As soon as he finished speaking, the man beside him turned his head tremblingly and responded to him almost crying: "Alek... I am with you——"
Hesta kicked the man's jaw almost at the same moment. After a complex bone crack, the man stopped making any meaningful sounds.
The man who had previously intended to die turned to look at his knocked down companion. He whispered his name with concern until Hesta stepped on his throat again.
In the near-suffocation situation, the little breath he exhaled from his trachea blew up bloody saliva. The blood bubbles shattered silently, leaving a small burst-like blood-red mark on the ground.
Looking at the prisoners who were not struggling in front of him, Hesta felt a sense of irritation - these men who were still struggling in the shadow of death a few days ago suddenly became runaway horses at this moment. It was as if something suddenly replaced their souls, so that the physical torture turned into a compliment, making them happy.
This was far beyond Hesta's expectations. The changes in the people in front of him were obviously not towards surrender or praise, but they could not be called slander or hatred... No matter what this change was, it was always the same as Roboglier. What is claimed is very different.
Hesta clearly felt as if she had become some kind of tool - a tool that helped them carve their names on the imaginary monument.
"It doesn't matter," Hesta whispered, "...you can't change anything anyway."
Before the man died completely, Hesta moved his feet.
"Si Lei, you watch them here."
"What are you going to do?" Si Lei asked.
"I'm going to go into the house and search the contents."
The dying man let out another burst of laughter. The laughter was both choking and convulsing. Hesta's concession made him suddenly feel some joy of victory. He raised his head and looked at Hesta, "...It's useless."
Hesta ignored it and opened the door to their suite with the found key card.
"To be honest..." the man murmured, "Maybe... we should thank you."
Hesta had half a foot in the door, but then pulled back.
She looked back at the twisted man on the ground: "Thank me for what?"
The man showed his blood-stained white teeth and smiled ferociously at Hesta, with mockery and pride in his eyes: "Thank you... for making us realize who we are against—"
The next moment, the man's words stopped abruptly, and the new pain made him let out a sharp roar - the door card that was still in Hesta's hand just now had already whirled through the corners of both sides of his mouth and penetrated deeply. off his tongue.
Splattered blood stained Si Lei's trouser legs, and she exclaimed: "Jane!"
"I'll ask Jacqueline to call for emergency help," Hesta whispered, "Watch the people and don't let them escape."
After that, she strode into the dim and unlit suite corridor, and the door slowly closed behind her.
She went straight into Fayonce's room. All the compartments in these suites only had a simple bolt installed on the back of the door. When no one was in the room, any visitor who had already entered the suite could break in at will.
Starting from the wardrobe, Hestad began to search for clues. Her purpose was very clear, which was to find things that could indicate what items Fayance carried with her - such as photos, or some empty boxes that could infer the contents.
The whole process of rummaging through boxes and cabinets was very barbaric. When she casually swept away the alarm clock on the table, so that the iron lump directly smashed a hole in the side wall, Hesta realized that her furious mood had quietly squeezed out the remaining Not much rationality.
The process of searching was like venting. She wantonly destroyed Fayance's already very messy room. However, the destruction could not extinguish her anger. On the contrary, all the behaviors of venting anger seemed to imply her incompetence at the moment, and incompetence was Pointed to greater anger.
She didn't understand what went wrong... Maybe everything was fine, the only problem was his own stupidity: Robbeglier just wrote down his thoughts and made up some experiences, and he actually
Ran also watched it with great interest for several days, and even thought about how to put it into practice.
Anna always lies, can't Robbeglier also lie?
Hesta roughly opened all the drawers and suddenly found Fayonse's backpack in the corner. She turned the desk lamp to its brightest setting, and then dumped all the contents in the bag onto the table.
An old wallet fell first. Hestad picked it up and looked through it. An old photo immediately came into view - it was a photo of a couple. The young Fayance was holding a friend of his own age. Waving his fist in front of the camera, a golden wedge-shaped pendant and a metal watch on his left wrist are very conspicuous.
Hestad turned the photo over - there was no other writing.
This is obviously not a recent photo, but it is one of the few close-ups of people. Hesta put the photo into his pocket with a pale face, suddenly feeling a little tired.
Hesta sat on the edge of the bed in frustration, stroking her hair over and over again, and everything in the past flashed back in her mind.
Take a deep breath.
Hesta rethought what he had done all along - indeed, looking back now, there was innocence in all the choices and ideas in the past, but there was no need to belittle oneself and reduce oneself to nothing...
At least Roboglier's stories are logically self-consistent, and have been partially verified by René and other passengers...
So what exactly went wrong.
"Our response was indeed not fast enough, but... it was not too late either."
Hesta recalled what the man in the corridor had said not long ago.
"Maybe... we should thank you."
Her hand scratching her head gradually slowed down, and his last bloody smile appeared in her mind.
"Thank you...for making us realize who we are fighting against—"
In a flash of sparks, Hesta was suddenly in a trance.
She suddenly remembered a night not long ago, a night soaked in tears, and she talked freely with Li Guo until dawn. They talked too much that night: the two kinds of atheists in the world, the ultimate solution, the eternal struggle... and destiny.
Destiny is a behemoth conceived as full of malice, fate, irresistible and unpredictable. When it quietly lifts a corner of the curtain, the huge nothingness that lies in front of people is enough to make people immediately fall into shock, so that people dare not even look directly at it again, let alone admit that such a deep and terrifying net is woven by themselves. …
It wasn't until this moment that Hesta realized something else again.
Perhaps the theory mentioned by Robbeglier was not wrong... but she completely misunderstood the "mysterious" operation method.
(End of chapter)
