"Wake up? Wake up all the staff and you become a little weird? "
You feel angry and a little hurt. Although Lori has many shortcomings, he doesn’t think it is grotesque. He can understand it, but if Lori paints a map on his office wall, no one will question him. They will ask if he needs help with the brush, polish it here and there or give him more paint.
You said to Grace, "When the painting is finished, I’ll have the bodies of the last members of the 11th exploration team dug up for inspection." Keep putting pressure on the cracks and cause cumulative effects.
"What?" She was shocked because of her background. Grace was disgusted with this blasphemy.
"Because I think it’s necessary, that’s enough." Your performance was called "Lori Feng" by Grace, not because of his violent temper, but because of his stubbornness.
"Cynthia," Grace said, "It doesn’t matter what I think, but you have to make his staff willing to listen to you."
However, you still have a stubborn idea that Lori and Severance can occupy this position forever as long as they obey you. However, this is also a terrible idea. Only a part of the 36 exploration teams may return. You, Grace and Viterbi are getting more and more tired and suspicious until you are old. Your luck will benefit others as well as yourself.
"I’m going to finish it," you said to her soothingly, "because I’ve already finished it."
"Because you don’t finish painting now, it’s so fucking stupid." She also gave in.
"Yeah, that’s right. It would be fucking stupid if I didn’t finish painting."
"Let me help you," she said. Her tone makes you feel uneasy, and you will always feel uneasy.
Let me help you.
"All right," you said stiffly and handed her the extra brush.
But you’re still planning to dig up the dead. You’re still trying to change the configuration like Lori. On weekends, when you are bowling at the Planet Pavilion, you cut out grocery store coupons at home, and when you take a shower, you’re always immersed in this problem when you learn ballroom dancing. Because you usually never do it, if Severance watches you, she will see "weird" evidence, but she doesn’t mind weird evidence. The evidence is that you set a trap for yourself. If you feel trapped now, it can be your own fault.
The day after painting, Grace continued to follow up because she always couldn’t let it go, but this time it was a private roof. You can be sure Cheney had doubts about the roof, just as he suspected that the invisible boundary was maintained by "dark energy" … Grace said, "You have a plan, right? This is part of the plan. I believe you have a plan. "
So you nodded and smiled and said, "I have a plan for Grace" because you don’t want to live up to this letter, because you can’t say, "I have a hunch, a hunch, and I have spoken to someone who should be dead. I have a plant and a sentence." It’s not good to say that.
In the dream, you watch the headquarters and regional wars with a plant in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. From the root, you feel that their conflict has lasted for far more than 30 years-but there are several secret centuries. The headquarters is like the ultimate truth to resist the region. It is objective, clean, complicated and mysterious. Faced with this phenomenon, you can’t help but feel terrible betrayal. Sometimes you admire Lori’s powerful and deadly vitality, just like the violent twisting shadow of a gray curtain wall.
15 lighthouse keeper
The siren on the west side was finally repaired; Fill the white daylight mark near the sea; I also repaired the ladder, but I still feel a little shaky. I don’t know what crashed a foot-wide fence and broke into the garden. There are no deer tracks. Maybe it was a thief’s scientific seance. The shadow of the abyss is like deformed flower petals. I don’t have the strength to patrol on foot, but a flycatcher (not sure what kind) is observed near the lighthouse. The frigate bird, the white-fronted tern, the cormorant, the black-throated long-legged snipe (! ) There are also some yellow-throated long-legged snipes on the beach. A huge poplar fish has been washed ashore, and there are some rotten sail jellyfish in the sand.
The blazing light moved the meteor, the sun fell to the ground, and a big burning flame dragged the burning trail. A moment ago, his head in the beach was clear and blue, but the light and the meteor made the beach tremble, and the burning object suddenly fell, which shocked his consciousness. He tried to escape, but his knees were prostrate and threw himself in the sand. The core of the ball of light around the fire hit him. His teeth in his mouth were shattered, and his bones turned to dust. He tried to get up, but his whole body trembled. The shock wave set off a huge wave like a fresh monster. Rushing towards the beach, the waves hit him, and the heavy pressure destroyed him again, washing away all his cognition. He gasped and struggled painfully, and put his hands into the cold sand, which has a special texture, and the tiny creatures inside are different. He didn’t want to look up, fearing that the surrounding scene had completely changed and he would never recognize it again.
As the waves recede, the burning light has also diminished.
Saul struggled to get up and stumbled for a step or two. He realized that everything around him had returned to its original state. The world he knew was calm and peaceful. The lighthouse stood on the shore and was not damaged by the waves. Seagulls flew around in the distance. A man was looking for shells while walking. He brushed off his shirt and shorts and bent over his knees for a long time. Just now, the impact still affected his hearing, but his memory was still full of shocking power, which made him shudder all over, but it left nothing but melancholy. It seemed that there was a lost world in his memory.
Afterwards, he kept shaking and wondered if he was crazy. It would be too arrogant to think that this was Tianda’s message. There was a picture in the center of falling light, and he could recognize the strange plants with leaves. Each piece seemed to spiral down the steps towards the abyss.
At about 10 o’clock in the afternoon, the rocks are very slippery and covered with sharp hibiscus barnacles. Sea lice have been climbing along the rocks for a long time, emitting a pungent smell. Algae are in bundles of different thicknesses and are gelatinous.
It’s relaxing to sit here and have a rest-looking at the tide pit rocks embedded in his hips at his feet, he tried to control his trembling. He also had his visions, but they were not as strong as this time. He absurdly expected Henry to appear and told him all the symptoms. This man was eager and full of fantasies. Now Death Hunter remembered that he had a little affection for him. However, Saul had never seen Henry and Susan since the incident that night, and sometimes he felt monitored, but this was probably because he believed that Henry said he would "check the white", which means he would come back.
When clouds pass overhead to change the light intensity or when the wind blows over the water and ripples, the tidal pit in front of him becomes blurred and worrying. However, when the sun reappears, he can not only see the reflection of his face and knees, but the pool also seems to have become a living exotic house. He may prefer hiking and bird watching, but he can also understand the charm of the tidal pit.
Obese orange starfish sometimes move clumsily and sometimes lie quietly, half in the water and half out of the water, perching on the bottom of the water, staring at him with bulging eyes like a fish jewel-his lips protrude slightly in a rectangular shape, his eyes are like jewels, and a red crab climbs sideways to a crack, which must be like a bottom black hole leading to the rock. Many miniature caves formed over the years are completely interconnected. If he stares at this miniature habitat for a long time, everything, including his own reflection, will be washed away.
A moment later, Gloria found him here, and Saul might have expected that because of her and the rocks, it was just like Saul’s lighthouse.
She sat next to him as if she had a healthy body. She wore corduroy pants and the hard rock surface wouldn’t slip at all. She sat on a rock rather like a rock piled against another rock. Her strong body forced him to move to one side slightly. Because she had just climbed the rock quickly, she still managed to make a similar "aha" sound, confirming his choice of recreation. He nodded and responded and smiled at her.
For a long time, they sat together and watched. He had decided that he couldn’t tell her what he had just seen. It was wrong to put this burden on her. The only person who could tell her was Charlie, maybe.
The crab was rummaging for something in the sand, and the fish with camouflage color walked slowly on its fins and moved to a small ledge in the shadow. Its fins were brown like a half-folded fan, and a starfish retreated into the water at a hypnotic speed, just like a time-lapse camera captured the lens. At last, the tips of two wrists were shining out of the water.
Gloria finally said, "Why did you come here to work instead of the tool shed or lighthouse?"
"I don’t want to work today." He remembered that his father had seen a comet streaking across the sky in an ancient handwritten book, and there were strange creatures in the sand shaking in the explosion of the beach. How should he interpret this information?
"Yes, I don’t want to go to school sometimes," she said, "but at least you can earn money."
"I can earn money, yes," he said. "They will never give you money for studying."
"They should give me money. I have to put up with many things." He wondered in his mind what she had to put up with. Maybe it was a lot.
"Learning is very important," he said, because he felt it necessary, as if Gloria’s mother was patting the ground with her feet behind them.