Hestad was somewhat unaccustomed to suddenly having to write down his own journey with a pen.
Although this kind of order was common in extremely dangerous battles in the past, she had always used the excuse that the current situation was tense to temporarily avoid such reports. When the battle was over, she could just say "I really can't remember what I was thinking at that time." Get rid of all the procedural hassles.
It's just that this universal rhetoric is obviously not suitable for the current scene.
The hall was extremely quiet. Endai, who had long been familiar with the process, wrote quickly and analyzed six or seven pages eloquently. Theresa went to the conference room with her personal confession. After about ten minutes, Theresa was empty. Hands comes back and tells Endai, who is dozing off, that she can go back to sleep now.
So only Hesta and Calvin were left in the hall, who were still thinking hard——
An hour passed, and the two of them only managed to hold back half a page.
Teresa stepped forward and looked at what the two had written, and began to personally guide and add details, and soon helped them expand the manuscript to one and a half pages.
"That's enough." Theresa put away their manuscripts, "You guys wait for me here."
After Teresa left, Hestad and Calvin sighed at the same time and leaned back on their chairs in unison.
"Can you pass the test like that?" Calvin looked worriedly at the direction in which Teresa disappeared, then turned to look at Hesta, "How did you make it up?"
Hesta pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, "Just answer it truthfully, there is nothing to make up."
Calvin was silent for a while, "...Maybe I should tell the truth."
Hesta opened her eyes slightly and glanced at the person next to her: "Isn't what you just wrote true?"
"no."
"Then in the afternoon..." Hesta recalled for a moment, and suddenly remembered the scene in the afternoon when Victoria invited Calvin to speak. She spoke with some uncertainty, "Are you guessing my story?"
Calvin nodded.
"First it was an animal, then it was the corpse of the same kind, then it was the same kind, and finally it was myself..."
His thumb gently rubbed the remaining white paper on the table.
"I think this is also like talking about the mercury needle itself."
"……I do not understand?"
"When we were not mercury needles, we cooked cattle, slaughtered sheep, and killed chickens and geese just like ordinary people. Later, when we became mercury needles, we began to hunt for chelates... and those were the corpses of the same species."
Calvin was silent for a moment and looked at Hesta: "Bergman... do you think this person is one of our kind?"
Hesta immediately understood what Calvin was referring to, and she calmly caught Calvin's gaze, "Yes."
Calvin clasped his hands and leaned on the table sadly, "I'm really worried about Sean. I'm really afraid that he will be severely punished after this incident..."
Hesta tried to listen for a moment as Calvin chattered about his worries, but was soon distracted.
With Calvin playing in the background, Hestad thought of Roger again. She thought of this man's overly generous behavior tonight - maybe she shouldn't have refused all his gifts so firmly. If she accepted a gift tonight, at least she would be able to reciprocate the gift tomorrow.
But this kind of behavior of accepting gifts was too abnormal for her. If she really accepted it, it would definitely arouse suspicion.
She remembered that before they parted tonight, Roger said that his travel schedule was scheduled for early next year. He was looking forward to leaving early. However, during this period, he still had many urgent matters to be dealt with in District 3 and could not escape at all. body.
But is it really so?
At least when she visited Roger's underground exhibition hall, she saw that many artworks had been neatly packed. Not only that, Hesta also noticed that there was an exit permit from the customs posted on it, which was ready for shipment at any time.
These thoughts were like floating in the deep sea, each swimming and colliding in her mind. Some hidden facts were looming among them. Hesta thought about it with all her strength, and gradually felt that Calvin's background sound was really disturbing.
"Karl, that's just a game," Hestad raised his head, "I made up a riddle smoothly. You can't treat it as a prophetic poem... And I've wanted to say it for a long time. You are too dragged down by Sean. Deep.”
"This is not a 'drag,'" Calvin repeated the word heavily. "If you have brothers, you will understand that there is no such thing as a 'drag' between brothers—"
"Okay, I respect your opinion." Hesta interrupted Calvin again, "I really can't understand it, after all..."
Hesta's words stopped abruptly.
The image of the newspaper on Roger's desk suddenly flashed back, and Campbell's weak and angry eyes appeared in Hestad's mind again.
drag……
The Roger case is a representative case of Campbell's manipulation of public opinion, and Roger's hands were solidly imbued with sin. If someone wants to start to dig into Campbell's disgraceful career, the Roger case must be an important one that cannot be bypassed. The evidence, if nothing else, is that Roger has changed his name and lived freely in the past few years, which is enough to make the public shocked again.
——They have made each other successful, and this connection is like a rope, tightly binding Campbell and Roger together.
Leaving early next year?
impossible……
Roger will never let Campbell drag him down - the situation on Campbell's side is unclear now. For Roger, the safest way is to leave the third area immediately until Campbell survives the crisis safely or is completely exposed.
Everything slowly became clear.
I'm afraid that Roger's appearance at Tanglar's manor this time was just a short stay.
He left the Third District probably in the past few weeks... no, even in the past few days.
Suddenly things became urgent.
Hesta closed her eyes, covered her forehead, and leaned against the table again.
"Eureka...?" Calvin looked at Hesta who was suddenly distracted, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry..." Hesta opened his eyes tiredly, "There are too many things that happened today, and my tone may have been a little harsh just now..."
"Not at all." Calvin said solemnly, "Thank you for your patience in listening to what I have to say tonight."
Soon, Teresa returned to the hall and told the two of them that they could go back to rest. Hesta immediately went upstairs without looking back.
Roger's appearance is like a gift falling from the sky. If you don't seize the opportunity this time, trying to catch this person will be like finding a needle in a haystack.
She must not miss this opportunity...
Absolutely not!
…
The next morning, Hesta went downstairs to eat early.
She has been paying attention to the movements on the second floor in order to catch the traces of Paran at the first time - for now, Paran is the only reason for her to get close to Roger.
It would be a long night and many dreams. She was determined to control Roger within today. However, plans made in a hurry were always difficult to perfect. Hesta was still a little unsure about how to make her meeting with Roger appear natural, appropriate and unobtrusive.
"Miss Eureka?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "You get up so early."
Hesta turned around - Roger was already dressed in formal attire and standing not far behind her.
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