Meyer glanced at Agnes but did not respond. She turned back and picked up the cat on the ground, and began to whisper whether it was too naughty and had some weird things stuck to its body.
Agnes took the opportunity to fold Bree's medical bracelet in half and put it silently into her pocket.
"We can't lie down and rest like this anymore," Agnes looked at Meyer, "Meyer, we have to do something..."
"This is not a matter of lying down and resting," Meyer said without looking back. "The key now is that we can't get out——"
"That's because no one knows we're here," Agnes replied. "We have to figure it out ourselves."
Meyer put down the cat, "...What can I do?"
Agnes looked at the cat that was still licking its paws not far away, "Let's... write a letter for help together, and then find a way to stick the letter on the cat. Yes, prepare more letters, every time this cat comes to our place I put it on every time... someone will always see it."
"But it's safe here—"
"This kind of security is false, can't you feel it..." Agnes' voice raised unconsciously, "If we are really safe, we should at least know what is happening around us, and we will know that we Who is the enemy, what is he doing, and we also know how we will respond - but now we know nothing. How do you know that the peace here will not suddenly stop tomorrow? Just lying here aimlessly... Have you never been afraid in your heart?"
After a moment of silence, Agnes's voice became weak again.
"...Trust me one more time, okay?"
Meyer wiped her eyes. She didn't answer, but just stretched out her hand to the white cat not far away.
The cat put down its paws and quickly stood up to rub its forehead against her palm. Meyer was stunned for a moment. She suddenly felt an irresistible fate had fallen, and she held the cat in her arms again with one hand.
"Okay...I'll get a pen and paper. You tell me and I'll write."
…
The final evening dance continues at Bishop's Restaurant.
In a corner of the restaurant, the stage reserved for the orchestra was always empty, with only two abruptly placed speakers blasting bright and enthusiastic dance music.
Whistles and laughter came and went, and everyone glanced at the swinging clock on the wall from time to time - it was past half past ten, and there was less than an hour and a half left before the end of the day. Everyone knew what this meant. What, but no one would mention such a disgraceful thing at a time like this.
Rene appeared at the door clutching four invitations. At the entrance, two young economic monks had drunk themselves to pieces. They hugged each other and cried loudly. Their cries were drowned in the dance music and became an inconspicuous noise. Farther away, in some unlit corners, some crazier things were happening. But at this moment, everyone felt a sense of crisis on the verge of doom. They truly understood what a powerful aphrodisiac death was. Everything could be done. With understanding, everything can be endured and everything can be forgiven.
Several people noticed Rene's appearance and walked towards him in unison.
These four people were the passengers who had previously given their invitation letters to René. They had heard about Rene having a safe list in the morning. Tonight, the red-haired mercury needle suddenly came with the news that he wanted to see Rene. Rene suddenly asked for invitations from several people. The relationship between them was, It's fascinating.
Although Rene's face still retains the drunken flush, his expression has completely lost the relaxation and joy he had when he left.
The four of them looked at Rene's expression, secretly guessing whether the meeting between Rene and Hesta was not going well.
One person asked René how the conversation was going and whether it was going well. René laughed coldly, suddenly grabbed the other person by the collar and started to slap him in the face, with wide and wide movements, and seemed to have some... Being drunk, he instantly attracted the attention of many people around him.
When Rene stopped, the man who was slapped just smiled awkwardly and stepped away without saying a word.
Rene turned around, picked up the newly handed wine and took a sip. His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to chew the rim of the glass. When he put down the glass, Rene suddenly spoke softly.
Mouth: "Give me all your ship cards."
"……What's wrong?"
Rene frowned viciously: "That mercury needle called me over just now. Do you know why?"
Several people shook their heads.
"She asked me about the "security list." I have to give her the list tonight, and the name alone is useless. You have to hand over the ship card directly. "
"But this invitation letter says -" one of them tried to protest before his voice dropped, "Although it talks about things before boarding the ship..."
"It's good to know." Rene stretched out his palm, palm facing up, and shook it slightly.
The two men quickly took out their ship cards and placed them on it.
Rene looked at the remaining two people, "What, you don't need the protection of mercury needles at all next?"
"Needs are needs," the tallest woman said in a deep voice. She stared into Rene's eyes and suddenly laughed, "But I'm just scared now, not crazy yet."
"Don't give me here-"
Rene stretched out his hand to grab the woman's collar. The woman grabbed Rene's outstretched hand. A deflection caused Rene to lose his balance. He was half-kneeling on the ground with one foot and barely leaning on the other. Don't let yourself fall.
"Helen! Don't do this!"
The other two men hurriedly came over to smooth things over. Seeing this, several of Rene's subordinates immediately ran towards this side. However, when they saw the woman's face, none of the subordinates took action directly and drew their guns to threaten her.
"Where's my invitation?" Helen said with a smile, "Give it back to me."
"...Here, here," Rene's scalp was tight at the moment, and the few hairs he had were being held tightly by Helen. For this reason, Rene had to raise his head, "Relax...relax—"
Helen took her invitation, but did not let go immediately. She took the invitation and patted Rene's face hard, "Go and cry to your little red-haired girl, woo woo, someone bullied me, woo." Woohoo, what should I do? Woohoo, mom—"
The man standing behind Helen couldn't help laughing.
The dance music suddenly stopped, and the entire hall fell silent.
Everyone turned to look at the speaker - a drunken man fell to the edge of the stage, glass shards from the wine bottle splashed all over the floor, and a loose black power cord fell at his feet.
The man sat up blankly, then reached out and plugged the power supply back in.
The music started again and Helen let go of Rene's hair.
"Don't show off for me here, Brombo," Helen lit a cigarette. "You didn't know where you were fooling around when I was working with Mr. Robbeglier... Don't be too arrogant."
