"...It's a pity," Anna was silent for a long time, then murmured in a low voice as she asked herself, "Is it a pity?"
"What do you mean?"
Anna did not answer. After a moment of pondering, she looked at Zero, "Gobelin's conversation with these two people is probably related to their actions tonight. Where will Chiba stay tonight?"
"She declared that she would stay with Bo Shanfu until the turmoil passed."
"Is she still going to watch tonight?"
"That's what it looks like."
"Okay..." Anna thought for a moment, "Then you go to Hestad's place tonight."
"What about you?" Zero looked at her, "It's not safe here."
"I know," Anna smiled, "let's go together."
…
At half past six, only a few people were eating in Bishop's restaurant. There were still two hours before the restaurant officially opened for dinner. Agnes was sitting alone against the wall. On her plate was a dinner of canned food - sticky corn salad mixed with canned tomato and mushroom soup. .
She was wiping the bottom of the mixing bowl with slices of bread to get the last bits of soup out of the food.
"Eige." Meyer's voice sounded from a distance, and Agnes looked up in response.
"...Why are you still hanging out?"
"I just met Rico and the others."
"they?"
"And Hesta - they are always together." Meyer sat down next to Agnes. Her voice was very low. Even though the restaurant was very quiet at the moment, only Agnes could hear it. Her words.
Agnes's face suddenly dropped, "...so you still went to find them alone."
"Don't talk to me like this," Meyer opened her eyes like a frightened bird, "...please."
"How many times have I told you before..."
"Don't be angry Ige, we just had a chat——"
Agnes turned her face to the other side. Meyer's expression made her suddenly realize that her face must be very stern at the moment. After a moment, she took a deep breath and looked back.
"I'm not angry."
"...Really, that's good."
"What were you talking about?"
"Just what I said to you before... I don't think we should be so tit-for-tat," Meyer whispered, "I think they also recognize this."
"Don't be naive, Meyer." Agnes laughed, "They are mercury needles."
"...Is it really that different, us, and the Mercury Needle?"
"I don't answer silly questions like this," Agnes sighed softly, "Besides, what else did you talk about?"
"Are you going on patrol tonight?"
Agnes' hand holding the spoon paused, "...well, what's wrong."
"I'd better give this gun back to you." Meyer lowered his head and carefully took out the silver Beretta 92 pistol. "Since Mr. Gobelin gave it to you, he must have felt that it was on you. Can play a greater role——"
"The greater effect is that you wear it for self-defense," Agnes interrupted Meyer, "then I will feel more at ease."
"Then give me back my 'Tokarev'."
"Don't -" Agnes was about to speak, but suddenly she found that the safety of the gun in Meyer's hand had been turned on and was ready to shoot at any time. Her expression changed again, "Why are you loading the gun so politely?"
"...Ah, this is what Hesta adjusted for me," Meyer looked at the pistol, "'At a critical moment, one second of loading time can determine the outcome' - that's what she said, I think it's very interesting reason."
At this moment, Meyer felt that Agnes's cheek seemed to twitch slightly, and an expression of disbelief briefly passed from her face. After a while, Agnes murmured in a low voice: "...How could you Put your gun in someone else's hands?"
"Take it."
The two exchanged weapons again.
Meyer took back his gun and added, "I think they are easy to talk to, at least better than those in Bree. When we said goodbye, I reminded them not to go out tonight. I hope they listened."
"...What else did you say?"
"No more." Meyer raised his head, "What's wrong?"
Agnes looked at Beretta's gun body with a complicated expression.
"Egg?"
"In the future, don't tell others everything, remember clearly who we are, Meyer."
"But I think they are different from other mercury needles..."
"I'm really going to get angry if you say this again. You expect a mercury needle to realize the privileges she enjoys. I think you have completely forgotten the days when we were in the wasteland. Meyer, listen, if There is chelation on the boat, they perform their duties, and we cooperate as much as we can; if there is no chelation on the boat, they abide by their rules, and we do not offend the river - other than that, don't think about anything else."
"Aige..."
Agnes put away her gun and stood up, holding the plate in one hand and holding Meyer's wrist with the other.
"I'll take you back first."
"...Ah, don't pull me like this, Egg, I can't stand still——"
"You must not go out and run around after dark, can you do that?"
Meyer was a little confused, "...of course. Isn't this what you told me this afternoon?"
"But do you remember?"
"Yes." Meyer nodded solemnly, "...when will your night patrol end?"
"It depends." Agnes threw the dinner plate casually on the recycling table, "I will be back as soon as possible."
…
When Rico and Hesta returned to the corridor of the cabin deck together, they heard a faint sound of music. It was a melodious accordion. The tune was playful and the rhythm was lazy. It reminded people of the river in the mountains and forests in autumn.
At first they thought someone had turned on the stereo, but when they came to their own room, they realized that the sound was coming from inside the room.
"...Can everyone enter our room now?" Rico stared at the door, "What are you doing?"
"Who do you think this time is?"
"Shouldn't we find out if we go in and take a look?"
"Come in directly?"
"Otherwise, why don't you knock on the door first?" Rico pointed to the door, "This person is already playing records in our house - no, we don't have a record player in the house either."
Hesta suddenly realized something, so her calm expression suddenly condensed. She stood up on the spot and kicked open the unlocked door.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.
In the room, Anna, who was playing to the window, turned around and said, "...are you back?"
Hesta almost rushed towards Anna, "Who allowed you to touch this piano - put it back!"
"Put it back where? The piano case?" Anna was unmoved and played a beautiful arpeggio casually, "If a piano is always left in the piano case and not played, it will also become lonely."
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