When he first arrived in the United States, chapter 37, he didn't believe anything

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Sitting on a chair on the weekend and sneering, he was laughing at himself, thinking that after crossing over, he would be able to get rid of the shackles of fate by growing emotional intelligence and becoming more low-key, and become a trendsetter in the tide of fate like the protagonist in novels, movies, and TV series, but what happened? Two years have passed, and his career is like the stock market in China, forever showing ups and downs. ●⌒，.

It's ridiculous, those directors who specialize in Hollywood commercial films and mid-life crisis movies are too ridiculous, because there are not only successful protagonists in this world, but every audience likes to watch the counterattack history of a small person, and if the story reaches the epic level, it will make them take out money and buy books or movie tickets. After all, people who watch this type of movie ...... Most of them live at the bottom of society, and they need to understand the ideas that others have planned to make them happy.

Why?

It's too simple, because he can't accept his own failures, and accept that the characters in the movie world or even in the fiction story continue to fail, and the pain of the human spirit comes from anger at one's own incompetence, isn't it, isn't it?

"So, you're going to eat me."

Raising his head over the weekend, he looked at Josh: "Eat this guy who has a family, a career, and is called a 'trouble-solving expert' by the Los Angeles media, right?" ”

"You think I will be extremely depressed in such a situation, even if I have the ability and ability to see through a qiē, but at this time, I lack the strength to turn the tide of the 'weekend', and I am only left to sigh the ruthlessness of fate."

Josh gasped for breath and closed his eyes tiredly, he had no idea how long he would live, and listened quietly to the weekend.

"Yes, Josh, I was really frustrated a few minutes ago, I think the current situation is too difficult for me, sometimes, even the president of the United States will fall victim to the political game, in the confrontation between giant organizations, the corpse of the dead ghost is enough to fill the deepest chasm in the world."

"Josh, leave this world in peace, go to that place, and never have to work so hard again."

Weekend slowly got up, and Stacy, who saw this qiē in the monitor, suddenly said: "Stop him immediately, quickly!" ”

At the same second, Stacy moved her gaze to the screen again, and the weekend was in the dark: "What did you say?" Josh, I can't hear ......"

Weekend leaned his head over, and after a few seconds, he nodded slowly: "Oh, I see." ”

Josh's body became stiffer and stiffer as his eyes widened and he looked like he was in a state of resignation, but the expression on his face betrayed him. Josh was shocked, shocked by the layout ability of the weekend, before he died, Josh could almost have predicted what the weekend was going to do, but he didn't expect the weekend to be so thorough, not even a dying person was spared, this had to be used!

Yes, Josh didn't say anything, he didn't even have the strength to breathe the last breath of air in the last second of his life, and the massive blood loss made Josh, like everyone who committed suicide by cutting his veins, fall into a deep coma the moment he leaned over the weekend. Whoever bleeds almost four pints of blood will fall into a deep coma!

Touch.

The door of the interrogation room was slammed open by a black man in a red suit, but the weekend handed the handle of the scalpel in front of the black man: "Actually, I think he can still save it." ”

A mysterious smile appeared on Weekend's face, the spotless leather shoes stepping on the blood and walking towards the door, when he walked out of the pool of blood, under the light through the corridor outside the door, leaving bloody footprints all the way, so shocking.

"Do you need to handcuff me?"

The pair of hands that seemed to have been soaked in blood stretched out, and the blood on his hands had dried up, as if with a layer of scabs, and it was estimated that when this thing became hard and tore off, his skin would be much whiter.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you beat me last night and didn't have the ability to fight back, what are you afraid of now?"

The black man in the red suit was slightly stunned when he heard the second call of the weekend, and he developed a deep fear of the scene in front of him, how cruel can it be that someone can cut the same wound of another person again and again in the screams? Won't he be worried?

Click.

The handcuffs were carried to Weekend's hand, and the black man dragged his arm out of the interrogation room, and Weekend reached out to block out the light outside, muttering to himself, "I thought I was already used to it." ”

I'm afraid that only the family members on the weekend can understand, after all, he is not just talking about the irritation of the eyes caused by incandescent lamps.

In the monitoring room, the black man in a red suit was pressed on the sofa next to Stacy on the weekend, and Stacy said without saying anything: "Zhou, you have caused me a big problem." ”

"Didn't I interrogate you as you wished?"

He smiled wryly: "I didn't understand until Josh died, in fact, you don't care about this guy's life or death at all, who let you have a ready-made scapegoat in your hands?" ”

"Huh?"

Stacy turned to look at the weekend, and now, she was beginning to reassess the thinking skills of the man in front of her.

Weekend shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "You guys, you should have gotten my case from the psychiatric clinic in Beverly Hills, right?" It's not hard for you at all to be on a par with the CIA in this country, and maybe the psychiatrist will be present to testify in the court that indicted me. Am I wrong? ”

Stacy, who pouted, actually showed some pity in her eyes: "It would be nice if it weren't for you." ”

"Huh."

It's the laughter of the weekend, there is only one syllable, and then, there is no then. At that time, his mood was only understood by himself.

After a somewhat boring weekend, he shook his handcuffs, and finally asked, "How is Yoda?" When to leave? ”

The black man in the red suit also planned to lie to Stacy: "Is it really okay to let a frail woman get on the plane so quickly?" ”

At that moment, Weekend and Stacey looked at the black man at the same time, and no one stared at him, as if they were looking at a guy who was not on the same frequency at the same time.

Isn't it?

He didn't ask 'how the kid is' over the weekend, which means he knows that Stacy's words are a game at all......

Stacy sighed, almost not being angry in response: "Yoda, Roger, Gaia, and Gisti are currently waiting at the airport for the plane to Moscow, Yoda's new name is Ilkuva, are you satisfied?" This is a photo inside my phone. ”

When I took the phone over the weekend, I didn't look at the so-called photos at all, and asked unceremoniously: "Which phone number in the phone book can contact my fiancée?" ”

He, except for Yoda's voice, doesn't believe anything now! (To be continued.) )