"Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

This woman already knew so much that Foley believed there must be more than he could imagine, and so far she had been right, except that they liked each other, which Foley could not admit, nor could he deny completely.

He had indeed imagined what it would be like to be entangled with such a thin body.

That's just the imagination that men have, and it has nothing to do with liking, at most it can be called "not hating", but "not hating" is another very complicated thing, and its corresponding word is called "hate".

Thinking like this, Foley has to think about whether he hates Mussel Lingmei, no, he doesn't hate it, he doesn't want to see her at all, and he is scared of her and her past, the organization behind her, Foley.

"I want to remind you that thing..."

Representative Foley nodded, not answering.

"We may not get a chance to meet again."

"Why?"

She smiled when she heard Representative Foley ask.

Unlike before, she didn't speak, but turned and walked across the road.

"I'm going out once, Miss Lankalam."

"An hour, an hour later, John will probably have to sleep."

"No problem, I'll be back in an hour."

"Let's go, then."

Foley sat in the car, and in the night, he hurriedly started the car and drove in the direction of the school in front of him, driving three hundred meters before realizing that Ephia was only working there, and he had no idea where she lived.

Even if she lived a few blocks nearby, three or four, he didn't know, he never knew where she lived, and he couldn't know more about it then, as it is now.

People disappear suddenly.

When he finally thought of it, the vanished people seemed to him like shallow and clear digital images in his mind, and they stood up, laughing, and talking, but he couldn't hear a word.

Even if Ephia lived nearby, it would be impossible to go door-to-door to find her, it would be tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Hell, Foley curses and slaps the steering wheel. He circled around a few blocks, not knowing where he was going, so he just walked around randomly, and finally stopped in front of his house.

Maybe it won't be okay, what will happen.

He tried to comfort himself that everything was just the cranky thoughts that he missed a woman, that there would be nothing wrong with Ephia, what could it be, that there would only be dead people in this world? Just because of Shamer's death doesn't mean everyone will suddenly commit suicide, and of course there is the mother, who really didn't let go of herself for a moment.

It was mentally ill, and Ephia was healthy and there was nothing wrong with it. So it's going to be fine.

Thinking of this, Forlì finally calmed down.

Every night after that, it belonged to him and John, he could bathe with him, tell him stories, if he wanted to, John seemed to be independent too early, early enough that as a father, he had not stolen the childhood he shared with him from the time after his mother let go, he was already as old as the boy who was about to leave home in his dreams.

And even if these days are not intimate enough, there are not many days left.

As he cleaned up his desk, he tried to drink all the rest of the wine, but he didn't, and they made a crisp sound of glass colliding as they entered the pool.

He wanted to tell John the story of the demise of the Tyrannosaurus rex 65 million years ago, and he was afraid of dinosaurs, "Why are dinosaurs so scary?" ”

"We're not going to see real dinosaurs now."

"But I still feel terrible, Dad."

"Let's go to sleep first."

"You say what happened after a comet or an asteroid hit Earth."

"Huge crater."

"That's what it looks like."

"It's huge, like a city moving up a hole the size of a city from the ground."

She knows that nothing has changed and should not change.

She picked up a book from the orange and green tablemat - "The Last Earthling", a desperate book, perhaps just right for the mood right now.

She heard the sound of weeding outside the door, whose gardening robot would mow the grass at night? Unless the owner is away from home for a while, the robot can be remotely controlled to do these things.

She was a little irritated by the sound of "swish" that came and went.

Perhaps she should admit that the irritability was caused by some feelings being suppressed. She opened the fridge and pulled out a can of beer, drank half of it and threw it on the kitchen table.

Take a shower and wake up fine. She said to herself. What else could I have done?

What do you want, Efia?

With her wet hair on her shoulders, Efia sat down in her sofa chair and stared at the opposite wall in a daze. When her mood was about to calm down, his words rang in her ears.

Poor Foley. She frowned, her heart aching.

She understands that even if the operation goes smoothly and the tumor does not recur, he will have to endure a lot of pain, and the neurological rehabilitation training is an untimed race. A person who can't see the end of the line is on the runway.

Things are far from that simple, John's problem is the same as there is no end, maybe both of them need some luck, the best luck, to go in the best direction, there has always been such luck in medicine, but in terms of probability, the data machine can't tell her what the probability of getting this luck is, even if there is 99%, the remaining % of bad luck may be 00% in the future.

Thinking of this, she doesn't want to go on anymore, think about the good, Efia, you can always think in the good, this kind of pessimistic attitude is not good at all, it will destroy your fighting spirit.

She encouraged herself, accompanied by the sound of swishing, which she felt getting louder and louder, as if it was somewhere in the bedroom, maybe just outside the window.

She pulls out the data device and wants to send a message to Foley, "I'm a little worried about you, how are you?" ”

He hesitated to look at the line until a message came from Foley's address, "I'm worried about you, where are you?" ”

"Where?" He hadn't even thought to ask that question now.

Ephia couldn't help but reproach, but he was a sick person, and the thought of this shame flashed through her heart.

Half an hour later she went to bed and got ready for bed, the day was a long day for her, she could neither be happy nor sad, and the future of Foley, Ephia could not imagine, it seemed childish and out of place.

She closed her eyes, and the things she couldn't think of only became more confused before she went to bed, and she began to recall the books she had read today, and randomly searched her mind for a familiar page, page 07 - fuck the conscience.

Let's have another drink, it's your turn, tell me about the girl just now.

The contents of the memory book were very tired, and sleepiness soon surrounded her, and the unclosed windows let in the slightest night wind, making the sound of a puppy rubbing the newspaper when she was a child.

As she was about to fall asleep, she was awakened by a chill that opened wide enough for a neighbor's cat to slip into the bedroom.

She had to get up and close the window.

In order not to oversleep in the morning, Efia has developed a habit of not drawing the curtains since college, so that the morning sun can wake her up.

But now, she felt that something was wrong, she felt that something had come into the room, something had gone around her pillow, she didn't dare to turn on the light, maybe it was safest to keep not knowing, she closed her eyes, but her ears were more sensitive than usual, all her concentration was on the smell and the hearing, yes, something was coming in.

Efia guessed that this strange feeling had something to do with what Foley had told her today, and that Foley's guess was not wrong, and that she had a more objective feeling that Belus would not have committed suicide.

He didn't even have any problems losing his job as a doctor, why did he commit suicide a few years later? If this happened alone, no, it was clearly related to Forlì, who was murdered, and he often felt that something was watching him before he died.