"I have a general understanding of your mental state." Willis sat upright, maintaining a formal professional sense.
Kamsky hesitated and lay on his back, looking at the simple ceiling. The soft paper woman felt unexpectedly reliable.
rA8 whispered in his ear, "Actually, you remember everything, right?"
Willis continued: "Your mental trauma comes from childhood. Although you said that the memory of the past has been blurred, but if you want to get rid of the pain, it is best to find the truth of the past. Only by facing the shadow can you get out of the pain, isn't it?
"
Kamsky put his index finger on Willis's lips, "Shhh - let's enjoy this good night, under the phantom of the dusk red sun, the sea is full of roaring waves, let the wind carry away the fish, revealing the depths
Whale shark.”
Willis asked: "Are you writing poetry? The imagery is quite beautiful."
No, I'm not composing poetry. Kamsky shook his head and said nothing. I was describing the scene he saw in front of him.
Behind the glass curtain wall on the east side of the bedroom is a large ornamental aquarium. In the gap between the khaki curtains, the water light is projected on the ceiling, which is a long and diagonal piece.
He felt bored, and his Nanta was nagging in his ears. His ears had grown in vain for so many years, but what she said was the most reassuring.
Especially now, in the deep cold night, the paper-skinned woman could not iron out the damp wrinkles in his heart. Instead, it stirred up a gray mist that lingered in his chest, causing indescribable suffocation.
Willis raised her head and saw the projection on the ceiling, "Your decoration style is very beautiful, but I personally don't recommend you to stay in this environment for a long time. It's too claustrophobic. It doesn't look like a bedroom at all, but more
picture--"
——Like an atrium.
Kamski smiled and said, "Willis, with you here, everywhere is filled with sunshine."
The paper-skinned woman burst into a flattered smile. She stared lovingly at the father of the androids in front of her. Kamsky greedily accepted this look, "Please forgive me for being a mammal."
…
"Everyone must die."
Kamsky put the snake fruit into his mouth and took a bite. His incisors cut into the spot on the peel and bit it off.
"Cam, have you still not gotten over what happened in the past?" Willis stared at the depressed man beside the bed.
"I'm fine." Kamski mumbled, "The fruit is delicious. It tastes better than I expected. I thought it was rotten."
"If you really came out of the past, why would I appear here?" Willis shook her head, "You know where this place is, and you also know who is really lying here."
Kamski stared at the snow-white wall of the ward, but he just stared at it for a while, and it turned gray and dirty. It was like five or six years passed in an instant, and the hospital bed turned into a simple wire bed.
The woman with a kind face was wrapped in a bandage. The disinfectant and the smell of blood were two demons holding forks. There was a black Bible on the bedside table. The woman pointed at the book and said, "Cam, can you read some to mom?"
Story?"
"Okay mom." Kamski stared at his mother sadly.
At this time, the door was violently pushed open, and a man wearing a black and yellow plaid shirt, a brown leather belt, work jeans, and black riding boots burst in. He was carrying a gray-green wine bottle and
There was a fermented smell, and the air in the ward was filled with the smell of his arrival.
It became extremely scary. The man poured wine into his mouth, and the wine rushed into his fat belly, without even an echo coming out. The man walked towards the hospital bed with chaotic steps, his head tilted sideways, thick
The bloodshot right eye in the depths of his bearded face stared intently at the Kamskis and their son.
The woman whispered: "Read the child quickly, don't raise your head, read the child quickly."
Kamsky was shivering all over. He went to get the Bible in a panic and accidentally broke the vase. White lilies and water spilled on the ground. Like an arrow, the man stretched out his palm with thick black nails.
.
The woman said sternly: "Cam! Turn your back and read! Read, don't look back!"
He grabbed the Bible and opened it in a panic. He walked to the sunny window sill and stared at the words in his eyes.
"God has commanded all these words, saying: I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before me..."
The man took out his belt, and the wine bottle was smashed against the wall by him, bursting into pieces on the ground. He grabbed the woman's neck with his left hand, pulled her out of the warm and fluffy quilt, and threw her to the ground. The woman's back and neck were stained
The shards of glass caught on her, cutting her thin and fluffy skin, and dark red blood flowed out.
“You shall not make for yourselves an idol, or an image of anything in the heaven above, or on the earth on earth, or in the waters under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or serve them, for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God; whoever hates me will
I will punish them for their sin from the fathers to the sons, to the third and fourth generation.”
Kamski trembled as he listened to the sounds of belts lashing behind him, the sound of the man exhaling and gasping, the sound of blood dripping, and the sound of splattering on the walls and cabinets. The woman did not say a word.
"I will show mercy to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments. You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain, for the LORD will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain."
The devil holding the fork was laughing and piercing Elijah Kamsky Carnegie's nose. He felt violent convulsions in his abdominal cavity and almost vomited. His eyes wandered and his voice sounded like someone immersed in water.
The radio was leaking electricity. He hurriedly looked at the handwritten characters on the yellowed book page in his hand. Juanxiu's handwriting almost turned into a twisted vine.
He lowered his head, and there was a dark red puddle between his feet.
“…Honor your father and your mother, that you may live long in the land which the LORD your God gives you.”
The woman was also trembling, her eyes were darkened, but following her son's words, she also chanted: "You shall not murder. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not steal. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. You shall not covet your neighbor's house;
You shall not covet your neighbour's wife, his male servant, his maidservant, his ox or his donkey, or anything that belongs to him..."
Boys and women chorused: "Amen!"
The room suddenly became quiet.
Kamsky put down the Bible in his hand, trembling, and closed his eyes. The sunlight passed through his eyelids and illuminated his retinas with a red glow.
Warmly, she hugged him from behind.
"Cam, you still haven't forgotten the past."
"Nanta, is that you?" Kamski asked sadly: "Am I safe? Nanta? Where were you just now?"
The sunshine was extremely warm. Although he did not open his eyes, he could still feel the heat and brightness of the light. The wind was gentle and gentle, and this was a late spring when all things grew...
The man suddenly grabbed Kamski's hair and threw him to the ground.
The sunlight suddenly escaped from Kamski's eyes and from the depths of his brain, taking the temperature with it. Now he felt extremely cold.
The room became dirtier and older, and I don't know how much time passed. Two years? Or just two weeks?
The man came back, becoming more brutal and arrogant. His eyes were extremely vicious, not only vicious, but also had an ominous predatory color. His cheeks were like the open belly of a pig, covered with a layer of solidified fat.
Light, like a wax sculpture of a person.
He grinned, revealing his shark-like fangs: "Take off your pants."
Kamski bowed his head.
"Take off your fucking pants!"
It's a dark night.
rA8 watched silently. The silent Kamsky took out the bat, smashed the head of the wax figure in front of him, and used the bat to drive him up from behind.
