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First, look for Kilwood. He said, no, he's not helping. And find someone else. They also said'no '. They may be trying to destroy him and force him to commit suicide. They must have their reasons. We can imagine. It could be something else entirely, but it could be that, right? He kept on talking without waiting for my answer. Saliva kept gathering in my mouth. I swallow and swallow. Sweat ran into my eyes. The pliers. The pliers. It's never been this scary. I'm dying. I love you, Angella. No, no, no, I know. You love me, too. Or not anymore? Then I'll die. Ah So Herman killed himself. Anyway -- the nurse got him dynamite. She could be one of his cronies. She was killed. Viala was killed. Kilwood was killed. They beat you. Yesterday they sabotaged Mrs. Delphia's car so that you could have an accident. But all this says is that it wasn't suicide, it was murder, and they did everything they could to cover it up. What I want to say now sounds appalling.. Red! It's all red! The lights of the car diverged. Dillman's voice came from far away. I sat there, biting my lips until they bled, so as not to groan, so as not to cry out in pain, in fear of death. Maybe things will pass. Angella and I can come together again. Definitely, very definitely. It can't be anything else. What if I disclosed my condition to Dillman? No,mobile racking systems, no, no, I can't do that. I shouldn't be in this car. Now I can't even get out of the car. Now I'm stuck here. You see, I'm the one trying to avoid a worldwide scandal as much as possible and minimize everything. I'm sure you can imagine how I feel. "Ah.." "I just think so and hope so." He nodded and looked ahead. Incredibly, he didn't notice my condition at all. My heart is racing now, and I feel it on my tongue, between my teeth, in my neck, everywhere. My whole body was throbbing like a pair of hot pincers on my left foot, my whole left leg. They're not criminals. Those murders and attacks could have -- and I say could have -- had other causes. This billionaire organization must have their secrets here. At the highest level, drive in racking system ,cantilever racking system, they agreed not to fight the organization because the consequences were incalculable. I have said that I hated the task they assigned me, but I accept it now. So here's the question: Will you-please don't patronize me, sir-get your insurance company to credibly take a view of suicide? The situation is getting worse and worse. I can't breathe at all. "Uh.." "You wait!"! I am making this proposal for the benefit of all of us. Sir, we both know that there is no way to deal with these people. If we want to prevent more disasters, if we don't want to cause other murders, we should let this matter calm down as gently as possible. What I have said is terrible, but I see no other way out. If you take a suicidal view of your company, it doesn't have to pay. Therefore, it should be easy to express this view. Mrs. Herman certainly won't insist on the insurance money. There is no doubt that, like all the people here, she is more concerned about things that are more important than anything else. Even if your insurance company doesn't pay, this is already a big step in the direction of dissembling. Your company may be able to do this to get Kessler to stop his investigation as well. So, would you like to give your company.. I think, then, the theory of suicide will come out very strongly, and we will have a chance.. Mr. Lucas! Mr. Lucas! What's the matter with you? I.. "Uh.." It's too serious. I'm choking. I'm burning. Now he was finally aware. He hit the brakes in panic. The car jerked. With this jump I fell forward. I remember hitting my head on the cushion of the dashboard. That's the last thing I remember. 12 White. Everything is white and very bright. I was so scared that I tried to breathe very slowly. No effort at all. No more pain, no more pliers. I opened my eyes carefully and got used to the white and bright. I was lying on a bed with clothes on, but no shoes. A tall man sat on the edge of the bed, watching me. He had a broad face and wavy black hair. His face resembles a painter and a poet. He is about fifty years old. Ok He said Who are you? I am Dr. Joubert. You're at the Brossay Hospital. "In a hospital?" "Yes, Mr. Lucas." "How do you know my name?" "The gentleman who sent you told me." "Mr. Dillman?" "Yes.". He waited for a while and then drove away. He has to go to an appointment. He'll call again. You were in his car. "Yes." I looked at Joubert. "What time is it?" At nine o'clock in the evening, sir. You're in a coma.. For a while. After you were brought in, I gave you an injection. Deal with. Deal with the attack. It's all over now, isn't it? "Everything." "Do you think you can stand up?" "I don't know." "Try it." I tried it. Like I never had a pain in my foot. Like I never had a heart attack. Dr. Joubert looked at me with a smile. He stood up, too. This is great! "Yeah," I said. "That's great." "This is not the first time this has happened to you, Mr. Lucas." I hesitated. Don't worry, I promise to keep it secret. I had immediate confidence in the doctor. No, not the first time. I said, and told him about the previous attacks, and the tests Dr. Bates had done, which were very simple. The doctor in Dusseldorf said I was suffering from intermittent claudication. "That's right,shuttle rack system," said Debelle, "and the heart is diseased. I saw the medicine he prescribed for you. When we brought you up, the medicine box fell out of your bag. Today is a particularly serious attack. 。 jracking.com
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