Chapter 733

"One must die."

"Thank you for comforting me, cam. I'm sorry to let you see this." McCarthy Donna's tone was mild.

Kamsky felt that what happened before his eyes was not real. He suspected that he had fallen into an illusion again, or that life itself was an illusion.

McCarthy's cheek was sunken inward, no longer full of vitality. The spines of the sea urchins were all shrunk, and the color changed from brown to blue, like a dark velvet ball, reflecting the bright sunlight from the window.

Ra8 stands by the window, gazing at the vast gray city, holding his chest in both hands, with a leisurely posture. His back is against the light. The bright part of the outline is sharp, like a modern fighter dressed in arms.

"Is that your wife?" McCarthy whimpered, turned her head, picked up a snake fruit from the fruit basket on the bedside table and handed it to Kamsky. "Come on, don't sit and look at me. I think it's charity." Her character has not changed. What she hides in her heart is not an adult polished by dogma, but an arrogant and pure child king.

Kamsky took the snake fruit and gazed at a yellow spot on the crimson peel. Everything has defects, such as shape, skin and taste. But these can make up for and cover up the defects, and even give birth to a new experience of beauty.

People need tools to do things they can't do.

Why did McCarthy die? It was ten years ago that they first met. One is now above the others, and the other is still in the mire. Everything has changed, but it seems nothing has changed. Time brings change. McCarthy's death is almost inevitable. Kamsky is growing up.

But Kamsky doesn't remember why she died or what her illness was? He can't remember, even if he can recite a complete set of Shakespeare's works, he can't remember a single page of cases.

He lowered his head and stared at the snake fruit in his hands.

"Why not?" A woman asked.

"Cam, eat. You haven't eaten for three days

"Sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep first? "

Kamsky suddenly turned to God, "what?"

He sat on the north side of a wide long table. Ra8 sat opposite him. There were clumps of flowers and candles in the middle of the table. The room was dark, and only the candle light was clear. The face of the woman opposite was blurred, with only half of her cheek covered with a layer of light that was almost melted wax. Kamsky noticed that her silver sclera and irises were as beautiful and deep as the kiwi section. The light scattered in her pupils and fainted the seven color haze rings.

"Nanta, I seem to have forgotten something."

"Hiding part of my sad past?" Ra8 put down his knife and fork and lifted his napkin to wipe the sauce around his mouth.

"It seems that more than once, did I forget a lot of people?"

"You remember a few, I should say."

"That 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 face to face, you won't care."

Kamsky sighed sorrowfully, "Hoo - Nanta, my Nanta. Memory is like the tide light, you want to chase, but never really close

Ra8 leaves the table with a smile and goes deep into the darkness of the room. It is mixed with the faint post-modernism painting decoration there to form a beautiful color. Only the faint laughter comes, "if memory is too far away, it becomes fantasy."

"Mr. Carnegie, sir, are you all right?"

Kamsky woke up again and lay on a comfortable leather sofa. The woman sitting across the table shows concern. Her aging face has a deep charm, like, like A walnut core, oil walnut, moist and fragrant.

"Nothing, Mrs. Willis. Where were we?"

The woman opposite relaxed and began to speak again. Kamsky gazed at her lips. What she painted was not solemn red, but wanton color. There was a layer of crystal glaze on her lips. It was like the lips of a girl leaning over to drink crystal in a stream. She slightly looked down at the file in her hand, kept whispering, and her lips moved quickly, like the furry tone of a feeding rodent, and her faint nasal sound, as if she were snoring.

“…… Your recent psychological reports show that you do not suffer from dissociative recognition disorder. To be exact, your acting personality is too active, which leads to a series of mental conditions for a long time. You report that you have been suffering from memory disorder and lack of concentration recently. I recommend that you take some prescription drugs to help you sleep. If the situation does not subside after a period of time, you can come to me again. "

Kamsky slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed to his counselor as if it were a revelation from Genesis.

Willis looked doubtful. "What's the matter, Mr. Carnegie?"

"Mrs. Willis, please help a man who is suffering." Kamsky made a sad look, but his eyes drifted around Willis' wrists and ankles.Her dry skin has no bulky pores, just like a piece of dried thin bamboo paper, a paper woman, tall and thin, like a long branch cut by a bamboo knife, and a fragrance of clove and orchid.

"Do you feel ill now?"

"Yes, I feel really bad. Mrs. Willis, to tell you the truth, I have a sincere kindness when I see you. You must be a sincere person to be trusted. Willis, I recently feel that my conscience has been greatly condemned. I have decided to invest a charitable fund in the society, but there is always a kind of worry in my heart. "

Willis's eyes softened down. "Oh, you have a kind heart and a smart brain. Entrepreneurs like you are what the society really needs. Although I can't help you solve the actual problems, if you have psychological anxiety, you can tell me."

Ra8 laughs in Kamsky's earphone, "Kam, I've collected the information about this woman for you. To be honest, you still like this kind of elder sister type girl, but the other person is already getting along with a boyfriend."

Kamsky showed a moving smile to Willis, "nothing can't be changed before the end. I believe that with your help, I will be able to get out of the shadow of my heart.". I think we need to change the environment and talk about something that makes me feel sad. Is it convenient for you, madam? "

"Here, your privacy will also be protected to the greatest extent. I have my own professional ethics and will not disclose the information of customers."

"But I don't like the environment here. It's too hard for me." Kamsky listened to ra8 and read out the files of the women in front of him, especially some key nodes, "I have a private manor where I can play golf. I like to talk while playing. What do you think?"

Seven hours later, Kamsky whispered in Willis's ear, "please help me, free me from the pain."

The paper woman is full of energy, as if facing the spring breeze.