"You don't need to remind me." Gobelin replied softly, "If it really comes to that point, you don't even need to take action."
"Okay. My tone may have been a bit unfriendly just now, please bear with me -"
Gobelin stood up and said, "Now that we can't adjust the surveillance, how are you going to find Anna?"
Bernhard looked sideways at Gobelin, "...Then we will search room by room. The ship is on the high seas. How can she, a person with inconvenient legs and feet, fly to other places?"
"Then as soon as possible," Gobelin gently rubbed his forehead with his thumb, "Just now that Si Lei is missing, you have reason to launch a thorough investigation..."
Bernhard's mouth sank slightly, "There's something I need to tell you."
"What?"
"Are there really chelates on the ship?"
Gobelin frowned in disbelief: "How can I tell you... You can't possibly think that the 'chelate' was arranged by me, right?"
"You know nothing about this?" Bernhard noticed Gobelin's expression. "Do you know nothing at all?"
"...What exactly do you want to ask?"
"No offense, I just hope you can give me an answer, even if it's ambiguous-" Bernhard took a step closer, "After all, you are the first and only one on the ship who has obtained the "Guide" "People...is this a coincidence?"
Gobelin suddenly came back to his senses - the mantis catching cicadas in front of him, and he wondered if there was another oriole behind him.
At this moment, Gobelin suddenly felt ridiculous, and then felt angry again, but the more he felt like this, the more indistinguishable his face became.
"Bernhard," Gobelin tilted his head slightly, "If that chelate is really one of ours, then how did the dozens of people led by Rand die? How did Anna walk out of Grace alive? theater?"
"...That is indeed a bit strange, but that gentleman's behavior has always been strange, and it is difficult to reason with common sense." Bernhard whispered, "Rand's affairs at the Grace Theater were not handled well, and his death was deserved. , As for Anna, just because she walked out of the Grace Theater doesn’t mean anything. Rand failed, and then it’s our turn. If we fail too, then what’s waiting for us—”
"Bernhard."
Following Gobelin's slightly threatening shout, Bernhard stopped talking.
"It was me who planned the Grace Theater operation from beginning to end," Gobelin whispered. "There are no 'Rand's people', 'my people', or 'your people' on this ship. Is it appropriate to use the term 'deserving of death' on your colleagues?"
"...I take it back." Bernhard raised his hands, "Don't misinterpret my meaning there. The possibility I mentioned completely exists. It is entirely possible that this 'chelate' incident is a The background is in our favor, and as long as a chelate exists, whatever happened on this ship is excusable—"
"Having said so much...Actually, you are afraid of that 'chelate', right?" Gobelin looked at him, "Today's deceased has not appeared yet, and you are afraid that the next search team may lead you to In danger.”
Bernhard's expression changed suddenly, "This suspicion is simply insulting to me! Do you think-"
"Then go find people now, room by room, what is a favorable background, how to arrange the next tasks... these are not things you should ask about," Gobelin said softly, "Clear your position. .”
Bernhard shut up, put his hat back on, and walked out without saying a word.
Before going out, Gobelin suddenly added: "Don't worry too much about chelates."
"...Do you know who is going to die today?"
Gobelin glanced at him and said, "It's not your turn after all."
…
In the evening, Hesta woke up again. Looking at the clock beside her bed, she couldn't help but sigh. The regular schedule she had tried her best to maintain in the past was now completely disrupted.
Rico was still reading a book near the window. This time Hesta could see it clearly. The cover of the book read "Justice and Equal Rights: Every Rights We Deserve to Take Back" - it was also the book he had borrowed from Anna earlier. one.
"...Have you never rested?" Hesta asked softly.
"I'm not very tired."
Hesta sat up on the bed, "I don't know if today's deceased has appeared... is there any news from the outside?"
"No, Chiba called her to ask about your status." Li Ge closed the book. "I asked her about Si Lei by the way. It's been a day, but Si Lei's whereabouts are still unclear."
"Miss Chiba doesn't know Si Lei's whereabouts either?"
"Well, it's hard to say... I feel like she knows, because when I asked her, she didn't directly answer 'I don't know'." Rico touched his chin, "Then I told her about Gobelin's study. She said she would go over and take a look, that’s all.”
Hesta took a few deep breaths, stood up with two feet on the ground, and did a few stretching movements, "...We can almost go out."
"Can it be a little later? I ordered dinner and it will be delivered in ten minutes."
"I'm not in a hurry, it's okay."
"where do you want to go?"
"Go and meet René," Hesta replied, "and then go to Gobelin's study."
"Going again?"
"I want to verify something..." Hesta said softly, "Have you heard about the Fifteenth District before?"
"District 15?" Li Ge frowned and thought for a moment, "It probably hasn't been opened yet. I remember that the Mother City over there has always refused external signals. Considering that forced entry may damage the data saved inside, we have been Leave it alone—District Sixteen, too.”
"I saw two documents related to District 15 on Gobelin's desk today."
Rico turned his jaw slightly and looked at Hesta, his eyes slightly confused.
"And I heard something from Rene this morning," Hestad continued. "A few years ago, Robbeglier hosted a dinner party in the first arrondissement. He invited his guests from all over the world. The theme of the dinner was about the 15th District... By the way, Agnes was also one of the invitees to that dinner."
"The document you saw on Gobelin's desk is specifically about the 15th District. Do you have any impression?"
"It's a feasibility analysis on real estate development."
Rico thought for a while - this didn't seem to mean anything. It made sense to do some research in advance out of interest in an unopened area. Even if Gobelin's signature existed in the document, it could only prove that he He lied about the ownership of the study room.
"What do you want to verify?" Rico asked.
"I just want to see if those documents are still there."
(End of chapter)
