我进入张恒家继续打劫,四处翻来,什么也没有。
今天已经没有刀子可以偷了,只有昨天零点掉在他家地上的杀贴。
「This is part of my master piece: As the man lay dying from his stab wound, he grabbed ahold of my sleeve and insistently whispered: “me...innocent…no...” I saw some sort of light in his eyes slowly extinguish, and I realized that he would never tell me the truth. He was made with lies, and now these lies will no longer alive. Only now I start to get into him, slowly, slowly I remove his mask...」