Chapter 446:

"Yes, you want to call us by our names, don't you? No, is this more manly? This means we are not children, which means we are men. Kevin is not a man, sir, he Never wanted to be a man. In fact, I think he hates this idea. Do you know why? This knife gently separates the muscles. He thought, once you become a man, you will start to die: Kay Wen once said he would never die."
"I never die." "Never."
"I want to see him."
"Everyone is like this, sir. He is charming. This is what the doctor said to him: charming."
"I want to meet this attractive person."
"soon."
"right now."
"I'll say it soon."
Redman held the knife on his wrist, so Slap had no chance to push the weapon back into place soon. Reactions in adolescence are slow, perhaps mixed, and Redman's performance is better. As Redman squeezed, the knife fell from his hand, and his other hand strangled Sleep, tightening his thin neck. Redman's palm pressed against the apple of the murderer Adam, making him gargle.
"Where is Hennessy? You take me to see him."
Looking down at Redman's eyes stopped by his words, the iris dazzled like needles.
"Take me to see him!" Redman demanded.
Slep's hand found Redman's belly, and his fist stabbed the wound. Redman cursed, letting go of his grip and Slip almost slipped out of his grasp, but the knees of Redman's knees pushed his knees quickly and sharply into the opponent's groin. He wanted to be more painful, but a tight neck grip prevented him. The knee lifted again, making it firmer. Then again. once again. Spontaneous tears shed on his face, rushing through his minefield.
Redman said: "I have caused you twice as much damage as you have caused me, so if you want to continue doing it all night, I will be very happy.
He shook his head and breathed through the contracted trachea in a brief but painful gasp. "Don't you want it?"
He shook his head again. Redman let go of him and threw him in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Tapping in pain, his face shrinking, he slid down the wall to the position of the fetus, placing his hands between his legs. "Where is lace?"
Slep began to waver; these words rolled out. "What are you thinking? Kevin caught him."
"Where is Kevin?"
Slep looked up at Redman, puzzled.
"do not you know?"
"I don't ask if I want to, do I?"
He seemed to lean forward when speaking, exuding a burst of pain. Redman's first thought was that young people were breaking down, but Slap had other thoughts. The knife was suddenly held in his hand again and snatched from the floor, and Slep raised the knife towards Redman's groin. He used the width of his hair to avoid cuts, and stood up again, the pain was forgotten. The knife pierced the air back and forth, and Spap hissed with his teeth. "Kill you, pig. Kill you, pig."
Then his mouth opened wide, and he shouted: "Kevin! Kevin! Help me!"
When Slep stumbled into the target victim, he lost control of himself. Tears, snot and sweat made his face slimmer and slashes less and less.
He guessed that Redman had chosen his own moment and dealt a fatal blow to Slep's knee and that weak leg. He was right.
Slep screamed, staggered backwards, coiled, and hit the wall. Redman followed closely, pressing Slapp's back. It was too late, he realized what he had done. His hand relaxed, his sword hand squeezed between the wall and body, slid out, bleeds, and has fewer weapons. Exhaling a breath of life, he slammed into the wall tightly, pushing the knife deeper into his internal organs. Before he touched the ground, he was dead.
Redman handed him over. He has never adapted to sudden death. It disappears as fast as the image on the TV screen. Close and blank. No message
When he walked to the front hall, the complete silence of the corridor became overwhelming. The wound on the stomach was not obvious. The blood used his shirt to tighten the bandage, woven cotton cloth into meat, and sealed the wound. There is almost no harm. But the reduction is the least of his problems: the mysteries he has to solve now, and he feels unable to face them. The weary and exhausted atmosphere of this place made him feel tired and exhausted instead. There is no health, no goodness, no reason.
He suddenly believed in ghosts.
In the vestibule, a lamp was burning, and a naked light bulb was hanging from the dead zone. Through it, he read Lacey's crumpled letter. The filthy words on the paper are like matches lit in his panic.
Mom, they feed me to pigs. If they say I never loved you, or if they say I ran away, please don't believe them. I never did it. They fed me to pigs. I love you.
Tommy
He put the letter in his pocket and began to run out of buildings and fields. It was dark now: deep, darkness without stars, and the air was sultry. Even during the day, he was not sure of the way to the farm. Even worse at night. He was quickly lost somewhere between the sports field and the trees. Seeing that the outline of the main building behind him was too far away, the trees in front all looked the same.
The night sky smells bad. There is no wind blowing on tired limbs. It is as inside as outside, as if the whole world has become an inside: a suffocating room surrounded by whitewashed ceilings.
He stood in the dark, blood rushing toward his face, trying to orient himself.
On the left where he guessed where it was outside, a light was flashing. Obviously, he completely missed his position. The light is on the sty. When he stared at it, the crumbling chicken bumped into the silhouette. There are numbers there, there are a few. Standing, as if looking at a sight he couldn't see.
He started walking towards the sty, not knowing what to do when he reached the sty. If they were all armed like Slep and shared his murder intentions, it would be his end. This idea did not worry him. It is an attractive option to get rid of this closed world in some way tonight. topple.
And Lacey. After talking with him, there was a moment of question, he wondered why he cared so much about the boy. This particular pleading accusation has some truth. Is there something in him that wants Thomas Lacey naked next to him? Isn't that a subtitle of Lefthal's remarks? Even now, running towards the light uncertainly, all he could think of was the boy's eyes, huge and harsh, gazing deep into him.
Before night fell, people appeared outside the farm at night. He could see them under the light of the sty. Is it over? He made a long curve on the left side of the building to avoid the sight of the audience when they left the scene. They made no sound: there was no sound or laughter between them. Just like the congregation at a funeral, they walked evenly in the dark, bowing their heads to each other. It's creepy to see these godless criminals so reverent.
He arrived at the chicken farm without touching any of them.
There are still some figures around the pig house. The wall of the sow’s compartment is lined with candles, dozens of candles. They burned steadily in the silent air, emitting a strong warm glow to the bricks, and rushed to the faces of the few people who were still staring at the mysterious wheat grains.
Leftal was one of them, and the guard that day knelt on Lacey's head. There were also two or three boys. He recognized his face but declined to be named.
Styes make a sound, the sound of feet on the straw when the sow stares at them. Someone is talking, but he doesn't know who it is. The voice of adolescents has a mild voice. When the voice stagnated in the monologue, the guard and the other boy fell down, as if fired, turned and plunged into darkness. Redman climbed closer. Now, time is of the essence. Soon, the first congregation crossed the field and returned to the main building. The body they will see: call the police. If he has not found Lacey yet, then he must find Lacey now.
Leftasser saw him first. She lifted her head from the pigpen and nodded, obviously having nothing to do with his arrival. It seems that his appearance in this place is inevitable, as if all the routes have returned to the farm, the smell of straw houses and excrement. She believes this makes sense. He almost believed it himself.
"Left hand," he said.
She smiled at him openly. The boy next to her raised his head and smiled.
"Are you?" he asked, looking at the boy.
The young man smiled, and Leifertal smiled too.
"No," she said. "No. No. Here."
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