Henry became more and more like a victim, so Saul knew it was not advisable, but still said, "Do you need help? Tell me what’s going on. Maybe I can help you tell me who that woman is. "
"Forget seeing her, Saul. You’ll never see her again. She doesn’t care about supernatural phenomena or looking for the truth."
Then Henry smiled and left Saul, wondering where he was going.
13 main pipe
Half a wall burst, and thousands of eyes stared at him in the dust and debris. His head ached, and his side and left leg felt pain, but he forced himself to lie still. He pretended to be dead to keep his head. He pretended to be dead to keep his head. This sentence came from his father when he was a child. He read to him a monster. It suddenly appeared from being forgotten, as if a signal flare had shot into the sky. Once it got into his brain, it kept circulating. Bricks and debris had fallen to the ground. Many eyes still gave him terrible pressure. It sounded like destruction with a stirring fear. There was something moving in his ear and near his legs. He resisted the impulse to open his eyes because he wanted to play dead to keep his head. On the right side, he threw a dagger, and his father’s sculpture fell out of his pocket. Although he was lying on the ground awkwardly, he still trembled and unconsciously searched for him. The shaking made him feel like a crack in his bones. Trying to escape meant that he wanted to communicate with the outside world. Playing dead to keep his head.
Broken glass Broken glass burst from the outside of the wall and occupied his attention boots? Shoes? Feet? No claws? Hoof? Slender feet? Fin? He held back a shudder. Can he reach the dagger? No, if he could reach the dagger in time, the dagger tube wouldn’t be like this, but it’s also doomed to cross the border, but there is no boundary here. Everything was so slow as if it were a meaningful journey, but now it suddenly accelerates too fast, just like breathing turns into light and mist, and rays fly towards the horizon without carrying him. Is there a new monster or an old monster on the other side of the half-collapsed wall? But it’s definitely not a product of failure. Has he learned something about it through body double? Because he know its eyes.
He seemed to be wrapped and lying still, unable to scream. His mind was eroded, as if there was a thick tentacle pushing his own will out. Then he searched for something completely different in his mind, which made him see the terrible and indelible influence left by Lori in the province, and his mother helped Lori. "Go to the seat and find out if there is any money." Grandpa Jack said, but did he say that? Grandpa Jack, with a heavy gun in his hands, is watching him eagerly, just like a dark narrow room with someone smoking at the other end, and his childhood memories are as vague as the smoke.
Thousands of eyes are widely distributed, watching him and reading him as if a biologist were in half the universe at the same time. He has a feeling of being seen through, and then as this feeling fades, he feels relaxed and has a strong disappointment as he is abandoned.
Then it seemed as if something heavy fell from it into the waves and gave off a loud sound. The terrible pressure eased the disturbance in the bones, and the pain subsided. He was just a tired and dirty body, and sobbed on the abandoned lighthouse floor. Words like accidental injury rate, containment and counterattack kept coming out of generate like old magic. Only when he was far away, he regained control. However, the control was meaningless. Father’s sculpture fell down one by one in his backyard. In the days before his death, when they played chess, their fingers were loose and their fingers were empty.
Then there was a sense of silence and light, and then he took advantage of the opportunity to take up the sentry duty and watched him more and more confidently, just like the underwater behemoth in the dream. Maybe it didn’t know what the guardian was or who lived in it.
However, he will never forget.
It took a long time to get familiar with the footsteps and the voice-Grace held out a hand.
"Can you walk?"
Can he walk? He felt like an old man who was knocked down by an invisible fist. He fell into a dark and deep narrow gap and now he must climb out.
"Yes, I can walk"
Grace handed his father a sculpture and he took it.
"Let’s go back to the platform."
There was a huge hole in the bottom wall, through which night penetrated, but the lighthouse did not fall down.
"Good platform"
He’ll be safe there
He is uneasy there.
After returning to the platform, the manager lay a blanket and looked up at the mottled ceiling in candlelight, where the paint had peeled off. Everything seemed so far away from the earth that it was unbearable. It seemed that there were no astronomers now, and no knowledgeable astronomers could recognize that they were circling the little star. He found himself breathing hard and kept recalling an almost poetic sentence in Viterbi’s paper, "The region was created by some kind of organism, which was left by some advanced, ancient and strange alien language. With our thinking method, we understood the intention and it left us far behind."
Biologists invaded his thinking, so he thought again … Is there any evidence to show that he was in the back seat of grandpa’s muscle car? Can the headquarters find some black-and-white photos taken from the street? Another car or box truck stopped a little further and photographed an investment through the windshield, depriving him of everything? He dreamed of cliffs and behemoths and dreamed of falling into the sea, but was the behemoth at the headquarters? That pile of dark shadows may be his vague memory, plus something that has never happened and should not be remembered. So he jumped to his headquarters and lost his memory for two days. His mother assured him that he was too suspicious … but it was a heavy burden, and it was exhausting to analyze, as if the South China Bureau and the region were interrogating him at the same time
Hello, John. Some Lori said in his head, I have a surprise for you.
fuck
Really, John? I also want you to know what game we play from the beginning and what kind of game we have been playing.
His lungs felt heavy. Grace checked his elbow for bandages and told him, "Your ribs and hips are a little bruised, but you seem to be able to move all over."
"Biologist … is she really divorced?" This behemoth takes a place as its own. As time goes by, Viterbi’s doctrine is both more reasonable and absurd, so it lacks consistency. The heartbeat rhythm makes it so easy to smooth out three pages of attention. If some places are stained, he can also analyze and identify them. Compared with other things, it is more difficult to accept, for example, the sun should not appear overhead. For example, the sky reveals that human beings can’t dream of a map, and the burden is so heavy that it is like facing a monster that people can’t even think about it.
"She’s been away for a while," Grace said. "You’ve been unconscious for a while."
She and the ghost bird leaned against the sea window. The ghost bird stared at the dark night with her back to the main pipe. Did she study the route of the body? Has that huge body entered the vast ocean to seek deep waters at this moment? Or did you go to a more exotic and remote place? He doesn’t want to know.
Finally, the ghost bird turned around, its face covered with shadows seemed to converge with a smile, and its eyes were big and curious.
"What does it tell you?" The manager asked, "What did it take?" He didn’t want to ask so sharply, but he was still in shock, and he was somewhat white. He hoped that everyone would experience the same.
"No, nothing."
Which side are you on? Lori asked.
"Which side are you on?" He asked.
"That’s enough!" Grace said, "That’s enough! Shut the fuck up. It’s not good. "
But he just couldn’t stop. "No wonder you were so nervous." He said, "No wonder you didn’t tell us."
"Biologists destroyed the motorcade," said Ghost Bird.
"Yes, she did it," Grace admitted. "But I have been careful and quiet to annoy her. I know when to avoid the lighthouse and the coast. I know when to hide in the forest. Sometimes there are omens in the air. Sometimes she will find the owl landing site and push it to land, as if she still remembers it. Most of the time I can avoid her. Most of the time she is not here."
"Remember what? This place? "
"I don’t know what she remembers or doesn’t remember," Grace said. "I know that you attracted her and made her curious." It’s not that he’s so ignorant, but that the ghost bird biologist is as attracted to her as he used to be.
"We can become like biologists," the manager said. "Stay here and wait for her to show up and give up everything." He intended to stimulate them.
But the answer is ghost bird, "she won the right to choose her destiny, which she earned herself."
"We are different from her," Grace said. "I don’t want to be her or be like her."
"Aren’t you always like this? Waiting?" See if you can adapt to life on this island and live with a monster.
"I didn’t, but what do you want me to do? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it! " She shouted, "You and I want to die here? You and I are willing? " He realized that Grace had noticed that biologists had listed those pain-causing methods, and she didn’t shave her face just because she was troubled by monsters.
"You need to find a way out," said the ghost bird.
"Through a hole in the bottom of the sea? It is not necessarily. "
"No, another way out"
The manager groaned and supported him. His side was burning. "Are you sure the ribs are bruises?"
"I’m not sure without radiation."
Another impossible thing made him continue to fall on the wall. He touched and changed. The biologist got into his head. Enough, enough.
He picked up Viterbi paper and read it by candlelight, but at the same time he slowly tore at the corner of the paper.
When we fall asleep, we must trust our own thinking. We must trust our hunch that some things are unreasonable because we understand them by law. We must carefully review this situation. In other words, we must give up our reason and rational logic and seek something higher and more valuable.
It is both excellent opinion and nonsense. He is single-minded in solving problems, but he is polarized.