Over the years, Hesta and Rico have their own heavy tasks and have few opportunities to meet. Turan, who is still studying medicine at Arendt University in District 1 - although she does not have to go to the battlefield - is one of the three. The one who sleeps the least and works the most.
They work and live in different time zones and occasionally write simple greetings to each other through emails, but the really important things will always remain in their hearts.
They will never confide in anyone unless they have the opportunity to speak face to face.
Even at this moment, even though the person in front of her was Miss Valenti, Hesta still remained silent on certain things. When everything in the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, she recalled Edgar's story about revenge more than once. That description:
The so-called revenge means not only punishing him, but also
Moreover, one must punish him without being punished himself;
It is not revenge if the avenger himself is punished, or if the perpetrator is not informed of who is seeking revenge.
Some faces emerged one after another in Hesta's heart. They were all enemies that she needed to kill personally. Each person's name, identity, and appearance were deeply imprinted in her mind until death.
"simple?"
Valenti shouted worriedly.
Hesta woke up from her memories. She unclenched her fists that she could not help clenching and looked at Valenti, "What?"
Valenti smiled, "I just asked, are you coming to Nigeria this time for a vacation or...?"
"It's not a vacation, but there are no specific tasks. I'm still on standby." Hesta said softly, "A week ago, a very small chelate tide appeared in a wasteland in the north of District 4. Miss Valenti heard that Did you say it?"
"Ah, I heard about it." Valenti nodded, "However, it seems that this wave of chelates did not spread out at all. After the onset of the disease, all the chelates gathered together and had a duel, so it caused The casualties weren’t big?”
"Yes, there are only sixteen of these chelates in total, and they died so strangely. After an on-site inspection, Professor Victoria thought that there might be aberrants among them... so I was immediately recalled urgently, From District 12.”
Valenti's expression suddenly became serious.
Aberrant?
Although she had never participated in a front-line battle, she still knew the weight behind the name. She had heard of ahgas organizing successful operations to trap and kill aberrations before, but those occurred on the eve of or during the outbreak of the chelate wave, and it was rare to find out after the fact like now.
"Are you sure?" Valenti asked in a low voice - judging from past experience, the chelate tide that can produce aberrations is in the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. This time, only 16 people were involved in the accident. Calling it a "chelate tide" is already reluctant, and now it is said that there may be an aberrant among them...
"Otherwise, there is no way to explain why none of these chelates ran far away," Hesta replied softly, "There must be something that makes them dare not escape and get into a fight to the death. No matter what it is, it very dangerous."
"But how can you fight in your current state?" Valenti looked at Hesta's mutilated right arm, "The base should never let you come here to wait like this——"
"Recently, the base seems to have set up a new laboratory here in Nia Province. They asked me to do a check-up tomorrow morning. There should be no big problem." Hesta shook the remaining coffee in her cup with one hand, and she remained silent. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Do you want to consider returning to the base first?"
Valenti was a little surprised by this sudden change of topic, "Why?"
"In another three to five days... it may not take three to five days. When the news reaches Niah Province, tickets back to Tanyi may become in short supply."
Valenti frowned, "If that's the case, then I should stay."
"Why?"
Valenti raised her left eyebrow slightly and looked at the girl opposite with a suspicious look.
"Jane, who do you think I am in your heart?"
Hesta looked at Valenti. She opened her mouth several times, then suppressed what she wanted to say. Finally, she could only speak in a voice that was almost a whisper, "...I'm afraid something will happen to you, Miss Valenti."
"Danger is part of life in the wilderness, isn't it?"
Hesta was silent and did not answer.
"Don't worry too much, Jane, after all, this is still a livable place," Valenti said softly, "If you just retreat to the base immediately when you hear the slightest commotion, I'm afraid I won't be able to face your descendants in the future. .”
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That night, a new nobleman, Baron Fernand, who came to participate in charity activities died in the province of Nia.
Fernand is fifty-five years old and is a well-known rich man in the third district. When he was forty-three, he hooked up with a duke, and his business quickly picked up. The following year, Fernand received the title of baronet from the royal family.
Although this is not a great status, Fernand is good at dancing. With this subtle encounter, he quickly emerged among the upstarts in the third district and became a hot figure.
He was originally going to leave here by train the next morning. However, in the early morning, when his housekeeper entered his room as usual, the baron had already fallen into a pool of blood and had long since lost his breath.
The first to be dispatched was the local police station. After some investigation, the detectives quickly discovered that, in addition to the tragic death of the victim, the crime scene was quite "clean". The murderer left few clues and there were no strangers here. Fingerprints, no hair that clearly does not belong to the Baron, and no obvious signs of a struggle...
Fernando died in his bedroom. His heart was cut out and his liver was crushed. These actions most likely happened while he was still alive, because his face was extremely hideous. Considering that the nails of three of the deceased's fingers were removed, the police believed that he was likely to have experienced a period of extremely painful torture before his death.
The police station quickly contacted the relevant person in charge of ahgas - Fernan who died tragically had multiple fractures on his body, especially his wrists and shoulders. Almost all the bones in these places were crushed. This is a very typical case of chelation. Characteristics of object crime: When chelates attempt to bind ordinary people, their enhanced bodies will inevitably cause serious damage to the victim.
There has not been such a bloody case in the livable area of District 3 for several years, and there is already some panic within the police station - some of them are well-informed people who have learned about the strange "very small chelate tide" a week ago .
Although no one is willing to accept this reality, some people have begun to realize that the aberrant they fear may have sneaked into the province of Nia and committed the first crime.
The inside of the mercury needle was also greatly shaken by this.
A chelate so easily bypassed all defense lines and sneaked into the hinterland of the livable land?
This is impossible.
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