KevinJamesNg

Traveling through time and space & Doing timey wimy stuff.

As that Hong Kong 1955 mornings sunlight shone through those ancient Chinese frames windows win color stained hues……… 

 

Thinking this old guy that I pulled  right out from the pond, thinking forensically what could happened to him, only he was coldly murdered down, in that sense thinking I need to know can’t let the truth knowing to be untold.. Walking towards the old couch.. Looking at his wounds, his lifeless limped out body.. Thinking, then going through his jacket pockets… only find like a black leather pad, with some word distinctively on it written, reading on something like help on a language that I used to know from a long time ago………then the second word scratched mentally .. Me…………looking at that pad written.. Thinking something’s not right.. How’s that pad is seeming written fresh.. It’s freshly written.. Even though it can’t written from a dead man lying on the couched that I’ve dragged him onto only just several hours morning ago.. Looking at the pad.. It’s freshly written.. Thinking this is physic pad has I forensically studied it to the very indention of the writing that  I know long ago……………

 

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