
"Nanta, I seem to have forgotten something."
"Have you hidden part of your sad past again?" rA8 put down the knife and fork in his hand, lifted up the napkin and wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that more than once, I forgot a lot of people?"
"I should say, you still remember a few."
"The one just now is very important to me. I don't want to lose her."
"Come on, you always take the initiative to forget people, and then say you don't want to forget them. In the end, even if that person greets you in person, you won't pay attention."
Kamsky sighed sadly, "Huh-Nanta, my Nanta. Memory is like a tide. You want to chase it, but you can never really get close."
rA8 chuckled and left his seat, disappearing into the darkness deep in the room, blending in with the vague post-modernist paintings and decorations there. Only a faint laugh could be heard, "If the memory is too far away, it will become a fantasy."
"Mr. Carnegie, sir, are you okay?"
Kamsky woke up again with a start, lying on a comfortable leather sofa. The woman sitting across the table showed concern, and her aging face had a deep and charming flavor, like, like...
A walnut core, an oily walnut, moist and fragrant.
"Nothing, Mrs. Willis, where were we?"
The woman opposite relaxed and started talking again. Kamsky stared at her lips. She was not applying a solemn red, but a wanton pink color, and a layer of crystal lip glaze, which was shining, like
Leaning over the stream to sip water
The crystal girl's lips. She lowered her head slightly to stare at the file in her hand, and kept whispering. Her lips moved quickly, like the furry muzzle of a eating rodent, and her faint nasal voice seemed to be snoring.
Like purring.
"...Your recent psychological report shows that you do not suffer from dissociative recognition disorder. To be precise, it is your overactive histrionic personality that has led to a series of mental conditions that you have suffered for a long time. You said that you have recently suffered from memory confusion and mental disorder.
If you are unable to concentrate, I recommend you to take some prescription drugs to assist you in sleeping. If the problem still does not subside after a period of time, you can come back to me."
Kamsky slowly stretched out his right hand and handed his finger to his psychological counselor, as if it was a revelation from the Book of Genesis.
Willis looked questioning, "What's wrong, Mr. Carnegie?"
"Mrs. Willis, please help a person who is in pain." Kamski made a sad expression, but his eyes wandered around Willis's wrists and ankles.
Her dry skin has no rough pores, just like a piece of thin bamboo paper that has been dried by the sun. She is a paper-skinned woman, tall and thin, like a long branch that has been cut neatly with a bamboo knife, and there is a smell of cloves and
The fragrance of orchid.
"Are you feeling unwell now?"
"Yes, I feel really uncomfortable. Mrs. Willis, let me tell you the truth. I feel a sincere kindness when I see you. You must be a sincere person who can be trusted. Willis, I feel like I have lost my temper recently.
My conscience was greatly condemned, and I decided to put a charity fund into the society, but there is always a kind of worry in my heart."
Willis' eyes 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 actual problems, but
If you feel psychologically uneasy, you can tell me."
rA8 laughed from Kamsky's earphones, "Cam, I helped you collect information about this woman. To be honest, you still like this kind of eldest sister type girl, but she is already with a boyfriend.
Got along."
Kamsky showed a touching smile to Willis, "Nothing can be changed before the end. I believe that with your help, I will be able to get out of the shadow in my heart. I think we need to change
environment, would you like to talk about something that makes me feel really sad, madam?"
"Your privacy will be protected to the greatest extent here. I have my own professional ethics and will not leak customer information."
"But I don't like the environment here. It makes me feel too uncomfortable." Kamski listened as rA8 read out the file of the woman in front of him bit by bit, especially some key nodes. "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's ear, "Please help me, free me from the pain."
The paper-skinned woman perked up, as if facing the spring breeze.
