Long-distance runner Em pushed the crazy bastard Pickering into the deep sea with all his might

After Em's baby died, she started running, running from the beginning of a small range to running across the block, from running for a while to grabbing her hands above her knees and gasping for breath to running a demon, from small steps to big strides. Running made her no longer feel so much pain. Em's life seemed to have nothing but running, and no matter how her husband reasoned with her, she wouldn't stop.

One day running into the city, she suddenly felt that she didn't want to go home - the realization that she felt relaxed, not sad! When she got to the hotel, she called her father to say that she might be leaving her husband, and his father told her to go to Vermilion Island for a while, where there was a conch house, "I went there to think, and I wanted to end the mourning!" "I want to have a fresh start!"

On The Island of Vermilion, Emmy ran two miles on the beach and one mile on the road, then changed to two miles on the three-mile road on the beach, and gradually she could run six or seven miles a day.

Decay. Holly manages the suspension bridge between Vermilien and the mainland. He told Em to be the owner of the red Mercedes that drove by was not a good man and to stay away from him. Dekay had been watching him bring different "nieces" to visit the island.

The sky had begun to rain, and Em wanted to return to the conch house before it rained. She ran to say goodbye to Dekay, past the house with the red Mercedes, and just glanced at it! Just this one glance! Em seemed to be about to become the "terrible little mouse" named Pickering, and he tied Up Em with tape and fixed him to a chair: "You're a long-distance runner, absolutely!" Look at these legs, this is a good pair of legs! With a deep bend to kiss her left thigh, Em's world suddenly became clear: Wait for me, kid!

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Em saw the scissors over his left shoulder and grabbed it. She tried to twist her body, but without success. Pickering stood firmly in knee-deep water, legs apart, feet motionless in the low tide. During the struggle, she tripped over one of his feet and fell on him. They poured into the water together.

Even in the midst of the wet chaos, Pickering reacted quickly and clearly: he pushed and jumped, pumping the water convulsively. The truth exploded in her mind like fireworks in the darkness. He can't swim. Pickering couldn't swim. He has a house on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico, but he can't swim. However, this also makes sense. Pickering's activities on Vermilion Island are limited to indoors.

She tumbled away from him, but he didn't react by trying to grab her. He sat in the chest-high waters, the waves still sick due to the storm, and all his attention was focused on struggling to get up and trying to breathe in a medium he had never learned how to cope.

If he had been willing to waste his breath, Em could have said a few words to him. She would say, if I had known you couldn't swim, we would have finished sooner.

However, she didn't say anything, just waded forward, reached out, and grabbed him.

"No!" He screamed and hit her with his hands in panic. He was empty-handed—he must have dropped the scissors when he fell—and he was so panicked that he forgot to shake his fist. "No! No! Let go of me, bitch!"

Instead of letting go, Em dragged him deeper. If he hadn't panicked so much, he would have been able to break free of her effortlessly, but he just couldn't. At this point, she realized that he probably not only couldn't swim, but perhaps had some kind of morbid fear.

Who knows that they are afraid of the water and want to buy a house in the bay? What is not a madman?

It made her laugh out loud, even though he kept hitting her, his frantically waving hands slapping first on the right side of her face and then the half of her head, and she continued to drag him deeper. Then came a big wave—gentle, glassy, only the foam on top began to burst—so she pushed his face toward the wave and pushed it in. His scream turned into a suffocating gurgling sound, and even the sound disappeared after being buried in the waves.

She pushed him with all her strength and let go of her hand. Then she rose into the bright air and breathed greedily, leaving the deep water with difficulty, struggling to get up, feeling great! Just leave him to the sharks.

From a certain point of view, she ran with all her might, and the one who survived was also the last "niece", she was glad that she could run desperately, always running, can run beyond the speed of the speed, and finally survive. She thought of her father, of her husband, of her dead baby, and now she would continue to live her life, starting with the limp journey back to the conch house.