"Get closer. Let me see your face better."

The neck-tailed snake was six steps away from the throne, not caring about the incredible heat emanating from the scene. If he feels it, he shows no signs.

"Tell me magic..." Wei consumer said. His voice sounded like flames: stable and clean, but for those scarlet particles that flickered.

"A man-made method, my lord. Another human invention is aimed at mastering the divinity."

"Then why does it care about you?"

The speaker was not the consumer, but the fourth time in the conference hall. When he appeared in the shadows behind the throne of non-consumers, a sage’s abbot made his presence widely known and traveled through the secret room at a speed. He took the staff of the senior alliance, which was formed after the shepherd's distortion, and loudly condemned as he approached. Behind him, the abbot is usually called a lizard, which is his nickname from countless polished silver scales, each of which is studded with jewels and hammered on every visible inch of his flesh, assuming Covered his entire body. body.

"Li Huai found your book, pastor. The desperate work of desperate men. This is heresy. You are part of the order." The abbot continued. "Only according to its laws. Why have you kept secrets?"

"I know-"

"You don't know anything!" the abbot said, slamming the fishing rod on the cold marble, "you will work in the system. You seem content to work outside the system. From this moment, you have been released.

"well."

"And personally," the abbot continued, "I want you to be executed. But the final judgment depends on unconsumed goods—"

The non-consumer goods person said: "I think there is no punishment for the execution of the death penalty." "You will never set foot in the monastery again. Your property has been confiscated. You have been banished to the trench. What happened to you has nothing to do with me."

"Thank you." Hell priest said.

He bowed, then turned to the arch. Speechless, he and his servant left the secret room and began a long descent.

Mai Dong kept his scattered time, but there was an emergency buzzer hidden in the brick wall a beside the front door, which only a few people knew. Li Huai uses it now. There is some static electricity on the intercom, and then:

"Mai Dong is not at home now."

"It's Li Bad. Let me in."

"Who?"

"Bad Li. Bad Li."

"Who?"

Li Badi sighed. "Harold."

Sixty seconds later, Li Huai sat on the sofa that Maidong was stuffed with, and the sofa occupies a quarter of his entire living room. The book occupies another important segment, and his place in it is marked. There are few compromises in the subjects he is interested in: forensic pathology, the life of Herman Melville, the Franco-Prussian War, Mexican folklore, the murder of Pasolini, Mapthorpe’s self-portrait, Louis Prisons in Anna state, Serb-Croatian counterfeiters, etc. The book building above looks like an aerial view of the metropolis. Li Huai knows the etiquette of these books. You can pick something out of the stack and turn it over, but it must go back where it was. You can even borrow them, but the late prices are always disgusting.

Of all the men Li Huai ever called his friends, Mai Dong easily became the most intimidating person. He is six feet six inches tall, and his height is a small tattooed muscle. In Japan, this is a large part of what the masters of Mai Dong’s skills do. Mai Dong wears a coat of ink and color, only staying on his neck, wrists and ankles. The design is the essence of Japanese classic characters. On his back, is a warrior fighting with the devil in the bamboo forest whipped in the rain; two dragons climbed on his legs, his head was clean, his beard was shaved, no one saw him coming out of the bar at two o'clock in the morning Yes, shirtless and sweating profusely, they would walk into the street instead of breaking in on the sidewalk.

To be sure, he cut a daunting number. But at first glance at his face, it was a completely different story. Mai Dong found a source of joy in all things, and as a result, his eyes showed unparalleled kindness. For almost no time, Mai Dong didn't laugh or laugh. An important exception was when he drilled pictures and words on other people's bodies during that time of the day.

"Harold, my man, you look serious," Mai Dong said to Li Hao, who only allowed him to use a nickname. "What is bothering you?"

"If I want to answer this question, I first need a drink."

Mai Dong prepared his special dishes (Benedictine and a pinch of cocaine) in the small office at the back of the store. Li Badi told him all the things that happened so far, everything is annoying, sometimes even OK Go back to his earliest encounter.

"...Then it's Mai Xia's business," he said to Mai Dong. "I mean, did they let both Li Huai know? How did Li Huai both get deceived? I rarely see her scared, Mai Dong, maybe twice in my life, but never like this. Never Hiding in a **** pit because she was worried about what would happen."

"Well, if you want, Li Huai can take her away from my man tonight. Li Huai can take her here. Make her feel comfortable. She will be safe."

"No. I know they are watching."

Mai Dong said: "They must keep their distance at that time. Because I didn't feel numb."

He turned his palm around, and one of his former lovers signed his two combined warning signs in Baltimore.

"I don't feel anything," Li Hao said. "But it may mean that they are getting smarter. Maybe they are running some jamming signals to stop Li's alarm. They are not stupid."

"Neither is Li Bad," Mai Dong said. "Li Bai will take her to a safe place. Somewhere..."-He walked away with a smile on his face-"...in Brooklyn."

"Brooklyn?"

"Trust me, I only know that person. I am going there now. You return to Maixia. I will call you when everything is ready."

"I don't have a phone," Li Huai said. "Throw it in the demolition."

"Very good," Mai Dong said. "I will knock. Do you know a few?"

Li Badi shrugged. "No. I don't even know why they choose now. I have been in the same office since I started working. She has been doing her things in the same apartment over the years. I have never had any trouble before. Do you think What do they want?"

"You," Mai Dong said. "Clean and neat."

"What?" Li Badi said. "No. If they want me, they will come for me. Christ knows they do it often."

"Yes," Mai Dong said. "But they always fail."

Li Huai went back to the **** club in the basement and talked with McNeil, the "nail" she introduced to Li Huai. He found Maisha. McNeil didn’t come to see Maisha, but he wandered among the larks and re-acquainted himself with his best. Favorite old trampoline. .

"He likes to be nailed to the cross in the winter solstice," Mai Xia told Li Huai. Mai Xia listened, and the invisible existence added something to it. "He said you should give it a try, Li Huai. Crucifixion and good strike work. Heaven and earth."

"Thank you, Nail." Li Badi said. "On this point, while Li Huai is waiting for Mai Dong to arrive here, I will settle for a few hours of sleep on the stage next door. There is no doubt that Mr. McNeill’s best time is this scene."

"He said, \'Sweet dreams.\'"

"It's almost impossible, but the important thing is thought. I brought some food, Maisha and a pillow, and some brandy."

"Oh, my star, Lee Bad. You shouldn't have had so much trouble. And you don't need to stay. I'm fine."

"Indulge me."

Mai Xia smiled. She said: "Li Huai will continue to chat."

This was the first time that Li Huai thought about throwing the pillow on the stage, preparing to sleep on the cross, and he saw their body fluids without a doubt. He thought vaguely that this might have some important meaning, but he was too tired to understand this concept. Sleep quickly overcame him. Although there was a good night wish, the dream was not good. He spent a dazed time, dreaming that he was behind the taxi that brought him here. Now only the familiar streets of New York are the wasteland in the suburbs, and his driver-knows nothing about what he is after- Simply said. Conclusion: "Whatever you do, don't look back."

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