Early the next morning, Hesta was lying in bed when she heard someone knocking on her door.
She remembered that Miss Chiba seemed to have said last night that she had to go out early this morning because she had something to do, so she should have gone out now.
But besides Miss Chiba, who else would knock on the door at this time.
Hesta stood up directly from the bed. She was still wearing the clothes she wore when she went to the cemetery yesterday - she had no time to pay attention to the mud spots splashed on her trouser legs and the yellow soil on the soles of her leather shoes.
She didn't ask who was outside the door or look through the peephole first, but opened the door directly.
The door opened without warning, which obviously startled the people outside the door - Sean stood at the door holding a document bag.
Compared with four years ago, Sean has grown taller. His face now has no childishness. In four years, he has changed from a boy to a young man. Only his eyes that often show a sarcastic expression still remain. With his usual cunning.
Although the black-haired Hesta was far from the image in Sean's previous nightmares, Sean still felt that the hairs all over his body stood up at the moment they met, and his hands and feet became stiff almost instantly.
"……Good morning."
Hesta did not respond. Her eyes were half-opened, looking into Sean's eyes indifferently.
Sean took a step back involuntarily, his hands clenching the folder in his hand.
"I have some...some...important things that I want to give to you in person."
Hesta silently stretched out a hand to him, motioning for him to take out what he wanted to hand over.
Sean was silent for a while and replied with trembling lips: "No, I can't give it to you directly like this, because, because I still have something to say, something very important... It's not convenient here."
"You want to come in?" Hesta asked hoarsely.
Sean nodded bravely.
Hesta did not speak, but silently disappeared behind the crack of the door. She returned to the room and sat down in front of the desk in the room.
Looking at the ajar door in front of him, Sean's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He adjusted his breathing several times, and finally gritted his teeth and pushed it open.
From the entrance to the desk, a short distance of five or six meters, Sean walked for a long time. He put the folder in his hand on the table in front of Hesta. Hesta raised his hand to pick it up. His whole figure seemed to be electrocuted. He jumped up and took several steps back.
Hesta ignored Sean's exaggerated reactions and looked at the folder.
"What's this?"
"Some manuscripts...some, consultation notes, psychological consultations."
"who."
"You'll know after you take a look..."
Hesta raised her eyes: "Why do you want to show it to me?"
"I... also discovered it by accident," Sean whispered. "You know, I have been doing some information security-related work in the livable area over the years, and I have been exposed to many more things than before. This The things inside...you must be very concerned about it, so I bring it to you."
Sean's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he mumbled tremblingly, "Anyway, you'll know after you see it..."
Hesta glanced at the folder lightly and did not open it again.
Seeing this, Sean added, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean any harm. I just started exposure shock therapy. The counselor said that I should take the initiative to see you. This will help... this will help me overcome some problems." Symptoms, there are huge benefits.”
Sean tried his best to stay calm, but sweat still broke out on his forehead.
"By the way, I have also discussed this matter with Karl, and he also thinks it would be better to send it here."
Hesta flipped through a few pages of the contents of the folder. There were about forty or fifty pages of blank paper, all of which were photocopies of the manuscript. Judging from the layout, it was indeed a record of the conversation.
There were no lights on in the room, and only gray light filtered into the room through the semi-transparent white gauze curtains. To Hesta, whose eyes were swollen from crying, these small words were like mosquitoes and flies gathering together. Easy to identify.
In the silence, Sean glanced at Hestad very quickly. Although he did not dare to look directly into Hestad's eyes until now, he was indeed curious about her expression when she saw the consultation record.
It's just that Hesta's face was darkened in shadow, and Sean couldn't see any change.
Suddenly, Hesta's hand stopped, "...Has anyone else besides your counselor and Calvin seen the things in here?"
"There is no one else except me, including the consultant and Karl." Sean whispered, "I just told my consultant that I accidentally found out that you were going to be on vacation in Wulian for the past two days, and I never told him about this book. The records exist - he has been encouraging me to come see you. As for Carl, he knows that these are consultation records and he knows that these consultation records are related to you, but he does not know the specific content in them."
"You never gave it to him?"
"I gave it, but he didn't look at it. He said he didn't think he should look at it, so-"
"Where's the original?"
"Oh, the original...I, I can't tell you, what do you want to know? Just check it yourself. If you talk about it anymore, it will cause too much trouble to me...When I leave this room, I won't remember it. This manuscript..." Sean said softly, "Do you need it? If not...I will take it with me."
With that said, Sean stepped forward slowly, trying to take away the folder. Hesta almost hit the folder with a palm and held the folder tightly.
This sudden movement really frightened Sean. Fortunately, Hesta was still sitting on the chair at this moment. If she had stood up suddenly just now, she might not be able to stand.
"Keep it." Hesta's voice was very soft and very fast, "...I need it."
This momentary change caused Sean's expression to change slightly - from Hesta's breathless answer, he could hear the pain.
A little joy quickly appeared on Sean's pale face. He wanted to laugh, but he immediately held back. This cunning face still maintained a humble and timid look, "Well, I still have a few words... I want to say .”
"You speak."
"This... manuscript, if you don't want them to be discovered by others, do not make any electronic copies of them. If you must copy them, you can copy them in a place where no one is around, but do not back them up on any networked device. it.
"I used some means to get these things - of course, illegally. There was no account related to the base, so I can say that no one, whether it is ahgas or the coalition government, knew that I got them. No one knows that I sent them to you... Do you understand what I mean?"
Hesta didn't answer.
Sean continued: "As I said just now, I won't know anything after leaving this door... You don't have to worry about me leaking the news. I won't tell anyone about our meeting today. I also hope that, Don’t give me any trouble because of it, okay?”
Hesta still had no reaction.
Sean waited for a while, and the familiar ringing in his ears rushed into his head again along with the blood flow. He gasped and barely kept himself from falling.
"If...there's nothing else, I'll...leave first?"
As he spoke, he slowly moved towards the door behind him. In Sean's peripheral vision, Hesta sat quietly on the chair without saying a word until Sean retreated to the corridor and opened the door again. On the mask.
One thing he was sure of before meeting Hesta today - after reading through this transcript of the conversation, she would be in great pain.
Not being able to see Hestad's face twisted in pain in person made Sean feel a little regretful.
He had seen this manuscript last winter, but he had been thinking about what occasion and what kind of circumstances Hestad would discover it. Until the news of Liz's death came, Sean immediately realized that there was no What better time to stab her than now.
From the day he was stepped on by Hesta, he had been looking forward to this day. He looked forward to the day when he could return the humiliation and pain he received from Hesta ten times to her - to give her an arrogant Hesta was shattered. No one could understand this wish, not even Calvin.
Calvin could never understand his hatred for Hesta.
Now, he has done it, and what makes him most proud of it is that his revenge does not even require careful planning by himself - this is Hesta's original destiny, and he just happened to discover it , and then presented it to Hesta.
With this secret joy, Sean waited outside the door for a long time.
However, the strange thing is that he did not hear the expected crying or sobbing. He looked at the watch repeatedly until the hour and minute hands pointed to 8:15 - fifteen minutes later he would attend today's meeting in the hotel's reception room. He couldn't delay the breakfast meeting any longer.
Sean frowned and ran back to his room unwillingly.
And behind that ajar door, there was always a dead silence like no one was there.
…
At 8:46 a.m., Chiba's mobile phone received an alert - Hesta, who was staying alone in the apartment, was probably in trouble again. Fortunately, her meeting had almost come to an end. She quickly packed her things and hurried back, and then I got a call from the apartment manager.
——It seems that on the way downstairs to the cafeteria, Hesta was in a trance, not looking at the road at all. As a result, when she was going downstairs, she missed her foot and rolled down the stairs. It took several minutes to He was discovered by a passing cleaning staff and has now called an ambulance and sent him to a nearby hospital.
Soon, Chiba got the address of the hospital, and she ran towards the hospital as fast as possible.
In the early summer of May, it was the flood season. The Wulian River running through the city was flowing turbulently. Dark clouds were gathering, thunder and lightning were roaring, and the rain was getting heavier. The entire city was shrouded in majestic rain and fog.
A misty female voice came from somewhere, singing to the rain under the heavy sky:
“Is there any river wider than yours, Aenese?
“Is there any land dearer than yours, Anessei?
“Is there any suffering greater than yours, Anessei?
"Is there any freer will than yours, Enese?"
Amidst the thunder and heavy rain, a black swallow flew with difficulty through the streets. It deftly took advantage of the wind to fly up and down in the air, and shuttled forward among the fairy-tale stone houses.
The stone house behind it gradually turned on the lights. From the warm yellowish light, many children stuck their heads out and stretched out their hands. They lay on their balconies, excitedly catching the cool rain.
In the distance, strong winds rolled up dark clouds, setting off pale waves on the dark surface of the Wulian River.
"There is no river wider than you, Enese,
"There is no land dearer than yours, Enese,
"There is no greater suffering than yours, Anesse,
"There is no freer will than yours, Enese."
—End of this volume—
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