When I first arrived in America, Chapter 34, who will understand the murderer?

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Hurt. ￥f，

Enrique couldn't describe the pain, he felt like he was about to collapse, he had been consciously stimulated to spasm all over his body, and a certain point in his body seemed to be corroded by something

Touch.

Enrique's eyes twitched in the light, and he didn't open his eyes when the sound of his heels hitting the ground came out. It wasn't the discomfort of being too lazy to close your eyes when you were sleepy, but the pain of enduring the pain, closing your eyes tightly, and wrinkles squeezing out of the corners of your eyes.

It hurts so much

Enrique had never experienced this kind of pain in his life, as if there was sulfuric acid gushing in his stomach, and the smell kept rising in his throat and eyes, and he felt like he was going to retch at any time. He felt that the thoughts in his head had been tossed to the extreme by this pain, and his dizziness felt like he was lying on a spinning turntable.

How could it hurt so much

How could it hurt so much in my stomach

It shouldn't be that feeling when you're drunk.

"Norhereare Temptation,"

“ateverybendintheroad，”

“bernearorar”

A soft humming voice appeared in Enrique's most painful moment, and a completely polarized image slowly unfolded when Enrique opened his eyes.

In the dim light, the shadows of the lamps flickered, and the light in the room continued to shake along with the cold wind blowing into the window when the drizzle fell. On the other side of the room, a woman with short hair and a women's handbag on her lap was grooming her with a small mirror, and she sat on the arm of the sofa and kept humming her eyebrows and eyebrows on her face.

The other end. Enrique on the floor curled up in a ball, grinning, and he had just woken up and the pain completely ruled his will. Already the moment he opened his eyes, he chose to give in.

He was in pain, and he wanted to die in pain.

According to statistics. Those patients with incurable diseases face the same problem when they choose to end their lives, they sweat profusely before the pain, they have convulsions all over their bodies in the face of the pain, and the pain will make people completely give up the will to live and want to die

Because, dead. It doesn't hurt

"bait vegotalytoshare decoy rload"

The singing continued, but the woman had stopped putting on makeup, putting the lip gloss in his bag and reaching out to straighten the dress, brushing his stockings, and turning his head for a second

Enrique suddenly forgot about the pain and thought about the clown who showed his lineup under the lightning on a rainy night

He's a man.

A man dressed in women's clothes, painted with women's makeup, and doesn't look like a woman at all.

"Hi, Enrique."

His outstretched fingers are very girly. Sitting on the edge of the armrest of the sofa, he pointed at Enrique and said with a slight smile: "Is that money still comfortable to spend?"

When the pain came again, Enrique's whole body seemed to be electrified. The body, which had been supported by his elbows with great difficulty, suddenly fell to the ground in a side-lying position, and the whole person lay on the floor as if someone had taken all his strength, and lifted his upper lip with his head against the floor, exposing his front teeth and gums.

The irritating pain in his stomach kept coming from him, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the bastard's words.

"As a soldier, stealing and selling military weapons to gangsters, and using the money earned to treat your wife, Enrique, you are nobler than every bastard I've ever killed."

He faced Enrique, Jiro crossed his legs, and the tips of his black heels were aimed at Enrique's body. "But I'm still going to kill you, someone in this world has to deal with those unruly guys." ”

His face changed. Looking out the window with longing: "Without you, my daughter should be in love with her boyfriend." When I talk to Erkov about her and her boyfriend, I will shyly pretend to be annoyed"

He, it seems that some pictures that don't exist at all sounded, and then, the painting style turned, and his slender voice directly thickened: "It's you"

"It's people like you who hurt her"

"She deserves to be saved, she deserves to be saved, she has escaped, escaped from that dirty, painful world, why don't you give her a chance, why send her back You don't have children, you don't know how scared a girl was at that time"

"She was afraid of being entangled in a colorful python, and slowly stopped breathing in the longing for relief, and I don't know if God gave her the light to heaven to illuminate the last darkness of her life."

Enrique suddenly rolled from the ground to the wall, and when he hit the wall, he let out a dead voice that he couldn't reach: "Uhh

His hands pressed against his stomach, his belly caving deep under his hands, the force pressing his body like a hungry refugee.

"Does it hurt?"

"When I gave birth to her, it hurt a million times more than you, she was the most shining angel in my and Elkov's lives, and from the moment she was born, we were happy every day, watching her cry, watching her laugh, watching her little feet kick and kick but you took her, and after her soul was already broken, you still didn't give her back to me, no"

"You use her to sell for money, for money, why don't you kidnap her, I just want her to come back to me and I can give a qiē that I can give."

He is Erkov, but he is telling Erkov's name sentence by sentence.

Bump, bump, bump.

Enrique slammed his head against the wall, hoping that the head injury would allow him to ignore the pain in his body, or simply knock himself out, as long as it didn't hurt.

Erkov came over in high heels, reached out and pulled Enrique by the collar and dragged it back, dragged it along the floor on the ground to the very center of the house, and squatted next to Enrique: "Look at this room, look at it"

Erkov's finger pointed to the wall, and there were posters of Brad Pitt, Keanu Reeves, and Leonardo on the walls, all of them were handsome guys, even the laptop on the desk was pink, but the style of the computer had been gone for a long, long time.

"See, this room hasn't been touched for ten years, it's been ten years, I've been here every day to clean her, every night I've been lying on that single bed and holding her favorite teddy bear, I remember that bear had a name No, I forgot, I forgot the name of that bear but, I remember, I remember the reason for waiting here, I hope she will come back, no matter what, I just want to take another look, listen to her, not look at the photos, not look at the video, I want to see her who should be 26 years old this year, Stand next to me and say, how did you sleep in my room and look through my diary, how can you do this"

"I'll laugh at her and laugh at her."