Chapter 448:

The man and boy walked hand in hand along the corridor towards the governor's palace. Lacey remained silent again, but his expression was no longer so manic. It seems that the tears of cleansing may have approached. He smelled it. There was a sound in his throat.
He clasped Redman's hand tightly, and then relaxed completely.
Ahead, the front hall is in darkness. Someone broke the light bulb recently. It was still shaking slightly on the cable, and the dim light from the window illuminated it.
"Come on. There's nothing to be afraid of. Come on, boy."
Lacey bent over to hold Redman's hand and bit the meat. The two were so fast that he let the boy go and then stopped himself. When Lacey walked from the corridor through the corridor, he stepped on his heels and walked away. Regardless of. He can't go far. Redman used to be happy that this place has walls and bars.
Redman crossed the dark vestibule to the secretary's office. Nothing moved. The person who broke the bulb kept very quiet.
The phone was also smashed. Not only broken, but also smashed on the forge.
Redman doubled and returned to the Governor's room. There is a phone there. He will not be stopped by vandals. Of course, the door was locked, but Redman was prepared for it. He smashed the frosted glass on the door and window with his elbow, and went straight to the other side. There is no key there.
He thought about it, then put his shoulder on the door. It is strong, solid wood, and the lock quality is good. When the lock was locked, his shoulder was sore, the wound on his stomach reopened, and he entered the room.
Straw was everywhere on the floor. The smell inside makes the sty look sweet. The Governor lay behind his desk, his heart was eaten.
"Pig," Redman said. "Pig. Pig." Said, "Pig", he reached out and called.
He turned around and saw the blow. It broke his bones and nose. The room was messy and white.
The front hall is no longer dark. The candles are burning, it seems that there are hundreds of candles on every corner and on every edge. But then his head began to swim, his vision blurred by a concussion. It could have been a candle, plus the feeling of being unable to believe the truth.
He was standing in the middle of the stage in the vestibule, not knowing how to stand, because his legs felt numb and it was useless under him. At the edge of his sight, besides the candlelight, he could hear people talking. No, not really talking. They are inappropriate words. They are nonsense sounds made by people who may or may not have been there.
Then he heard the sow's cooing, a low, asthmatic cooing, and then she emerged from the swimming light of the candle. She is no longer smart and beautiful. Her flanks scorched, her beaded eyes withered, and her nose distorted the truth to some extent. She staggered towards him very slowly, and slowly, the figure across her became obvious. Of course it was Tommy Lacey, as naked as the day he was born, his body as hairless as pink hair, as hairless as her first child, his face was ruthless. Now his eyes are hers, because he guided the big sow with his ears. The sound of the sow, the popping sound, did not come from the pig’s mouth, but from the pig’s mouth. He is the voice of a pig.
Redman said his name silently. Not Lacey, but Tommy. The boy didn't seem to hear it. Only then, when the pig and her rider approached, Redman recorded why he didn't fall on his face.
There is a rope around his neck.
Even though he thought of this idea, the noose tightened and his feet were dragged into the air. There is no pain, but terrible horror, worse than pain, even worse than pain, opened in his heart, and a canyon full of loss and regret, he all sank into it.
Below him, the sow and the boy stopped under their swaying feet. The boy was still grunting, climbing down from the pig and squatting beside the beast. Redman could see the boy's curved spine and the flawless skin on his back through the pale air. He also saw the knotted rope protruding from between his pale hips, the ends frayed. It is like a pig's tail to the whole world.
The sow raised her head, although her eyes were invisible.
He likes to think that she has suffered and will suffer until she dies. It is enough to think of this. Then the sow opened her mouth and she spoke. He wasn't sure where these words came from, but they came. A boy's voice was talking.
It said: "This is the state of the beast, eating and being eaten."
Then the sow laughed and Redman felt that although he believed he was numb, when Lacey's tooth bit off his foot, the first time he felt the pain was shocked, and the boy got up. , Slapped, lifted the body of his savior and kissed his life.
Nothing is more important than her: her name is Qian. The Elysium Theater’s publicity announced that she became famous with three-inch Roman bold lettering and yellow letters on a black background: "Diane Duvall: The star of "Love the Child."
Love child. This is probably the worst soap opera in the history of the genre. It has to linger on the screen of the entire country, with two fixed hours of written characters and heinous dialogues every week. Therefore, the show and the performers Has been well received almost overnight, and became a bright star in the TV rhinestone paradise. Diane Duval gleamed and was the brightest.
Maybe she is not born to like playing classical music, but is her good box office. In this day and age, with theaters becoming obsolete, what matters is the number of punters on seats.
Calloway has succumbed to the fact that this is not a certain twelfth night, but if the production is successful and Diana plays the role of viola, it has every opportunity and may open up to him in the West End. Door. In addition, working with Miss who is constantly pursuing and demanding is compensated.
Galloway pulled up his pants and looked down at her. She gave him that bright smile, which was the kind of smile she used in the letter. The expression 5 in the track is between and.
He confessed his smile with his inventory, it was a small but loving expression, and the genuine thing came from the far side of the yard.
Then he checked his watch.
"God, we are late, dear."
She licked her lips. Does she really like the taste?
"I better fix my hair," she said, standing up and looking up at the long mirror in the shower. "Yes."
"Are you ok?"
He said, "It couldn't be better." He kissed her gently on the nose and let her tease.
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