Rico held her chin with her hand, and gently rubbed her cheek with her ring finger and little finger. She thought about Hesta's conclusion, "It can't be said to be a privilege, but..."
"And," Si Lei said in a low voice, "How do you distinguish between strong and weak? What is your definition of strong?"
Rico's frown deepened.
After a while, she raised her hands: "It's so complicated... Can I drop this topic?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
"I seem to understand what you are talking about," Hesta took over. "Asking for help means asking for help, and asking for help means that the person asking for help has to bear the consequences of self-exposure, and a person who can bear the consequences is often not in a weak position. , even if her situation is indeed very difficult, she is still...a person who can take action."
Li Ge said "Yes" happily, and she nodded, "Yes, that's what I mean."
Si Lei lowered his eyes slightly, "Some things are true, and speaking out means risks."
"You think they don't know how to ask for help," Hesta looked forward, her eyebrows gradually frowning, "Actually, they are using silence to protect themselves, because the situation has become so precarious that they cannot even bear the risk of asking for help."
"……simple?"
Hesta blinked and stretched out his hand towards Si Lei. Si Lei quickly understood what Hesta meant and handed over the blue brooch.
Hesta looked at the brooch in her palm.
"Because asking for help is an act of the strong, so don't worry that asking for help will make you look weak." Hesta tilted her head slightly, as if asking softly, or talking to herself, "This is right. Who said that?"
Rico didn't understand what Hesta meant, "...a person who doesn't want to look weak?"
Hesta was silent.
"Want to help you not to go back?" Si Lei asked.
"Forget it," Hesta whispered, "No need."
She placed the brooch next to the alarm clock on the bedside table, looking a little disappointed.
The phone number in the room was remembered at this moment, and Rico stood up to answer it. Si Lei looked at Hesta, "When do you plan to read the "Guidebook"?"
"After dinner," Hesta lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, "I'm still a little sleepy, let's sleep a little longer."
…
At nine o'clock at night, the three of them cleared away their temporary dining table together. The ventilation system in the room was pushed to the highest setting, and the aroma of food in the air was quickly fading.
Rico walked to the safe, entered the password, and quickly took out the "Guide" contained in a brown paper file bag.
Si Lei sat upright in her chair, her eyes always following the things in Rico's hands until the file bag was placed on the table.
Si Lei waited for a while, but Hesta just stared at the paper bag, wondering what he was thinking.
"Do you need me to help you open it?" Si Lei asked.
"No," Hesta replied.
Hesta picked up the paper bag with her left hand and fixed it to her chest with her right arm. Then she quickly untied the white cotton thread wrapped around the mouth of the bag with her left hand and poured the documents inside onto the table.
An old white card fell, first hitting the corner of the table, then flipping over and falling at Rico's feet.
Rico leaned over and picked it up. As soon as she picked it up, she realized that the texture of this card was very special. It was as thin as paper and felt like glass. It could be pressed and twisted at will without leaving wrinkles, but it weighed heavily in her hand. Nothing like regular plastic - it's much heavier than plastic.
"...ship ticket?" Rico glanced at the words on the card, "Is this a ship ticket?"
Hesta and Si Lei looked sideways at the same time. Under the light, this white card shone brightly, like the nacreous layer on the inner wall of a shell. The big black title on it was very clear:
**Leleputen Port·"Supreme Praise" Cruise Ship Boarding Card·Ship No. 4**
**Relepden Basic Port - Vilyuchinsky Royal Seaport**
**15/05/3647 Boarding**
**Seat number S_117SF**
**Limited to the passenger ship on the same day, no replacement will be made if lost, please keep it properly**
Rico pointed to the headline, "Do you know where Lelepuden is?"
"I don't know..." Hesta looked at Si Lei, "Where is Officer Si Lei?"
"I'm not sure," Si Lei frowned deeply, "I have the impression that there seems to be an abandoned town with this name near the port of Havre. I saw it on an old map before... it should not have existed for a long time. Let’s live there.”
"Is it such a coincidence?" Rico crossed his arms, "The Havre port, we started from there, and the end of our voyage was also to Vilyuchinsky. But I'm sure there is no royal family in Vyborg. Seaport, how can there be any port with this name now——"
"This year is 4632, right?" Hesta said suddenly.
"That's right," Rico looked at her strangely, "Why did you even forget this."
"No," Hesta pointed to the ticket, "Then what's going on with this date? Is it printed wrong?"
Si Lei and Rico looked at the number pointed by Hesta at the same time, and then they discovered that the year on the ticket said "3647".
The three of them were silent at the same time.
3647.
4632.
That was almost a thousand years apart from now...
The last two digits of the current year are smaller than the last two digits of the number on the ticket. If the 3 in the thousands digit is printed wrong, are the following digits also printed wrong?
"The year 3647, that was... the "Golden Age"? Rico still hadn't recovered from the shock. She looked straight at the table with her eyes. After a while, she whispered in a low voice, "Is this a ticket to the Golden Age?" "
Hesta turned the ticket over without saying a word, and a line of eye-catching red handwriting came into view:
**Return at all costs! Return immediately! Close to the shore! This sea area is not the original route! **
"This line of writing," Rico reacted immediately, "isn't this the piece of paper we picked up at the Navigation Museum that day? This is what I remember printed on that piece of paper."
"Yes," Hesta said softly, "Maybe... this is the original?"
The three of them looked at the signature at the same time. The short message above was written in a very sloppy way. They could barely guess the meaning of each word based on the context. The signature in the lower right corner was even more confusing, like a book from heaven.
...It can be seen that the person who left it wrote in such an urgent and panic situation.
"What on earth is written here?" Rico looked left and right for a long time. "It looks like a sheep's head when viewed upright, but it looks like a child fishing when turned upside down..."
Si Lei was equally confused. She stared at the signature without moving.
"...is the initial letter R," Si Lei whispered, "is it R?"
A thought suddenly flashed in Hesta's mind.
A horrifying suspicion came to mind.
Looking at the ticket again, Hestad immediately recognized the name on the ticket.
She stretched out her index and middle fingers and tapped the face of the note:
"... Robbeglier."
