The smile on Sean's face completely disappeared. This change from smile to contempt was so quick and natural, as if the air around him turned cold in an instant.
"Then let me put it another way, Hesta, you may think that this is a livable place, or a place where everyone is full of justice, but every place has its own laws, and some laws transcend regions. Hekla, it’s the same in Short Ring Alley and at the base.”
Hearing him mention "Short Ming Alley", Hesta also concentrated for a moment: "...Have you been to Short Ming Alley?"
"No," Sean said calmly, "But it won't be too different from Hecla. I believe you know what I'm talking about."
"I don't understand." Hesta lowered her head slightly, "Please explain it more clearly."
"I also have an advantage over you, Hesta." Sean's voice was very soft. "Think about it, if Ms. Morley knew your private plot, would you still expect her to defend you like before? Liz , she will also be very disappointed in you - she is a procedural justice madman, and her mind is as dead as an old zombie. They all care about order more than you, but I am different. In some things, you will Found me much more reliable than Liz.”
Hesta smiled, "...in what way?"
"I understand you, I understand you so well. You just brought the habits from Short Call Alley into the base. We are all familiar with this practice, but the people here don't understand. They have been soaking in the honey pot for too long. "
Sean smiled.
"Haha, I know you won't like it if you say this - you won't like it if you are a person, but this is the truth. I am different from others and will not lie to you with some high-sounding words."
Hesta let out a breath of disgust.
She put her hand on her forehead and whispered: "Miss Turan, please come out. I really...can't listen anymore."
In an instant, Sean's expression froze - there were several strange noises coming from the corner of the corridor below him, and he never noticed that there was someone hiding there.
After a burst of electronic noise, he heard a familiar conversation:
"Has anyone ever complimented you on how beautiful your hair is?...What?...No wonder some people used to pay a lot of money to buy Hesta people's hair, but why don't you keep your hair long? Girls should keep their hair long... "
The sound stopped suddenly, and at the same time, Turan, wearing the same short-sleeved shirt, appeared in front of the two of them along the steps.
"It's okay. Although I didn't record everything... but the key parts were recorded." Turan put the phone back in her pocket, squinted her eyes and gave a thumbs up to Sean, "You're really good, Sean, you're really good. .”
"You...you teamed up to set up a trap to deceive me?"
"How can this be called cheating? Hesta and I went downstairs to take a shower together. She came out first and I followed behind," Turan said coldly, "This is called a coincidence, a coincidence, we just happened to meet her."
"Oh, recordings secretly recorded without the knowledge of the parties involved have no legal effect -"
"What kind of legal effect does it require?" Turan laughed. "When Liz comes back and listens to this recording, you will know whether she is a procedural justice fanatic. I advise you to go to the base hospital to reserve a bed first. Then she will I’ll beat you until you don’t even recognize your brother.”
Sean frowned, and after a brief moment of panic, he regained some composure.
"Do you think the people in the base will really punish me for this trivial matter?" He looked at Hestad mockingly, "Essentially, we are all very rare tools. Before belonging to ourselves, we must first belong to AHgAs. The balance in Habitable Land is too solid - as long as I don't commit a felony, no one can really do anything to me, not your Lizzie, not Ms. Morley."
"If you can't, you can't, but I advise you not to act rashly now." Hesta said softly, "You and Turan are both mercury needles after the second awakening. If you really want to take action here, it will not be good for you."
Sean's throat moved slightly: "...What do you want to do?"
"The recording may not be released, as long as you are willing to stop it and stop troubling me." Hesta looked at him, "Of course, if you really come looking for me, I have backup plans... I will do what I say. , Sean.”
"No, it's better to do it now," Turan laughed. "At night when the main force left the base, two reserve mercury needles started a bullet time fight in the dormitory area - it's exciting to think about it. I'm really curious. , with my short bullet time, can I beat you to the point where you are full of teeth?"
Sean's eyes glanced at the two of them, but without saying anything, he turned around and ran towards the other end of the corridor.
Turan, who was standing there, couldn't help laughing. She shouted at Sean's leaving back: "I know you won't like it when I say this. You won't like it as a human being, but - this is the truth. After all, I Unlike others, I won't lie to you with some high-sounding words: Go back to the house and play with your eggs, Sean——"
Hesta watched Sean's back disappear into the darkness of the corridor, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
Turan waved his hand and said in a brisk tone, "It's just a little effort, but how do you know that he will definitely come to trouble you today?"
Hesta tilted her head slightly, "...feeling?"
Turan gave Hesta a thumbs-up sign, the two smiled at each other, and went upstairs to the room together. Soon, Turan made a copy of the recording and knocked on Hesta's door.
"Please come in, the door is unlocked."
Turan opened the door but did not enter the room. She looked at Hesta at the desk and asked, "Writing a diary?"
"Um."
"I brought tonight's recording and kept a copy for myself. This is for you."
Turan stretched out his left hand and threw a new recording pen towards Hesta. Hesta was unprepared, but still caught it with quick eyes and hands.
"Just keep it in your pocket every day. Next time you encounter this situation, you can collect evidence by yourself even if I'm not around."
This is a silver recording pen, only the size of an ordinary pen. It has a small electronic screen on the side and buttons next to it.
"Thank you...are there any instructions?"
"No, I lost that kind of thing a long time ago," Turan replied, "You can explore it yourself. This thing is not difficult."
"……good."
"By the way," Turan crossed his arms in front of him, "are you really not going to tell Liz or Molly about tonight?"
"No, some evidence is more useful to hold in hand than to release it."
"...You don't believe that Liz can help you seek justice?"
Hesta put the recorder away and stood up.
"It's not that I don't believe it." Hesta looked at Turan, "But I think Sean is right. The base will not really make it difficult for him. Fines and downgrades should have reached their peak - after all, this is not Li Something I can control."
Turan was a little surprised: "Why do you say that?"
"Before I came here, Miss Chiba once told me that there are only more than 4,000 mercury needles in service in the world." Hesta replied softly, "And the number of mercury needles in the third area is particularly rare - two More than a hundred, accounting for almost only 5% of the total. That means that every reserve here is very precious. I think the base will not give up anyone easily, let alone a small fight like Sean, even if If he really committed any serious crime, I'm afraid it will have its value."
Turan frowned slightly - it seemed to make sense.
She was silent for a while, "...Anyway, don't listen to Sean. Liz is not the kind of person who cares about order more than her companions. I think it was because she was an auxiliary officer for the first time, so she was constrained in doing many things. She Always a very reliable partner.”
