At half past one in the afternoon, the three of them went out at the same time. Virgil went to work, and Valenti took Hesta to the residence on the corner of the street and walked around with her by the way.
Go downstairs and walk south along the alley until it intersects with Paul Street. At the corner is Hestad's residence, which, like Valenti's residence, is also on the second floor along the street.
The rooms here are slightly smaller, with one bedroom and one living room, nearly 30 square meters, with private bathroom but no balcony. The furniture in the house is all ready-made, simple and clean. The moment he opened the door, Hesta smelled a faint smell of disinfectant.
Valenti helped Hesta push open the south-facing window to ventilate the room. Then, she leaned against the window and watched as Hesta took out the clothes and daily necessities neatly packed in the suitcase one by one and placed them in various places in the room.
Watching Hesta do these things reminded Valenti of Chiba.
When she first met Chiba at the base, Chiba was packing her luggage in this way, especially when Chiba had not yet received prosthetic limbs - not only was she missing an arm, she was also missing a leg, so she could only Jumping around the house, looking very embarrassed and funny.
At that time, she approached Qianye and asked, "Do you need any help?", but Qianye didn't even raise his head and just replied, "No, thank you."
"What can I do for you, Jane?" Valenti asked suddenly.
"Oh, thank you," Hesta looked up at Valenti, "but no."
Valenti seemed to have expected this answer. She looked at Hesta with complicated emotions.
"Did you just come back from... District 12?"
"right."
"Did your hand get scrapped again in District 12?"
"Yes." Hesta nodded, "I should have reinstalled the prosthesis when I returned to Tan Yi last month, but for some reason a slight infection occurred at the interface, so the operation could only be postponed temporarily."
As she spoke, Hesta found a new sheet in the cabinet next to the bed. She pulled it out from the layers of fabrics with one hand, then grabbed the two corners of the sheet with one hand and moved them skillfully. Throw it in the air.
Valenti stepped forward and helped tuck the sheets at the end of the bed under the mattress. By now, Hesta had almost decorated her new home.
The coffee pot on the stove made a slight whirring sound, and Valenti ran towards the kitchen before Hestad could do it - it was said to be the kitchen, but in fact it was a corner of the living room. Valenti brought the coffee pot from home, as did the coffee.
After a long time, the two finally had time to sit down and chat at the coffee table by the window. The layout of this coffee table completely replicated the small space Hesta had in the base apartment in the past - semicircular side table, dark green cast iron chair, a double-sided carpet with white background and green flowers, and a temporarily empty glass bell jar.
Over the years, no matter where Hestad went, as long as the stay was expected to be more than a week, she would add these things to her residence, so this time, Valenti also directly helped Hestad find a house. She put these things away.
"Did you see Rico in District 12?" Valenti asked.
"I saw her, she's fine." Hesta replied, "She likes life on the island very much, except for her stomach."
Valenti laughed - the third district is the home of cheese, with more than 1,500 varieties alone. Of course, it is difficult to find substitutes of the same quality in other parts of the world.
There are many islands in District 12, and there are no high-quality pastures, let alone any decent cheese.
After a moment of silence, Valenti looked at the coffee in the cup and said, "It would be great if she can come back some time."
Hestad's eyes were lowered. A gust of wind passed by the window, rustling the street trees on both sides of the road. For a moment, Hestad seemed to have returned to the apartment at the former base. Many past events came to mind, making Hestad suddenly feel a little confused. envious.
She took a sip of coffee.
"Riko won't come back."
The year after Liz died, the Ulian police completely uncovered the lair of this smuggling gang. Surprisingly, the leader behind this gang was very young. He was the underling of a major drug lord active in the wasteland of the third district. The son, Pierre Roger, had just celebrated his 29th birthday when the incident occurred.
Young Roger has a pair of deep and beautiful blue eyes. He has pale skin and shoulder-length blond hair. He is like a stone statue awakened from a museum - slender and slender, like a melancholic poet from the classical era.
When Roger's photo was published, countless letters of love were immediately sent to the prison where he was temporarily detained. Because of his special status, he was not directly locked in a room with multiple people like ordinary prisoners, but was detained alone in a room away from filth. and noisy places.
As the police further investigated and collected evidence, one after another extremely cruel unsolved cases were solved. Long before the kidnapping case against the Wulian Chamber of Commerce occurred, Roger's men had personally planned dozens of appalling murder cases. But the police did not have key evidence to prove that he knew these evil deeds. After Roger was arrested, these men died violently on the street one after another, and there was no time to collect evidence. At the same time, under the mediation of a team of nearly twenty lawyers, Roger never spoke a word to the police from the time he was arrested until the trial.
From Wulian to Tan Yi, everyone is talking about this beautiful criminal. It is said that he suffers from depression and schizophrenia at the same time. He has to sleep on a woman's lap every night; it is said that his mother is beautiful but mean. As a prostitute, he had a miserable and gloomy childhood; it is said that he once fell in love with a rich young man who was as beautiful as himself, and he broke with his father for this reason. Finally, in an accident, his gay lover died in order to save him. own life...
In people's word of mouth, the blood and flesh of the criminal become more and more real. Everyone can't wait to add their own understanding to his story, as if he has become a secret friend that only they can truly understand.
However, given Roger's undisputed leading role in the kidnapping of Ulian Chamber of Commerce family members, the Third District Court still ruled and sentenced him to the maximum 21 years in prison.
In order to show civilized tolerance, Roger will serve his sentence in a 25-square-meter suite cell with a private bathroom. The cell is equipped with a treadmill and a computer for him to exercise and kill time. Every morning, Roger can have breakfast while reading the newspaper, and go to bed early at night. In the second month after he started serving his sentence, his application for correspondence college was approved. Roger, who had never entered a university, began to study economics and political science in prison.
In the long-dead Third District, everyone is satisfied and proud of how things have turned out.
In addition to the families and friends of the victims.
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