Chapter 22 Chapter 21

After leaving my parents in the hospital, I went to see Ray.What is Singh doing.He and I spent a period of fourteen years together, and now I see his head on the pillow, black hair, dark skin against the yellow sheets, and I have always loved him, and I have never changed.He closed his eyes, and I counted every lash on his eyelashes, and if I hadn't died, he'd almost become my boyfriend, and possibly the love of my life.He is as important as my family, and I don't want to leave my family, let alone him. We used to skip class and hide on the scaffolding behind the school auditorium. Ruth was under the scaffolding, and Ray was so close to me. I could feel his breath and smell the faint clove and cinnamon on his body.For some reason, I always picture him sprinkling cloves and cinnamon on cornflakes for breakfast every morning.A masculine scent wafted from him, completely different from mine, quite mysterious.

At that moment, I knew he was going to kiss me, but until he did, I kept my distance from Ray, both in and out of school, and tried not to be alone with him.Although I am very looking forward to his kiss, I am also very scared. Everyone tells me how wonderful the first kiss is. I also read a lot of stories in Seventeen, Vogue, Glamor and other magazines. Our first kiss wasn't as good as everyone, or the magazines, made it out to be.To put it plainly, I am afraid that I am not good enough, and I am afraid that after my first kiss, not only will he not fall in love with me, but he will dump me instead.Still, I collect first kiss stories everywhere.

The first kiss is destiny.One day my grandma said on the phone, I was holding the receiver, and my father went to another room to ask my mother to listen to the phone. I heard my father talking in the kitchen, and I felt as if I was very drunk. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely wear a lipstick that is as seductive as Ice and Fire, but it is a pity that Revlon did not have such a lipstick back then, otherwise that man must have my lipstick marks on his face. mom?My mom said from the extension in the bedroom. Abigail, Suzy and I were talking about kissing. Mom, how much did you drink?Mom said.

Susie, look, grandma said: people who are not very good at kissing can also talk sourly. How does a kiss feel?I asked. Ah, it's the question of kissing again, and my mother said: I will let you grandchildren talk about it yourself.I have forced my parents to tell me how many times I want to hear what they have to say, but after asking for a long time I still can’t find out why. I can only imagine that my parents are shrouded in cigarette smoke, layers of smoke, I can vaguely see the lips of the two touching together like a superficial touch. After a while, grandma said softly, "Susie, are you still listening?"

Yes, grandma. Grandma was quiet for a few seconds, and then said to me: I was kissed by an adult when I was your age, that was my first kiss, and that person was my dad's friend. grandmother!Really?I was really taken aback. You won't reveal my secret, will you? Won't. It felt so good, Grandma said: He knows how to kiss.After that, all the boys who kissed me were unbearable and I had to put my hands on their chests to push them away a little.Mr. McGahn was different. He was a master kisser. Well, what happened next? I feel like I'm riding a cloud, she said: Knowing it's wrong, but it feels really good, at least I like it very much.I never asked him how he was feeling and had no chance to be alone with him after that.

Do you want to try again? Of course I do, I've been looking for that first kiss feeling. How about grandpa? Not very clever, she said, I heard the sound of ice clinking on the other end of the phone, and although it was only a very brief moment, I will always remember Mr. McGahn.Any boy wanna kiss you? My parents never asked me this question, but I now know that they already knew it.My parents already knew who my crush was, and they had secretly exchanged knowing smiles behind my back. I swallowed and said hesitantly: Yes. What's his name? thunder.singh. do you like him like.

So, what are you hesitating about? I'm afraid I'm not good enough. Suzy? What? Baby, just be fun and be happy. The afternoon Ray kissed me, I was standing by my locker when I heard Ray calling me.He was standing behind me instead of on top of me and I was so nervous it wasn't fun at all.Before this, everything was black and white, but now I don't know what's going on, I can only say that my heart is up and down, it's not true that someone is shaking me up and down, I'm happy and nervous , As a result, of course my heart was in a panic. thunder.Before I could speak, he had already pressed his lips to my slightly parted mouth.Even though I had been waiting for weeks, his kiss came so suddenly that I just wanted more.I really want to kiss Ray again.singh.

On the morning when Ruth came home, Mr. Conness helped Ruth cut a report from the newspaper, which described how the builder planned to fill the sinkhole of Finargen's house, and attached a detailed topographical map .When Ruth was getting dressed upstairs, Mr. Conness put a note to his daughter next to the newspaper clippings, saying: This project is a sham, and some unlucky person will drive his car into the pit in the future . My dad said the sinkhole looked like a death trap.Ray parked his blue Chevy in the driveway of Ruth's house, and Ruth got into the car, waving a newspaper clipping in her hand, and said: My dad said that the builder planned to cut the land around here into several pieces to build a house, My family will be surrounded by these houses.Look at this newspaper clipping, do you see these four three-dimensional squares that look like the students in the elementary class of art?They thought they could explain the whole filling project on the basis of these squares.

Good morning Ruth, nice to see you too.Ray greeted half-jokingly, and as he backed out of the driveway, he looked at Ruth, who was still not buckled up in the passenger seat. Sorry, I was so busy talking I forgot to say hello, Ruth said: Hi. What does the clipping say?Ray asked. Ah, the weather is so nice today. Well, cut it off and tell me what the clipping says. He and Ruth saw each other only once in a few months, and every time he saw her she was quick-tempered and inquisitive as usual, and it was her quick-temper and curiosity that had kept them friends. The first three pictures are similar, the only difference is that the arrows point to different places, and the arrows also indicate topsoil, crushed lime, and scattered stones. The last picture has a big title of filling the sinkhole, There is also a small line under the title: Cement fills the throat pipe, and cement slurry fills the crack.

Throat tube?Ray asked suspiciously. Yes, that's what the clipping says, and Ruth says: there's more to it.An arrow was drawn on the other side of the picture, and next to the arrow it said: Then the sinkhole was filled with sand.They think the project is so big that if they don't draw an arrow, readers won't understand what they're going to do.They think that with an arrow pointing, readers will suddenly understand. Ray laughed. They made the whole project look like a medical operation, and Ruth said, "Attention everyone, we're going to do a precision surgery to repair the ground."

I think a lot of people have a deep-rooted fear of sinkholes. I totally agree, Ruth said: Watch out, there's a throat in the sinkhole, what the hell is that!Let's go and see. After driving for a mile or two, some signs of new housing construction appeared on the side of the road. Ray turned left and drove into a new land. The trees in this area were all cleared, and the road was newly paved. An equal, waist-high emblem with small red and yellow flags flying at the top. They thought there were only the two of them nearby, and they were about to start exploring this uninhabited place when they suddenly saw Joe.Alice went ahead. Ruth and Ray didn't say hello, and Joe didn't seem to see them either. My mom said he was still living at home and couldn't find a job. What does he do all day?Ray asked. Get busy with being scary, I thought. Oh, he still can't forget that.Ray said.Ruth looked at the rows of empty construction sites outside the window. The two drove in silence for a while. Ray drove back to the main road. They passed behind the railway and headed towards Highway 30. If you drive straight ahead, you can drive to the sinkhole. Ruth put her hand out the window, feeling a puff of dampness on her arms from the morning's rain.After my disappearance, although Ray was misunderstood, he understood why the police came to him, and he also knew that the police were only doing their duty.But everyone thought it was Joe.Iris tortured and killed cats and dogs in the community, but he didn't know that it was actually Mr. Harvey's good deed.Joe can't forget the accusations against him. He hangs around all day long, deliberately keeps a distance from his neighbors, and only hopes to find comfort from kittens and dogs.What saddens me the most is that the little animals seem to smell his frustration and run away as soon as they see him. Ray and Ruth were driving on Highway 30, passing the Ilsrod Highway, and there was a barbershop nearby, and I saw Ryan coming out of the apartment above the barbershop, holding a student The small backpack given to him by the hostess of the apartment went to the car.This woman was taking a class in criminology at a community college, and one day she followed everyone on a tour of the police station, where she ran into Ryan, and after the tour, she asked Ryan if he wanted to go out for a cup of coffee, and that's how they got to know each other .He stuffed some things in his small backpack, some of which he wanted to show my dad, and some of which were photos that all parents in the world would not want to see. In the photos were some corpses that were discovered recently, and every corpse can be seen to both intact elbows of the deceased. He called my dad at the hospital, and the nurse told him that Mr. Shamon was with his wife and family.He pulled into the hospital parking lot and sat in the car for a while.The scorching sun came in through the car window, and the inside of the car was as hot as an oven. He sat in the car without saying a word, feeling more and more guilty. I could feel Ryan's inner struggle. He thought carefully about what to say. After thinking about it for a long time, there was still only one thought in his mind.From the end of 1975 to the present, for nearly seven years, he and my family have less and less contact. He knows that my parents want the police to find my body or hear that Mr. Harvey has been arrested. to the case, but all he could give my parents was a trinket. He grabbed his backpack, locked the car door, and walked past the little florist at the hospital gate, who had rearranged bouquets of narcissus in a bucket.He knew my dad's ward number, so he walked straight to the ward without asking the nurse on duty on the fifth floor, and knocked on the door a few times before entering. Mom turned her back to him, but when she turned around, I immediately saw his surprised expression. Mom held Dad's hand, and suddenly I felt so lonely. Mom met Ryan's gaze, a little uncomfortable at first, but quickly greeted her in her usual way. Hi Ryan, would it be nice to see you?She tried joking. Ryan, Daddy reluctantly says hello, Abby, can you sit me up? Mr. Shamon, are you feeling better?Ryan asked, and Mom pressed the button with the arrow up next to the hospital bed. Please call me Jack.Dad insisted. Please don't get too excited, Ryan said: We still haven't got him. Dad was obviously quite disappointed. Mom helped Dad adjust the pillows on his neck and back and asked, "So, what are you doing here?" We found something Suzie.Ryan said. Mom vaguely remembered Ryan coming to the house with the hat with the bell on it and saying pretty much the same thing. Last night, Mom first watched Dad fall into a deep sleep. After Dad woke up, he saw Mom leaning against his pillow, sleeping soundly. They both tried to get rid of that terrible memory. On that snowy night, it was freezing outside, they were close to each other, and neither of them said what they wanted to say most.Dad was the first to say it last night: She's never coming home, and everyone who knows me for the past eight years has accepted that as an undeniable fact, but Dad has to say it himself, and Mom needs to hear it from Dad. It was the little thing that fell off her bracelet, Ryan said: a piece of Penn stone with her initials on it. I bought it for her, Dad said, and bought it for her at the Thirty Street station one day when I was in town on errands.There's a little booth next to the store, and there's a guy in the goggles who engraves people's names for free, and I bought one for Lindsay, Abigail, you remember? I remember.Mom said. We found it near a cemetery in Connecticut. My parents suddenly stopped moving like animals trapped in ice. Their eyes were wide open and their eyes were dull.Please, please, someone come over and wake them up. It wasn't Suzie, and Ryan quickly broke the silence, but that meant Harvey had something to do with several murders in Delaware and Connecticut.The grave is near Hartford, Connecticut, where police found the Penn stone. Mom and Dad watched Ryan awkwardly undo the jammed zipper. Mom smoothed Dad's hair back and tried to get Dad's attention, but Dad only thought of what Ryan said, and there was only one thought in his mind: The police are back on my murder case!Mom finally felt that she and Dad had finally faced reality, but now that the news came out, she didn't want to start all over again.She barely concealed the displeasure in her heart, but when she heard George.The name Harvey, she was completely stunned.From the very beginning, she didn't know what to say, and it was better for her not to mention Mr. Harvey than to get Mr. Harvey arrested.She felt that thinking about Harvey was tantamount to letting him control her life, and that she might as well forget about him, let him disappear from memory. Ryan took out a large sealed plastic bag, and his parents saw a shiny thing in the corner of the plastic bag, Ryan handed the plastic bag to his mother, she picked up the bag and put it on the place. Don't the police need this thing?Dad asked. We've checked it out, Ryan said: We've noted where we found it, we've taken photos as required, and I may ask you to return it to me in the future, but until then, it's yours. Abby, open the bag.Dad said. I watched my mother open the bag, Jack, this is yours, and she said: This is a gift for you. Dad reached into the bag tremblingly, running his fingers over the small, sharp edges of the Penn stone, and took a moment to get it out.Seeing his cautious appearance, I thought of the surgery game I played with Linxi when I was a child. He seemed afraid that if he touched a plastic bag, the alarm would be set off, and everything around him would be confiscated. How can you be sure he killed those other girls?Mom asked, staring at the Penn stone in Dad's hand, the little trinket gleaming in his hand. Nothing is 100% sure.Ryan said. He said the same thing before, and the words were still in her ears, and they still echoed in her ears.Ryan spoke a certain set of words, and my father borrowed this sentence to comfort the family. This sentence implied unnecessary hope, but it was actually the cruelest excuse. I want you to leave now.she says. Abigail.Dad protested quietly. I can't take it anymore. Ryan, I'm so glad I got this little thing.Dad said. Ryan gave Dad a hat-off gesture and turned to leave.Before her mother left home, he used his body to express a special kind of love for her. People often forget everything through sex, and now he is like this.Because of this, he went more and more often upstairs to the barber shop to find the woman who bought him coffee. I was going south to find Ruth and Ray, but I saw Mr. Harvey on the way.He drives a classic orange car, assembled from parts of the same model, that looks as scary as Frankenstein.A long rope was hooked to the hood of the car, and the hood rattled when the car moved and air ran in. No matter how hard he hit the gas pedal, the engine just wouldn't listen and he couldn't accelerate.He had slept next to an empty grave the night before, and in his dream he had seen 5! 5! 5!jersey number, he woke up before dawn and drove straight to Pennsylvania. Mr. Harvey's figure was growing more and more indistinct, and looked rather strange.Over the years, he tried his best to control himself from not wanting the women who died under his hands, but now these women seemed to appear in front of him one by one. The first time he was violent with a girl was purely accidental, he had no intention of hurting her, but once his emotions got out of control, he couldn't control himself.Whether it was true or not, at least that's what he told himself afterwards.He and the girl went to the same high school, and the girl didn't go to school later, but he didn't find it strange. He moved too many times since he was a child, and when he was in high school, he thought that the girl was just like him. So, transferred to other schools.He raped the girl silently, and although he regretted it later, he didn't think it would leave permanent scars in their hearts.He seemed to be driven by external forces that afternoon, and this happened as a result. After the incident, the girl stared blankly ahead, her eyes were blank. After a while, she put on the torn panties and tucked them into the skirt of the skirt The belt, holding the panties in place with the belt, neither of them spoke, and she was gone.He cut the back of his hand with a pocket knife so that if his dad asked about the blood on his body, he could point to the back of his hand and say: Look, I accidentally cut my hand. But his father didn't ask, and no one asked him to question him. The girl's father, brother, or the police never showed up. Halfway through the drive, he vaguely felt someone beside him, and I clearly saw the girl he raped.A few years after she left school, she died in the fire one night when her brother fell asleep halfway through a cigarette.I saw her sitting in the front seat of the car and thought Mr. Harvey would think of me someday. After Mr. Harvey dumped my body near Finargen's house, the area has not changed much. The only obvious change is that there are more orange high-voltage electricity towers around.The sinkhole was getting bigger and bigger, the southeast corner of Finargen's house had sunk, and the vestibule had sunk quietly into the ground.The other side of the road was overgrown with weeds. For safety reasons, Lei parked his car near the construction site.Nevertheless, one side of the car still reached the edge of the construction site.What happened to the Finer family?Lei asked and got out of the car. My dad said the construction company bought the land and they took the money and left. Ruth, it feels eerie in here.Ray said. They crossed the road, and there were clouds of smoke floating in the light blue sky. From here, they could only recognize Hall's garage on the other side of the railway. Well, I don't know Hall.Is Hankel still the owner of the garage?Ruth said: I used to have a crush on him. After she finished speaking, she turned and looked at the construction site, both of them were silent.The sinkhole shrinks day by day with the progress of the project, Ruth moves towards the entrance, followed closely by Ray.The sinkhole looks like a big mud pit from a distance. The soil has just started to dry, and some weeds grow around the hole, which doesn't look too scary.But if you look closely, you will feel that there is no way to get here. There is a big light chocolate-colored hole in front of you. The pothole is soft and seems to be alive. Once you put something on it, it will be sucked in immediately. How do you know the sinkhole won't swallow us in?Ray asked. We are not heavy enough.Ruth said. Please be careful, if you feel something is wrong, please stop immediately. I looked at them and couldn't help but think of how I held Buckley's little hand tightly when Dad brought us here to throw away the refrigerator.Dad was busy talking to Mr. Finargen, and Buckley and I walked to the edge of the sinkhole, and I swear I felt the ground vibrate slightly under my feet. It was like walking in a churchyard and suddenly sinking into a mole Like a hole dug by a rat. I found a picture of a mole in a book, and it was the thought of these cute sniffing little creatures with poor eyesight that made me more accepting of being buried in a sinkhole.I figured I was lying in a thick metal safe anyway, and the mole couldn't bite me if he wanted to. Ruth walked cautiously forward, and I thought of my dad laughing on that long-ago drive home.On the way home, I made up a story to tell my younger brother. I said that a whole village lived under the sinkhole. No one knew where they lived. Think of these things as gifts from above.As soon as our refrigerator arrived in the village, I said: Everyone in the village is very grateful to us.These dwarfs love to fix things, and they love nothing more than restoring broken things to their original state, and our refrigerator is plenty for them.Dad laughed out loud, filling the car with his laughter. Ruth, Ray said: that's enough, don't go any further. Ruth stepped on the soft hole with her front foot and the hard hole with her back foot. Looking at her, I suddenly felt that she seemed to be planning to wave her hands, stretch out her arms, and jump into the hole to be with me.But Ray stepped forward and stood behind her. You see, Ray said: Earth apparently hiccupped. The three of us watched a metal object float out of the corner at the same time. Ah, the 1969 Maytag washing machine.Ray said. But it wasn't a washing machine or a safe, it was an old red gas stove moving slowly across the floor. Have you ever thought about Suzy.Where will Shamon's body be buried?Ruth asked. The weeds on the ground obscured their blue car, and I wanted to emerge from under the ground next to the car, cross the road, walk down the sinkhole, and then come up and tap Ruth on the shoulder and say: I'm Suzie ah!You guessed it!You are right, I am right here! No, Ray said: I leave that up to you. Things change so fast here, every time I come back something is missing, our place is more and more different from other places.she says. Would you like to come and see the house?Lei asked with his mouth, but he was thinking of me.At the age of thirteen, he fell in love with me inexplicably.He remembers walking home from school one time, and I was walking ahead of him in a strange plaid skirt, with Halliday's fur on my coat, and I tossed my brown hair, thinking the afternoon sun was shining on me. There were circles of light and shadow behind me, and it was because of these small movements that Lei who was following me fell in love with me.A few days later, he read the report aloud in the social class class. He should read the report on the 1812 War, but accidentally read the reading experience of "Jane Eyre". I glanced at him, and he felt that I saw him The appearance is very cute. Ray walked towards the old house of Finargen's family. The house was about to be demolished soon, and Ruth's father had already removed the valuable doorknobs and faucets in the house.Ray walked into the house, but Ruth was still standing by the sinkhole. At this moment, Ruth clearly saw me standing next to her, and my eyes were fixed on the place where Mr. Harvey abandoned the body. Suzie.Ruth called me softly, and as soon as I said my name, she felt that I was beside her. But I didn't say anything. Over the years, I have been writing poems for you.Ruth said she wanted to convince me to stay, she had waited her entire life for this moment, and now her wish had finally come true.Suzy, don't you want something?she asked. As soon as the words left my mouth, I disappeared. Ruth, blind-eyed, waited in the yellow Pennsylvania sun.Her question kept lingering in my ears: don't you want something? The garage on the other side of the track was empty, and Hall decided to take the day off to take Samuel and Buckley to a motorcycle show.Buckley took a fancy to a red mini car and kept touching the mold of the front wheel. Hall and Samuel stood aside and looked at Buckley. Buckley's birthday was coming, and Hall wanted to put Samuel's center The saxophone was given to my younger brother, but grandma had a different opinion: he needs something to beat, and you can keep those Wenchu ​​musical instruments for yourself.So Hall and Samuel together paid for a set of second-hand drums for the younger brother. Grandma went to the shopping mall to pick out some simple and elegant clothes, maybe my mother would listen to her and change into these dresses she picked out by herself.Grandma is an expert in buying clothes. She skilfully rummaged through the clothes on the shelf, and finally picked out a dark blue dress from the whole row of black clothes. A woman next to her was looking at the dress in Grandma's hand. I could see her His eyes were full of jealousy. In the hospital, Mom read yesterday's newspaper aloud to Dad.Dad watched her lips move up and down, he didn't pay attention to what she said, he just waited for the chance to kiss her again. Oh, and Lindsay. In broad daylight, I saw Mr. Harvey turning around and driving near his home. He thought he was as inconspicuous as before, and he was not afraid of being seen. However, many neighbors said that they would always remember Mr. Harvey's appearance.Everyone always thought he was a weirdo, and then everyone quickly deduced that the dead wife he mentioned on different occasions might be his victim. Lindsay is home alone. Mr. Harvey drove past Knight's house. Nate's mother was picking flowers in the front yard. As soon as the car passed by, she looked up. Although the old patchwork car looked quite unfamiliar, she did not see the driver's seat. Mr. Harvey on the board, she thought that the neighbor's kid's college classmates drove here to play, so she didn't pay much attention.Mr. Harvey turned left and followed the curving road to his former street.Halliday was whining at my feet, the same sad sound he used to make every time we took him to the vet. Luanna.With Singer's back to Mr. Harvey, I could see from the dining room window of her house arranging the neatly organized bookcase, alphabetizing new purchases.Children in the community swinging in the yard and chasing them with water guns may be the next victims. He made a detour around my house and drove past the small park across from Gilbert's house.Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert were at home, and Mr. Gilbert was very old.After passing the small park, he saw the house he used to live in. Although the exterior paint of the house was no longer green, my family and I always called it the green house.The new owners painted the house a lavender-like lavender, added a swimming pool, and added a large fir-wood verandah to the side of the house, near the basement windows, filled with potted ivy and children's toys.There used to be a row of flower beds in front of the house, but now it has been paved as a walkway, and the new owner has also installed anti-fog glass windows in the front yard. Through the windows, he can vaguely see a place that looks like a study.He heard the laughter of a little girl in the backyard. A woman came out of the gate with leaf pruning shears and a straw hat. When she saw the man in the old orange car, she suddenly felt a throbbing pain. , as if someone had punched and kicked her in the stomach.She turned around abruptly and walked back into the house, staring at the man in the car through the window, waiting to see what he was going to do. He drove along the road, passing several houses. My baby sister is at home.Through the window, he could see Lindsay upstairs in my house.Her hair had been cut short and thinner over the years, but he knew that the girl upstairs was indeed Lindsay.There was a small drawing table by the window on the second floor. She used the small table as a chair and sat on it to read a book on psychology. Just then, I saw them emerge from the other side of the road one by one. Mr. Harvey took a look at my house, thinking that the rest of my family didn't know where they were.He was wondering if my dad still had a limp in his feet, and in heaven, I saw the ghosts of small animals and women drifting away from Mr. Harvey's house. They were the last ghosts to occupy Mr. Harvey's house. I saw them drifting away in pieces, but Mr. Harvey was completely unaware. sheet.On the day when the tent was set up, he talked to Dad about me, and he looked Dad in the eyes without revealing any flaws.Ah, and the dog that was barking outside his house was probably dead. Lindsey's figure moved through the window, Mr. Harvey looked at Lindsey, and I stared at him.She stood up, turned and walked to the large bookcase across the room, reached for another book, and walked back to the small table by the window.He watched her move around the room, following her with his eyes, and suddenly, there was a flash of light in the rearview mirror, and he saw a police car approaching slowly from the street behind. He knew that he couldn't escape the police's supervision, so he sat in the car, ready to put on his usual expression when facing the police.Over the past few decades, he has been used to putting on a listless look. The police think he is pathetic and even hate him, but they never regard him as a criminal.A cop walks to his car, ghosts hover in the air, women float into his car, and kittens curl up at his feet. Are you lost?asked the young policeman, his cheeks flushed in the light of the orange car. I used to live near here.Mr. Harvey said, I was shocked to hear that he actually told the truth. Someone called the police to report seeing a suspicious vehicle. Well, I see a house is going to be built in the cornfield.Mr Harvey said.The ghosts were still in the air, and the pieces of his dismembered body were raining down from the sky into his car, and I knew I could join them. They want to expand the school. I think this area looks more prosperous.he said eagerly. You better leave.The police said that although he felt embarrassed for the man in the battered classic car, he took down the car's license plate number. I don't intend to scare anyone. Mr. Harvey is a veteran, but at this moment, I don't care how he deals with the police. I only care about Lindsay who is reading in the house. She concentrates on reading textbooks and absorbing the knowledge in the books page by page. To be a psychiatrist, I think she's so smart and healthy, and that's the only thing I care about.I thought about the episode that happened in the front yard just now. Fortunately, it was broad daylight, the neighbor's mother became suspicious, and the police showed up in time. We were lucky, so my sister was safe and sound.But who can guarantee her safety every day? Ruth didn't tell Ray she saw me, she promised herself to write about it in her diary.They were halfway back to the car when Ray saw what looked to be a violet plant in a pile of waste beside the road. Look, it's a periwinkle, and he says to Ruth, I'm going over there and pick a sprig or two for my mother. OK, take your time.Ruth said. Ray got into the weed pile next to the car, and carefully climbed to the waste mound to pick flowers, while Ruth stood quietly beside the car. Lei has already pushed my figure out of his mind, he only thinks of his mother's smile, picking some wild flowers like this and bringing them home, my mother will be very happy to see them, he thinks of his mother smiling and spreading the petals flat, and then picking them up from the bookcase Take down a heavy dictionary or encyclopedia, and carefully place the flowers in the pages with black letters on a white background.He climbed up the waste mound as he thought, and he planned to go to the other side to see if there were more wildflowers, but soon there was no one there. I watched Lei disappear on the other side of the waste mound, at this moment, the stabbing pain in my heart suddenly spread along the spine.I heard Halladi let out a low cry from the back of his throat. There was fear in the cry, and I knew it was not Lindsay.Mr. Harvey drove to the sinkhole. He saw orange high-voltage power towers around the same color as his car. This was the place where he abandoned his body. He remembered his mother's amber necklace pendant, and she put the pendant on it. The pendant was still warm when it was handed to him. Ruth saw the women in their bloodstained pajamas, one by one, stuffed into the car, and she walked towards the women. Mr. Harvey drove past Ruth, and my morgue was on the side of the road.All she could see were the blood-stained women, and then passed out. At this moment, I fell to the mortal world.