Finally quiet.

At night, lying alone on the sand on weekends, enjoying a rare quiet time. Of course, his hand would not be missing that bottle of favorite beer.

This is his night alone, without cases, without children, without gunshots and perverted killers, he can do anything he wants to do, but, after he was always busy, he suddenly got time to relax, and felt that he would not live on the weekend, and during this time when he couldn't sleep, he had no idea what he should do.

For example, I have been set as a biological clock to work, and I always stay in bed and don’t think about it when it’s off. On the off day, I can sleep in. But I wake up early, so energetic that I even want to give myself a mouth, so I’m so mean.

Why are people so strange? After being threatened by various rules and regulations, they have left behind sequelae.

So, the weekend started to look at the day when I came to the United States, hoping to find some clues in my life during this period. As a result, he was shocked by his steps along the way!

He saw a complete track that was not based on the logic of life, nor did it have any universal values, but it seemed so magical.

I remember how I looked in Montek in a police uniform on the weekend, and every living or dead colleague in the Montek police station. However, when the whole Montek period was recalled, only two words of fate remained in the depths of my mind on the weekend.

If you have to add a definition to these two words, you will definitely write it on the weekend.

From the roar of that black man to the police station, I smelled the smell of fate in my memories on the weekend. Then Christina was forced to take money that did not belong to her by life, and to the secret passage of the Mexicans, the final cry of Christina's mother was like a mountain that was bound from the sky, which made you helpless.

After coming to Los Angeles, Adam means that the weekend is no longer a bystander in fate, and he must participate. The rookie patrolman who can only watch fate behaves as he is mighty and learns to hide in front of Yu Sha’s honest body and fights to survive. Although he was beaten to the rooftop of Cecil Hotel, he still killed Adam at the last moment!

Later on, he was no longer satisfied with the struggle on the weekend and faced the threat of going to prison. He wanted to fight for freedom with his fate, so he had a pardon order and self-rescue.

What's next?

Fate seems to be no longer as strong as before, under his own growth. Whether it is the revenge of Ted or the Mexicans, or even the Lambert family, it is like he is constantly fighting with fate. He dares to fight back on the weekend, no longer watching coldly, nor struggling in the scene created by fate. He delusionally wants to control, not control fate, but control himself in the torrent, and not indulge in. This price is tragic. The extra scars on the weekend and the unhealed feet are enough to prove everything.

So, what's next?

I can’t imagine what kind of situation my life will go on on weekends, whether it is because I was killed by fate.

He didn't dare to think, and he didn't even dare to think about his destiny, let alone completely subdue his destiny.

On the quiet night, on this trajectory, I saw too many people failing in front of fate and too many people surrendering to fate. But the result is the same, no one can escape, and no one can escape.

In other words, there is no choice, as long as you are still alive.

Click.

A sound from the door alarmed the meditating weekend. He instinctively reached out to take out the pistol on the coffee table, and stepped on his injured foot on the ground and stood up from the sand despite the doctor's advice.

In that second, I stood by the sand and rubbed towards the door little by little after so many storms. After so many small things, I couldn't scare him. It was nothing more than pulling the trigger when the door opened. Then all the children who were already asleep in the bedroom were awakened. How bad could it be?

Click.

The sound came out again, and the weekend saw the door lock moving slightly until

Click.

Crunch.

The door opened. Then a figure like a spirit cat squeezed in along the crack of the door. The guy carefully closed the door, but the gun in his hand did not sound on the weekend.

I saw the clothes on that person on the weekend. They were the patient clothes in the mental hospital. The key is that this woman felt extremely familiar in terms of her height, body shape and long head.

When she slowly turned around, her face appeared in the moonlight

"Why are you here?"

"ah!"

She made a move to dodge backwards, then she immediately took the initiative to take action, and then she saw clearly the weekend standing with a gun in front of her: "Do you want me to be scared to death here after leaving the mental hospital?"

Yoda, it was Yoda. Charlotte didn't have the ability to open the door of the weekend house without a wire, but Yoda was holding the wire in his hand.

Not surprisingly, the weekend, he just asked: "Why did you run out? Isn't it clear that you are the only way to avoid going to jail?"

Yoda didn't answer the weekend at all, walked straight to the sand, picked up the beer on the ground and took a sip of it: "Uh," then he said, "Then you have to find me a mental hospital that can be full, right?"

"The only thing I can do in a mental hospital is exercise, but do you know what they give me? Apart from grass, beans, and only half a cup of milk, I finally made it until I was eating steak, but the steak I brought was not as big as my fingernails!" Yoda pedaled on the coffee table at the weekend, saying without any ladylike style: "There is that, except for the pills, enough tranquilizers, and enough to eat, I don't even have the basic right to be a normal person to eat. How can they be embarrassed to call those garbage nutrition packages?"

After putting down the gun on the weekend, I turned on the lights in the room and asked in confusion: "Cao and Beans?"

"Lettuce, water spinach, kale, cauliflower, are all green. I even doubt if I have to apply for a carrot." Yoda said with great dissatisfaction.

I asked again on the weekend: "Enough of pills and tranquilizer tubes?"

Yoda said again: "Every time I beat the guards of the mental hospital, I will definitely be knocked down by seven or eight people. After receiving a sedative, when you wake up, there will be an increased dose of psychotropic drugs in front of you. I have really tried to eat enough once, and that may be the only time I have to eat enough."

"Yoda, how many people did you hit in a mental hospital?" Over the weekend, I understood why those doctors didn't let Yoda eat enough. This guy would make you feel that giving her the standard metabolic amount needed by humans is a danger.

"How do I remember? The food they gave me was always confusing my memory. I only remember that the doctor told me very angry this morning that he was going to re-evaluate me for the sixth time."

The sixth time?

No wonder there has been no news of mental hospitals for so long!

Bee, bee, bee.

After hearing the phone ringing on the weekend, he walked to the coffee table and pressed the tick. Justin's voice came over: "Zhou, Charlotte ran away. She snatched the doctor's car. Do you have any news about her? You should know that she is very dangerous in this situation."

Zhouzhang turned his head and looked at Yoda, touched his upper lip and said after hesitating for a second: "No, I'll notify you immediately if there is any news."

Dou the other party hung up the phone.

"You won't park that doctor's private car downstairs, do you?" asked at her over the weekend.

"I parked at the entrance of the F-bus headquarters, and then changed four cars along the way. Every time I changed my car, I would find a nearby alley with no road surveillance. I wanted to find me if I was so lucky that I had no mistakes, I had to check at least 181 road surveillance monitors, but the surveillance location I found was not Chinatown."

Over the weekend, he reached out to Yoda and grabbed him, then pulled out the shirt under Yoda's butt and put it on his body, and said, "You must go to the mental hospital right away."

Yoda looked at him and asked lightly: "You can't let me eat something before leaving?"

call.

He gasped on the weekend and said helplessly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Meat!"

One, confirmed that the answer that cannot be determined appears. (To be continued.)

ps: Another chapter was repeated several times before I wrote it out. It was so depressed and toothache!
Chapter completed!