Damn it! Representative Foley slammed on the brakes and jumped over the stop line.

Los Angeles has far more traffic fatalities than other cities, and the government has done a lot of work, including increasing police presence, issuing more tickets, and repairing roads, but it wasn't until two years ago that more and more driverless cars were put into use that the phenomenon really changed.

If you violate the law like this, you will be forced to use a driverless car, which may not be a bad thing.

Thinking that in the near future, limbs will be just decorations or even cumbersome, and Foley's impression of unmanned driving has also changed greatly.

"I'm on my way, Belus, and I can have a drink today."

"No problem, but it's still the same old rule, I don't have much to eat at home."

"You know, don't you even dare to use a dinner knife?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I don't have any Ha ha. ”

"What do you eat steak with, may I ask?"

"Of course, you don't want to eat steak with me."

"Then let's have cream noodles, there's always tomatoes."

"Of course, tomatoes can be broken."

"You know what? I also found a lot of things that were meant to be broken with a knife, but could actually be broken by hand, such as onions. ”

"Alright, alright, I don't want to think about vegetables while driving."

"Then come on."

Berus hung up the link, and Forlì made several decisions along the way.

First, Shammel refuses to invite him to dinner, which almost gives Forley the courage to tell Shamel about his illness again.

He had hoped that Shamel would not have to know what had happened and that he was about to be bedridden for a long time, but now his brain would use this refusal as an excuse to make himself choose not to tell his family about his illness, and they would become more reasonable than ever.

Second, he had to tell Belus about his illness, and he needed to talk about it, and maybe Belus would give him better advice, including whether to choose José's proposals, which, despite their bizarre appearances, did have the potential to prevent him from becoming a quadriplegic.

Thirdly, he was going to find Ephia, first of course, to ask about John's situation, Ephia could not disappear this time, before her condition deteriorated, he had enough time to decide when to look for her, this time he had the final say, he was in charge of everything.

The sun shone into the car at 4:50, and the heated compartment was sweltering, and Representative turned on the air conditioner, which calmed him.

These things need to be done anyway.

As for Sammel, when he thought of her again, she was like John before he was born, sitting in front of the screen and drawing, one after another; At night she sat in front of the painting and wept, then grinned strangely, sometimes out loud, and her voice was so heavy that Foley frightened.

These were memories or fantasies, and if it weren't for John saying that his mother was crying and his mother laughing again, Foley would never have seen these images in his memory. Maybe it's just something imaginary.

Everyver shook his head vigorously and turned on the music, he couldn't let himself fall into the weird hallucinations that would make him look like his mother.

"Your dad beats me, Foley, he's tired of it."

"No way, Mom, how could Dad beat you."

"It's true, he hit me, he felt like I was dragging him down. Men are unreliable. ”

"No one will believe this mother."

"Why don't you believe it, why no one will."

"Mom, you're always thinking about it and can't sleep well."

"It's not a mess, he really hit me, he loses his temper, he thinks I'm a problem to him, you know? Why would I talk nonsense about such a thing. ”

"I also want to know, Mom, why are you talking nonsense about such things."

Representative Foley turns off the data and slams the cup into the pool, and Samel doesn't speak, neither comforting nor reproaching, he is grateful to such a wife and knows when to leave his partner alone.

If you are sick, you will have all kinds of hallucinations, not only will you drive your family crazy, but you will also lead yourself to a dead end.

Thirty sleep aids, my mother was going to make a break with insomnia, and I made a break with eternal sleep. Why should a person not kill himself? When is it easier to die than to live?

Representative Foley never thought about these questions, he knew he didn't have the talent, he wasn't a philosopher, and he didn't like to think about human nature.

He only knows the work, knows the conditions and the actions.

Now he began to wonder if what his mother said was not a hallucination.

If Sammel's affairs are not his own imagination.

The overflowing water in the bathroom, the bedroom where crying and laughter mingled, whether she was reminiscing about a relationship or grieving her own life, why two people living together would have absolutely no idea what happened to each other.

With June coming as they celebrate their sixth wedding anniversary, has Samel been the distance between the couch and the canvas for six years?

Representative Foley stops in front of an ice cream shop, and Bellus's house is down the street, and he wants a large ice cream to help him forget about it.

Perhaps while Forlì was buying ice cream, Shamel stood in front of the bathroom door, she didn't hesitate, more numb.

Maybe she could take another look at the data machine, where the school was giving her John's art assignment, a picture of the Christmas starry sky, which Gerina had pasted on the classroom wall.

If she had seen the painting, she would have seen in it that five-year-old John already had a talent for drawing, a talent that far surpassed that of children of his age.

If, in this world, there were ifs, John's gift would have made her happy, even if she could barely feel it.

"I have to tell you something important today, vanilla, ice cream only needs a spoon." Representative Foley hands the ice cream to Belus.

"Thank you."

"Can I sit on that couch today?" Representative Foley walked straight to the couch, next to the living room was the kitchen, the door was open, and as in the living room, there was nothing on the surface.

"How do you keep the room like it's uninhabited?"

"Single." Berus smiled and sat down on the chair across from the couch.

"You know, the first time I came to your house, I almost thought it was ......"

"Why? Goths, vampires? ”

"That was the second time, you pulled up the curtains, and we met that day in the afternoon, and there was no daylight in the room."

"I suspect there's something watching here."

"Suspicious."

Foley leans back on the couch, looking at the ice cream, he bought two large cups of ice cream, which he usually doesn't eat once in a few years, but today he can't help but want to eat every flavor on a whim.

"It's not a single problem, I think you have some mental problems, such as cleanliness and stuff, you know, this can be counted as your occupational disease, although you don't work as a doctor anymore."

"When I was a doctor, I didn't have a cleanliness habit, and the cleanliness habit you said was a mental disorder."

"A lot of Americans have mental disorders."

Representative Foley takes a big sip of yogurt ice cream into his mouth and frowns, this thing is neither sweet nor sour, why would anyone like this taste.