Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第270/327页)

bckjacket,gettiopullthetriggerwhenImagination,withoutwaitingforhermastertogivetheand,alreadyflewtowardsthemaninredandturheswithisbrain.Anothermiraclehappehemanthrewawayhisgun,hoveredoverthemaninthebckjacketmurmuringinanguish,

    “Heybro,bro,don’tyoudieonme.Ishotatyouiofthemoment.YouandIarebothhumanbeings.Whyfightandtrytokilleachother?Whyallthisbloodshed?Wefightoverturfandpower.Youwantmyturf,takeit.Youwantmywoman,takeher…Bro,don’tdie…,hangonthere.I’llcall911…theywillsaveyou…don’tdieonme,youhear?”Themaookouthiscellphoneandwasabouttodialforhelp,whenthemaninbckactuallyusedhisownhandtohelphimselfsituponthegroundandsaid,

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    “Noneed.Look,Iamfihefactofthematterwas,Imaginationhadalsotwistedtheswitthebrainofthemaninbckaswell.Hisformernemesiswatchedinfasationashisvictimpriedthebulletsonebyonefromthebackofhisbodywithhisfingersandthrewthemontheground.Heraisedhiseyestothemaninredandsaid,“Iwasreallycrazytostepontoyourturfandrapeyourwoman.DidnotknowthatshewasyourwifeorIwunnado.EvenIsavvytheruleafriend’swifeisobetouched…Ifyoukilledmewithyunjustnow,that’sokay,becauseitwouldsolvedallproblems.Torapeafriend’swifewasoutofbounds…It’sreallyunfiveable,really,reallyunfiveable…”

    “It’sokaybro…”saidthemaninred.“youwasgunneddown,notI.Thebadguyisme…sorrybro…youlikewomen,Igiveyoumyprostitutionbusiness.Iamnotiedinitanyhow…Butthatwomanyourapedisnotincludedbecausesheismywife…”

    “Ohno,no”repliedthemaninbck.“Don’tsaythat.Iamtheoobme.YoushotatmebecauseIrapedyourwife,Idon’tbmeyouatall.Ifyoushotmeintheheadjustnow,thatisokayandsolvetheproblem.Butyoudidn’t.Ireallydon’tknowhowIamtolivewithmyselfafterthis…”Seeiwogunmenengrossedwithaskingeachother’sfiveness,apologizingtoeachotherandtakingthebmeonthemselves,thepeoplearoundthemwhohadinonthegroundtoprotectthemselvesbegaup.Themiddle-agedmanaeen-agerwalkedovertothetwogunmen.

    “Heyfriends,needhelp?”askedthemiddle-agedmanwarm-heartedly,“Thatguy’sinabadway…Lostalotofblood…Wehelptakehimtothehospital.”

    “Oh,no,no”repliedthemaninbck.“ThankyouverymuchforyourofferbutIpriedthebulletsoutbymyselfandI’mokaynow.Idoogotothehospital.Look!thebleedingstoppedandthewoundsaresg…Fhandtumbleguylikeme,thisisnothing.ButIdidlosealotofbloodandIfeelingwoozyandunsteady...helpmeupguys.IwillgoandhaveabigmeandI’msureIwillbeasgoodaserthat…Afewcupsofwhiskeywillhelpmehealevenfaster,ha-ha…”Theyallughedandhelpedthemaninbcktohisfeet.Theyinteakehimtothenearbybarthaten24hoursaday.Hecouldsitdownaihereandordersomethianddrinksohecouldrecoverabitafterhisordeal.Justastheywereabouttoturnandleave,thesebeforethemstoppedthemdeadiracks.

    Astilycdred-hairedwomanwalkedacrossthestreet,herfiwistingtheearofashort,fatman,justthewayViodidtoMr.Fiwasafunnysight.Theshortsthatwomanhadoremelybrief,revealinghalfherbuttodhert-shirtwasexcessivelytightandlowcutsothatwheeredalongoilettoheelsheroverly-endowedwobbliswereindangerofpoppingoutofhernee.Shewalkedalong,holdingtightlytotheman’sears,shrillyscoldingallthewhile,

    “What?Yougwithemptypockets?Whatdoyouthinkthispceis