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The woman woke up at the terminal, her saliva wetted Kamsky's coat.

"Sit and stand again, dying." She clutched her forehead, "Hey, buddy, I'm sorry to make you wet, come sit in my house? I will help you wash your clothes." She said to herself. He pulled Kamsky up and pulled him out of the subway station.

Under the cloud of light pollution in the city, a woman leads a man and walks on the cool streets at night, just like a love adventure story.

Chapter 718: The Orioles and the Sin City

Kamsky couldn't help being stunned where the Orioles lived: it was horrible.

Just being close to this area can feel the poverty, chaos, and filthy atmosphere that is overwhelming.Ms. Liuying was observing Kamsky's face, and Kamsky's face had always been dumbfounded, but it seemed unusually calm.

"Good kind brother, you have the courage, you are more kind than those black suits, they will find all kinds of reasons to escape as soon as they see where I live, hum, and don't want to think about it, we ordinary people live like this Looks like, isn’t it the fault of those vampires? I lived in a much better place than here. I lived for three years. For three whole years, it was just because I was fired by the company and couldn’t pay the rent for next month, that bitch. The landlord sent me the police with guns to expel me. Have you seen their belly? It's bigger than the belly of my grandmother who gave birth to triplets.

"This is the United States. The last second you were drinking Dr. Pepper, the next second you had to take the kettle to the park to get water to drink. I stayed in a nearby parking lot for a while, sleeping with my legs at night. I can’t stretch it out. I have to drive to work during the day. What I ate is leftovers from a nearby pizzeria and unopened bread in the trash can..."

A man in a sour and smelly green coat came up with a beer bottle and shouted, "Fuck the city! Fuck the government! And fuck my life!"

The Orioles followed and shouted: "Well said, brother! Fuck!"

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

Several explosive responses followed in the shadows of the surrounding streets, like howlings in response from wolves. The expression on Kamsky's face became more and more stunned, and when he appeared extremely cold, Liu Ying couldn't help but blow. A whistle: "You must think so too?"

"...Yes?"

"Right!" The Oriole laughed, turned Kamsky's head, and kissed him greatly. The remaining lipstick on the woman's lips was now on his cheek.

Kamsky: I want to vomit.

Out of the desire to survive, he resisted the intrusion of women, and even the smell of rubbish and corruption that permeated the surroundings. These smells revealed the brown-black color and mushroom-like shape before his eyes, as well as the sound of sea sand rubbing.When his nose gets used to the smell of corruption, he can tell something different.

The taste of a mature woman was like a goose-yellow sea urchin, spreading her teeth and dancing her claws, which made Kamsky very painful, and she couldn't help being attracted a little, willing to be stung.

A woman lives in a motor hotel, but there is no parking place here. The parking shed has been transformed into a dining shed. The blue cylindrical trash cans are leaning against the wall one by one, black garbage bags, piled up with dinner plates and peel The confetti and leftovers, the wind blows the white paper towels on the ground and whirls it, which also brings a stronger smell.One wall of the hotel was sprayed with graffiti. It was unexpectedly beautiful. Kamsky noticed Che Guevara’s head, a skull wrapped in a metal chain, a pale naked woman, and black sex.

There was a rush of police sirens from half a street away, like a hawk in the city.

The woman took Kamsky upstairs and passed through the narrow and dark corridor. She used her mobile phone to light up and walked in front. Kamsky looked down at the mud-grey inferior blanket spread on the stairs. When stepping on it, she felt like it was there. Slipping, it is possible for him to fall on the stairs at any time, and then roll all the way down.

In the room, number 412.

Open the door and turn on the lights. It is as stuffy as an old house in the last century. A bed occupies more than half of the room, and there is a narrower side hall that serves as a kitchen and bathroom.In such a crowded room, there are not many things at all. In Kamsky's eyes, all of these old stained furniture can be his elders: some are silent, and some are nagging.

Kamsky's synesthesia is very powerful, or rather serious, worse than Lu Zhengkang's. He doesn't need to concentrate to generate inspiration. His inspiration is like a tsunami, and one accident can drown him.Now, the house is shouting at him: "This woman makes love everywhere!"

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

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

"Don't worry about this time, gentleman." Liu Ying removes her makeup in front of the bedside table, revealing a languid and tired face. She is not beautiful or ugly. It belongs to the beauty that is out of fashion. It has the charm of a rural girl. This made Kamsky a little relieved.

"McKasi Donner, buddy." The woman suddenly took out a southern accent, stretched out her hand, and her eyes were shining in the dimly lit room.

"Elia 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 experiments..."

"Experiment? Wow, do you still know science? I can't tell. You, a maintenance worker, also know science. I only went to high school and planned to go to community college, but I don't like staying in small cities..." she It can be said that as the night gets thicker, her conversational sex is getting more and more full.

Kamsky felt suffocated, and the goose-yellow sea urchin pierced him. He was bleeding and painful.

The woman stopped her mouth suddenly, tore off his coat, and silently walked into the kitchen and bathroom beside her. The light inside was brighter than the bedroom, and it also smelled of shower gel.

Kamsky looked at McCarthy's profile, the meaty country girl, when she frowned, like an ordinary housewife.

The sea urchin retracted the spines and turned into a furry ball, and Kamsky smiled at it.When the woman turned her head to look at him, he hurriedly withdrew his smile.

"Man, you smile warmly."

"Thank you."

"It's me thank you. In this low temperature city, you rarely see a simple person like you. Will you stay tonight?"

"No, no more—"

"Then leave a call? I will miss you."

"..."

"Really, I like people like you. Honestly, the key is not to discriminate against people like me. If possible, it would be nice for me to meet you two months earlier."

"Hmm—" Kamsky paused.

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

"Wait for half an hour, can you?"

"Ok."

McCarthy lay on the soft big bed with unruly clothes, her face turned into a piece of white gauze with the light from the phone, Kamsky turned his back and did not look at her until the sea urchin pierced him again behind his back.

There were continuous gunfire from half a block away.

Chapter 719 Cyber

Early in the morning, the sun has not risen from the city skyline, the night sky in the east has diluted, and the earth is still miserable.Kamsky dullly opened the garage door, sensing the lights to turn on-a row of simple long-tube fluorescent lamps, of very low quality, and severe flicker. Kamsky felt that sooner or later they would ruin his vision.

"Sir, you're late to come back." In the middle of the piled up parts, workpieces and the messy work table, the tube-shaped iron robot actively greeted.

"This is an accident, and I'm not back late, I haven't returned all night," Kamsky slowly sat on a dirty green plastic chair with a mysterious and weird smile on his face, "rA2, yesterday Did something special happen late?"

"It looks like someone has a lucky day?" rA2 made a series of thick laughter with electronic sound. Her voice sounded like a smart urban OL, except that the quality of the sound components obtained from the second-hand trading website was somewhat Poor, as if an electric eel was stuffed into her iron ball-like head.

Kamsky covered his face shyly, "Oh, my Nanta, you won't believe what happened last night. God, I actually—" He lowered his voice, "Actually..."

"Aventure?" rA2's tone was flat.

"Do you know all of this?" Kamsky was shocked, "Is your logical analysis so strong now, my good Nanta?"

"Maybe." rA2 made a sorrowful voice like the wife of the ruffian boss, "reproductive activities with the same woman engaged in illegal work are not considered an affair, did you give her money?"

"No!" Kamsky flushed.

"Oh! That's really an affair, or a free relief meal, my good husband, congratulations on getting rid of your sad virgin career."

"Well, it's not sad, I think being single is also good..."