Big play bone

"Given that you are dismissed ..."

"Don't do this!" He interrupted the other party's words.

...... I have been a moment, "Are you listening to it?"

"Don't do this." His voice is gently trembled, swallowed, fear, and pleading. "Don't do this." In addition to this sentence, he has no resistance.

"Do you understand? Mr. Como."

silence. His eyes were shaken in violently, and the crystal tears flashed in the desperation. There was still a surrounding, and the lips couldn't hind, but they couldn't find any borrowing. The helpless panic shook in a weak light.

At the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then they can't wait to recover the interests, smash hands, a bystander's posture, refuse to close.

want to crack.

107 death again

"Do you understand? Mr. Como."

Silence, suppression of silence; cold, blessing cold. He has been widened in this way, and he does not say, the gratin is a little, and it is slightly weak, as if all the vitality is taken.

This is not a dream.

At the end, all everything is over, the dream is over, even his life is over.

Without insurance, Linda will not be a heavy burden, even if she is not willing, the bank will only take Shake back to the mother, and then gradually forget about his memories. After he died, his traces in this world will be gradually erased, and finally disappear, as if there is no existence, even his mother, the mother who suffers from Alzheimer, I don't remember him. .

All all are just a lie, a beautiful lie.

The White House said that Iraq is a threat that they dominate the Journal, so they have invested in the war. who cares? The company said that Iraq's work does not have any danger, and you can also win a high pay, so he left the home desperately, I hope to do something with my own hands to Linda and Shawn, but the result is sleepy in this little. In the box, quietly waiting for death, and their only care is how can I avoid payment of insurance?

How ridiculous, how sad.

But more sadly, he can't even be angry now, only one thing is weak, and the desperate weight is not breathed. He is now only one person, Linda does not answer the phone, Shawn is in the school, the White House rescue person is late, the phone is the other end of the phone, the cold blood animals who have ended the work, no, no, no, no, I hope that there is no, and it is not there, this is the end.

"Mr. Croy?" The other end of the phone again, he still did not respond, "This is the conversation of Mr. Paul - Mr. Corroy, I have to close the recorder."

He widened his eyes, but there was only one piece left in the dark brown eyes, as if a little fluctuation didn't. A dripping tears pulled down from the eyes, but it had not been able to fall, and they were steamed in the air. He didn't even have tears.

As a Chujia tree, he died once; as Paul-Corny or Blue Rise-Hall, he has been distinguishing now, the blue ceremony is a dream, or Paul is a dream, but no matter what is Who, now it is over, he will die again.

Dinning again.

What is the fear of death? What is the desire for survival? Free yearning? No, all are all, all have been icy and turned off. When he didn't even feel it, he didn't even feel it, just quietly lying here, waiting for death. The whole world has become a gray, mighty, majestic, but he even struggles, let alone run away.

Quietly appreciate the world's fall, how wonderful thing is. The corner of the mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, the outline has a shallow radio, which is a smile.

The silence is quiet, let people have a time to fall into the illusion, the other end of the phone waiting for a long time, still did not wait until any response, it seems that even the breathing has disappeared, and a sadness slowly, he whispered "Sorry." There is no previous business public, the voice is slight, and the faint mobile phone is echoed, and an inexplicre adds a sad bunny.

He, tapping the phone, then slowly put the arm down, watching the wooden board above the top of the head, put it on the hand of the chest, finally stable, a touch of the stability in the dark The following seems precarious, and there is a risk of extinguishing at any time.

He is lying like this, the sound of breathing is gradually disappearing, the ups and downs of the chest are gradually calming, the arc of the mouth will return to the original, the brown brown scorpion is slowly dissipated, no anger, no despair, no despair, no Ironically, there is nothing, there is only one calm, as if I can see the weak life, which is the process of disappearing with the brilliance.

call. The world is again quiet.

In the paralysis, he returned to the bed of the last life, and the white people can see the doctor and nurses in the fantastic figure, Ding Ya Nan's tears, the face is full of despair and shock, in the raging people It is getting more and more blurred, all the noise around the surroundings have disappeared, and the world is a little bleak. He knows, no next time, this is the end point, a virtual end point.

"... blue ceremony."

The empty voice came from the long sky, and it was ambiguous. In the boundless darkness of the boundless darkness, I didn't know the orientation, and I didn't tell the content, as if it was only whistling.

"... Blue Rise." The voice is still floating, and the empty echo looks thin and fragile. Suddenly, the sound crossed the vastness of the interstellar, which was blown directly in the ear, "Blue Rich!"

A bunch of rays exploded in the deep hole, the glare lights poured into the eyes, and the pain of torn, let the body follow this / can close his eyes, the bright to nearly hot radiance will put all the darkness I can't me me, even if I just closed my eyes, I can feel the heat of the boiling, but he still didn't touch it, even even the brain has reacted.

"Blue Rich! God, what is going on? Blue Li! Blue Rich!"

The anxious voice smashed in the ear, as a huge force, pulling him from the depths of the ocean, slammed, he drilled out the water, and the lungs that had suffocated suddenly sucked. A large amount of air, "Drink." He couldn't help but look down, his eyes opened again, and the muscles were tightly on the extreme, even the eyeball could not move, just looked at the light source above the top right. Get a faint pain.

"Blue Rich? Answer me? Blue Li!"

"Call, call, call ..." He breathed his mouth, the soul finally returned to the body, turned around and looked at it, and the blurred focus was trying to find a reference in front of him. One of the distances The figure lost his face, with the same mask; the person who was close at hand, with a white mask with no five senses. This makes him fall into the heart, the question mark is not answering.

Who is he? Is this a dream or reality? What should he vary? Is he Paul or a blue ceremony, or is it just a dream of Chu Jia? Is he buried? Have he saved? Have him live? Still, he is filming? What is the hotel? What is the dream? What is the reality? What did you born? What is the situation now?

"... I, where are you?" Struggling, he finally put forward a question.

Rodrig looked at the blue ceremony in front of him, inexplicably, and the tears dropped. He knew that he was very wolf, but he couldn't control himself. He wiped himself, "warehouse, we are now Warehouse, here is a film. "Rodrig didn't know why Blue Gifts should ask this question, but he still do his best to answer.

"Remember? We are shooting, then you ... you have been too tired, so after you wake up, we will put it again. Are you ok? If you need it? If you need it, our work today You can pause, you go back to take a break. If you rent a warehouse, you don't have to worry, our current fund is still relatively ample ... "

Rodrig is still going on, but Blue Rig raises his hand to stop. He turned around again. The face in the line of sight began to gradually become clear, a strange and familiar face. With panic and shock, the line of sight fell on his shoulders, as if it was as if he had escaped.

"So, we just took a play." The blue cerebata turned sluggish. He still blurred, he was called "Blue Rise", which means that this is a reality? But how do he distinguish? Do you want to look for a fall of the imbalance like "Pirates Space"? Or or, find your totem?

The confusing thoughts converge, he looked up again, then saw the urgent look of Rodrigana, the tears of the ends of the eyes reflected in his pale and desperate face, "... The shooting of this play is also smooth ?"

All this has no real sense, everything is too real. The limits between illusory and reality are unparalleled, and now there is not much difference between this moment and just now. But at least he is now "live", even if he is an illusion, he is also alive, he takes a little time, and organizes the ideas.