"He is here, and he seems to have his own mission. I haven't seen him much in the past few years, and he has never come to see me, but..."
This sound only aroused Liz's vigilance, "But what? Is he doing some tricks behind his back again?"
Hesta shook her head, thinking of Sean, she frowned slightly, "I think he became a little nervous. One time I went to the underground hospital of the base to get vaccinated, and I happened to bump into him when I turned the corner. I just said He said, 'It's you,' and he ran away."
"……Ran?"
"Yes, the medical records in his hand fell on the floor. He didn't even pick them up. He ran away, as if I was some kind of savage beast that would kill him if he encountered me."
Liz was very pleased, "That's good."
When talking about Sean, Hesta started chatting away - when Calvin was still at the base, she would go to him from time to time to practice honorific conversations. The location was usually downstairs in the apartment, and the two of them walked around the apartment. explain.
Several times in the middle of practice, Hesta felt a faint gaze falling on her. Later, she found out that it was Sean who had been wandering in front of the windows in the apartment building. When she and Calvin noticed it and looked up, At that moment, Sean suddenly disappeared into the shadow behind the window.
At that time, she asked Calvin: What is Sean doing?
Calvin replied: I don’t know either.
Then, Calvin shouted "Sean?" upstairs several times, and everything fell into silence. From then on, Sean never peeped secretly when the two of them were alone.
When mentioning these past events, Hesta had a puzzled expression, "What does he want to do?"
"There are a lot of weird things like this," Liz waved her hands indifferently, "Some time ago, a very special patient was transferred to a public nursing home here. It seems that he came from the core city - - As soon as he hears a "didi" sound similar to pulse waves, he will immediately fall to the ground, twitch, and shed tears uncontrollably. I heard it is called "pulse sound phobia."
Hearing "Pulse Phobia", Hesta reacted immediately, "...I seem to have some impression. Is it the linguist from District 14, Bo Shanfu?"
"Yes, that's him. His real name should be Chen Daoping - although the pen name Bo Shanfu is more famous. Where did you hear this name?"
"In the newspaper." Hesta replied, "I saw that Bo Shanfu's research on ancient Zhou language was mentioned on the front page of the "Unyielding News" the day before yesterday... They gave the front page headline position to a man from the 14th District. This is not very good. common."
The first thing that caught Hesta's attention was the name Bo Heng. This was the first time in these years that she saw a person with the same surname as Bo Heng.
"I heard news that District 14 offered to trade a dozen spies for this scholar. I don't know if it's true." Liz said softly, "I've seen this man once. He has round glasses and a long hair. His hair, eyes are hollow, and his hair is messy. Although he is only in his thirties, if you say this man is in his fifties, I would believe it...I heard that he is also a student of Anna Sokolova."
"Anna," Hesta murmured the name, feeling vaguely familiar, "Who is this?"
"A naturalist, it seems that she taught at the base for half a year before," Liz said, leaning close to Hesta's ear. "I heard that she taught Valenti and Chiba."
Hesta was stunned.
Oh, Miss Chiba’s teacher.
Just as Hesta wanted to ask more, Liz's phone suddenly rang. She quickly picked up, her expression immediately changing from relaxed to serious. After briefly asking the other party the reason for the call, Liz frowned again and promised that she would arrive at the scene soon.
"What's wrong?" Hesta asked.
"I have to go to the police station," Liz said, already standing up. She lowered her head and typed on the keyboard quickly on her phone, muttering, "I also have to tell Turan and the others. Maybe I can't do anything today." I'll pick them up in person. If I don't show up at the train station after ten o'clock, I'll have to let them go to the hotel by themselves..."
Hesta looked at Liz, "What is it? Do you want me to go with you?"
"No," Liz shook her head simply. She looked at the time, "You can only stay for more than an hour, right? It's already been more than fifty minutes. If you have anything to do next, go quickly. Don't delay. When the police station comes to see me, it's usually when there's a very urgent case, and I go over to help. Generally speaking, it doesn't take long - Boss, check out!"
The two left the cafe and before parting ways at the intersection, Hesta saw that Liz had obviously entered into her working state.
Although Hesta still had a lot of reluctance in her heart, it was really inappropriate to pour out her heart at this moment.
In the last moment the two of them got together, Hesta said nothing, but held Liz's warm hand tightly, reluctant to let go.
Liz quickly discovered that Hesta had a way of dragging her away. This scene reminded her of her old days in Askia, when her two sisters always hid in front of her in the morning before going to school. Her schoolbag blocked her door, refusing to let her go out.
Liz laughed, "Jane?"
This laughter made Hesta wake up from a dream, and she quickly let go of Liz's hand, "Sorry..."
Before Hesta could finish her words, Liz had already given her an extremely strong hug. She smiled in Hesta's ear and said, "If I need any help in the future, I will definitely let you know."
"okay."
"When you come next time, I will take you to my house and sit down, and we will have a good chat."
"good."
"Goodbye, Jane."
"Goodbye."
Hesta stood there and watched Liz leave quickly.
She stepped into the wind and rain without looking back, like a bird flying away in the rain and fog.
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News of the death came at dusk.
Several .45-inch caliber Colt automatic pistol bullets were shot from the side of the neck, penetrating Liz's neck and half of her head.
The shooter was a member of a tobacco and alcohol smuggling gang active in the Ulian area in the past two years. Because the local government and chamber of commerce have always firmly controlled several major local distribution channels, smugglers have never been able to get in. These smugglers kidnapped the families of several main leaders of the Wulian Chamber of Commerce in order to blackmail the other party into making concessions on important issues.
The rating of this case quickly rose from an ordinary criminal dispute to the highest level in just a few hours. When the matter was urgent, the police station entrusted Liz to help rescue the hostages as before - in this case, she was like a superman, always able to rescue those whose lives were threatened from the enemy's gun at a speed that ordinary people could not match. victim.
However, no one expected that this time she could not escape from the criminal's lair. The murderer who shot Liz also died of excessive blood loss shortly after the shooting.
According to the traces at the scene, the preliminary judgment given by the Ulian police is that during the process of rescuing the hostages, Liz did not notice that there was a seriously injured and dying enemy on the side. At the last moment of his life, the enemy used a "Third Zone typewriter" ”—that is, the infamous Rutherford submachine gun, which pierced Liz’s body.
At 18:37 on March 25, 4627, Liz Fletcher lost her vital signs and was confirmed to have died.
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