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Chapter 527 The Horror of Selective Amnesia

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    However, when I finish this sentence.

    I suddenly heard a burst of violent breathing.

    It was only then that I realized that maybe he had been suppressing that anger just now, what I said.

    The so-called boxing may have been hitting one's own body, or hitting the air.

    He seemed to be tired.

    Or maybe the next time he wakes up, maybe regains consciousness, the whole person starts to adjust his breathing, and when he adjusts his breathing, I have a gap and can pull away.

    Because a person still needs a certain distance when breathing, and will maintain a certain distance from the air when he exhales and exhales.

    However, at the moment when I wanted to break free, his hand firmly wrapped around my neck again.

    "Damn it."

    I just yelled out.

    At this moment, I may be completely different from the previous image. I have never said anything similar to this, or in front of him.

    Now I can hear Pepe¡¯s crying in my left ear, and strong breathing in my right ear, but I can¡¯t hear my own voice. You should know how frightening this situation is. You can¡¯t find it at all.  Your own traces, your own voice, you seem to have died in a black prison.

    Or he said it's a little bit like already.

    I was deprived of vision, deprived of senses, because I didn't dare to open my eyes at all, I opened them suddenly.

    All I saw were clips that made my hair stand on end.

    What do you want me to say and do?

    "Teacher He, I'm sorry."

    I finally heard his voice from his mouth.

    I finally seemed, as if I had found a little bit of air.

    But I don't know why, even though he is so unreasonable, even though he is so strange, it makes me feel unreasonable.

    I don't seem to be able to properly handle this matter, because it seems that all this has lost all direction and balance.

    The feeling he gave me at that time was nothing more than strange.

    Or rather.

    Disgusted.

    But those disgusts are not the kind of disgust that grow from the bottom of my heart.

    It is true.

    It's almost impossible to escape.

    It makes people feel completely distracted.

    People began to feel some pity.

    In other words, it seems that no matter what he does, how he hurts my feelings, treats my spirit a little bit, I seem to be able to find some commonalities to understand him, I know this is not advisable, if this happens many times  If not, it will only make me feel scarred.

    But that seems to be the case.

    It seems that no matter how I try to hear something I don't want to hear, it will make me have some troubles.

    I just want him to have a good talk with me after he calms down.

    I listen carefully.

    At this moment, I am also a little bit attached to it.

    I don't know what I should do, anyway, I think it's all over.

    So I also started to try to calm down and calm down my mood, watching him slowly take his hand away, the whole person standing in the rain, and when I was still a little unstable, I followed the umbrella  He supported them together, but this time he didn't, and went directly to remove the umbrella. He seemed to have woken up for a while.

    I swallowed several times and took many deep breaths.

    I tried to communicate with him.

    But in the end, it seems that the results are not very fruitful.

    Because I can't find a common magnetic field and a frequency.

    It seems that everything has begun to be a little out of my plan, or that this itself is out of my plan, but now I can't feel that kind of feeling, we can feel the feeling of being in harmony together, I  Seems to have disappeared that I can feel all my calling.

    I'm empty, I don't have a sense of existence.

    Just when I was thinking, what tone and method should I use to start our chat now.

    suddenly realized.

    The next second of these things.

    skinny monkey?? He suddenly.

    "Mr. He, you, I'm sorry, I let you see a joke today."

    Thin Monkey, I don¡¯t know how to evaluate this at the beginning, because he is always apologizing, and when his apology contains some sincerity, there is some uncomfortable feeling, as if it is true.  A special kind of emptiness, the special exhaustion that comes out, the panic and irritability at the end.

    Feel that he is particularly impatient.

    However, these things must be clearly expressed.

    "Mr. He, don't tell grandpa everything in my heart."

    "Mr. He, and I think I really have a problem. Maybe I really want to go to the hospital to have a look, but we don't have those hospitals in big cities here. Those hospitals like that in them will make money one day  , I made a lot of money."

    He took a deep breath.

    On and off there.

    It seems that there is no complete sentence at all.

    "I'll go to the hospital again, I don't know why, every time I mention these things, I feel like I'm crazy and I can't control myself"

    "Why don't we just leave it like this, let's stop thinking about it."

    This sentence was not said by me, but from his mouth.

    He ended talking to himself, and I didn't say anything at all.

    I don't know, how should I talk to him again.

    I always feel that no matter how you say it, it will be like that.

    It's that simple, boring, and boring.

    "Well, it's like this. First of all, you can clarify your thinking a little bit. You just looked very scary. I hope you can realize this. If you have recording equipment or some film and television equipment, you can definitely go to it.  It's a movie."

    "The next thing is, I want to tell you one thing, that little guy Pepe, half of his crying was because you were scared to cry, and the other half was because he was scared to cry."

    "So I hope you can figure it out, you have really become a dangerous person now."

    I said these words to him not to put any pressure on him, but to let him know.

    What he just did has affected everyone around us.

    Thin Monkey was stunned for a moment. I could tell from his expression that he didn't seem to know that Pepe was crying.

    It turned out that it had turned into such a terrifying scene.

    I think this has to rise to some particularly large psychiatric hospitals before they can register some guests.

    Even some psychological hypnosis is needed.

    He must have, forgot some particularly important passages.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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