Chapter 730

The place where the warbler lives, let Kamsky can't help speechless: rotten enough.

Just close to this area, you can feel the poverty, chaos and dirty atmosphere. Ms. Liuying is observing Kamsky's face, but Kamsky's face is always in a daze, looking unusually calm.

"Good brother, you have courage. You are more powerful than those black suits. As soon as they see where I live, they will find all kinds of reasons to escape. Hum, don't you think it's the fault of those vampires that we ordinary people live like this? I used to live in a much better place than here. I lived here for three years. For three years, just because I was fired by the company and couldn't pay the rent for next month, that son of a bitch landlord sent those armed police to drive me out. Have you seen their stomachs? It's bigger than my grandmother who gave birth to triplets.

"This is the United States. One second you're still drinking Dr. Pepper, the next you have to take a kettle to the park to get water. I also lived in a nearby parking lot for a while. I couldn't even stretch my legs at night, and I had to drive to work during the day. I ate leftovers from a nearby pizza shop and unopened bread in the garbage can... "

A man in a sour green coat came up with a beer bottle. He grinned and yelled, "fuckthe city! Fuckthe government! And fuckmylife!"

Liuying then cried out: "well said, brother! Damn it

They showed a harmonious vitality, just like a group, Kamsky was a little frightened.

In the shadow of the surrounding streets, there were several explosive responses, just like the howling of wolves. Kamsky's face became more and more stunned, and now he was very cold. The warbler could not help whistling: "you must think so, too?"

“…… Yes?

"right!" the warbler laughs, pulls Kamsky's head and gives him a big kiss. All the remaining lipstick on the woman's lips is left on his cheek.

Kamsky: I feel like vomiting.

Out of the desire for survival, he resisted the intrusion of women, and even more, he resisted the smell of garbage around him, which showed the brown color, mushroom like shape, and the sound of sea sand rubbing in front of his eyes. When his nose gets used to the smell of corruption, he can tell something different.

The taste of a mature woman is like a goose yellow sea urchin. It stings Kamsky, but it can't help being attracted and willing to be stabbed.

Women live in motels, but there is no parking space at all. The parking shed has been transformed into a dining shed. The blue cylindrical trash cans are leaning against the wall one by one, and the black garbage bags are piled full of plates, peels, paper scraps and leftovers. When the wind blows, the white paper towels on the ground are swirling, and it also brings a stronger odor. One of the walls of the hotel was sprayed with graffiti, which was surprisingly good-looking. Kamsky noticed the head of Che Guevara, the skull wrapped in a metal chain, the pale naked women, and the dark sex objects.

Half of the street came the rapid sound of sirens, like the city's eagle.

The woman took Kamsky upstairs and walked through the narrow, shabby and dark corridor. She walked in front with her mobile phone. Kamsky looked down at the mud gray inferior blanket on the stairs. When she stepped on it, she felt that it was slipping. At any time, it might make him fall on the stairs and roll all the way down.

It's room 412.

Open the door and turn on the lights. It's as stuffy as an old house in the last century. A bed accounts for more than half of the room, and a narrower side hall serves as the kitchen and bathroom. In such a crowded room, there are a lot of things. In Kamsky's eyes, all these old stained furniture can be his elders: some are silent, others are nagging.

Kamsky's synaesthesia is very strong, or very serious, which is more serious than that of Lu Zhengkang. He does not need to concentrate to produce inspiration. His inspiration is like a tsunami, which can drown him if he is not careful. Now, the house is yelling at him, "this woman makes sleep very where!"

"what's the matter, man, sit down and take off your clothes for me."

Kamsky tried to find a clean place to stay, but failed. He said dryly, "I should go."

"Don't worry, gentlemen." Liuying removes her make-up in front of the bedside table and shows a tired face. She is neither beautiful nor ugly. She is a beauty divorced from the fashion trend. Looking closely, she has a kind of rural girl charm, which makes Kamsky feel a little relieved.

"McCarthy Donna, man." The woman suddenly took out a southern accent and held out her hand. In the dark room, her eyes were bright.

"Elijah Kamsky Carnegie."

"Oh, you have a middle name. It's unusual. "

"My grandmother's name. I have to go. Really, I have to go back and do the experiment... "

"Experiment? Wow, you know science? I can't see you know science as a repairman. I only went to high school. I planned to go to community college, but I don't like to stay in a small city... " She is able to say that as the night gets thicker and thicker, she talks more and more about sex.Kamsky felt suffocating. The goose yellow sea urchin pierced him. He was bleeding and in pain.

The woman suddenly stopped, pulled off his coat, and went into the kitchen and bathroom in silence. The light in the room was brighter than that in the bedroom, with the smell of bath gel.

Kamsky looks at McCarthy's side face, the fleshy country girl. When she frowns, she looks like an ordinary housewife.

The urchin retracts the spines and turns them into a fluffy ball. Kamsky smiles at it. Women do not look at him, he hastened to withdraw his smile.

"Man, it's warm when you laugh."

"Thank you."

"Yes, thank you. In this city without any temperature, I seldom see such a simple person as you. Will you stay tonight? "

"No, no -"

"why don't you leave a call? I'll miss you. "

“……”

"Really, I like people like you. I'm honest. The key is not to discriminate against people like me. If only I could meet you two months earlier. "

"Well," Kamsky faltered.

McCarthy washed the clothes and put them in a cracked little dryer.

"Wait half an hour, will you?"

"All right."

McCarthy was lying in a soft bed, her face turned white by the light of her mobile phone. Kamsky turned his back and didn't look at her until the sea urchin pierced him in the back again.

There was a lot of gunfire half a block away.