"This is a joke, Aiden. Every living person is a villain. I will pay attention to you, not because of how clean you are and how much I yearn for the light. That is a plot only found in third-rate novels. I don't need it Salvation. I don’t believe in God either.”
"You only believe in yourself, what else do you need?"
"You." Anson looked up at the ceiling.
"If you're going to keep me here forever, one day I'm going to go crazy. I'm going to kill you."
"Let me see if there is anything in this room that you can use as a weapon." Anson looked around very seriously, "Well, the desk lamp. I will definitely use your strength to hold that desk lamp and smash it into my face. Even Richard must not recognize me. And the sheets, you can strangle me with the sheets, you can suffocate me with the pillow... Ah, and the vase, after it is broken, the fragments will be extremely sharp. , it is also suitable for slitting my throat... But let me tell you, it is a masterpiece of postmodernism, worth more than one million US dollars, and its creator just died last month , so it appreciates..."
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