壹·预谋者之章为什么?为什么要杀人呢?餐刀切入牛排,手上传来肌肉纤维被切断的触感。时间已近6点,窗外天色暗到不行。沙尘暴将天空的颜色掩盖,抬头看去,满眼昏黄,厚云当空,一副欲雨景象。他向我走来:“继续谈谈你个人写真的事情吧。”他一边说,一边把红酒倒进嘴里。我心下暗笑,低俗、卑鄙的人,却偏偏喜欢吃高雅的西餐。 One premeditated chapter why? Why kill it? Knife into the steak, hand muscle fiber was cut off the touch. Nearly 6 o’clock, dark outside the window to not work. Dust storms the color of the sky to cover up, looked up, eyes full of yellow, thick clouds as empty, a pair of rain scene. He came to me: “Continue to talk about your personal photo thing. ” He said, while pouring red wine into his mouth. My heart, chuckle, vulgar, despicable people, but I prefer to eat elegant Western food.