The Passage to Lusfield - 洛斯菲尔德之行(23)

Michael Jr. suddenly raised his head and ran to the wooden wall like a sprinter. He traveled at such a speed that at the moment he touched the wall, it disintegrated and the poor Michael Jr. fell to the ground floor. He fell about 15 feet and his head knocked on his mother's tomb, which caused his death immediately. I panicked for a moment, trying to find a cigar in my pocket; but, there was nothing else other, except for a name card. It says "Prince of Lusfield" on the surface; but once I peeled the sticker away, I saw three words under - "Duke Lusfield VIII." I stood silently and thought about Michael Jr. and Dr. Burke's ideologies, something Ripenist, and something that is magic; or maybe darkness, or maybe insanity, or maybe my undone obligation of another four children for the country, or maybe the lingerie and the sexuality. I went down to the basement to find myself some Amontillado, and Rachel, who was in my wife's lingerie, now in misery because of her loyalty to the Big Sister, looked extremely gorgeous right at that moment. I stared at her for a while, and pinned the name card on the chest, which pricked my nipple and my heart of darkness very badly.