Meyer spoke first, "No one has given us brooches yet!"
"For you, a brooch is not a must-have for a night party," the crew member smiled slightly, "If you have any more questions, can we chat on the way?"
"But--"
"Okay," Agnes replied, "Excuse me."
The crew came up behind Agnes, held her wheelchair firmly, and pushed her all the way out of the restaurant door.
"Ege——" Meyer caught up with him worriedly, "Can I go with you tonight?"
The crew stopped in time.
Agnes turned back, "Why are you chasing me... You heard it too. When Rico went there rashly, she was attacked before. She could only fight back and forth with that group of people. How could you do it alone?" I can handle it!”
"But Rico doesn't have a ferry ticket! I do!"
Agnes made up her mind, "Go back!"
Meyer stood there. She didn't know how to argue, but she wasn't willing to give up just like that.
"Go back!" Agnes spoke loudly again, "If you are really worried, don't sleep. Wait for me to come back. I will be back when the time comes."
The crew also looked at Meyer with a smile: "We still need to change Ms. Agnes's clothes. There is a lot of other work to do. It's best not to delay anymore..."
Meyer's throat moved slightly, and he could only respond in a low voice, "Okay."
Under Agnes's gaze, she walked back step by step until she pushed open the door of Bishop's restaurant, and the crew and Agnes turned around and left.
Meyer stopped there and watched her sister enter the elevator with the crew. The moment they turned around, Agnes saw Meyer who was still in the corridor and waved to her.
Meyer forced a smile and entered.
At this moment, many people in the restaurant have laid down, but almost no one is asleep. Some people raised their heads and looked over curiously, and some pretended to close their eyes, but their ears were still paying attention to every move of the sisters.
Meyer ignored these inquiring glances. She looked up at the time and returned to her and her sister's bed with some dejection. At this moment, she suddenly thought of Tasia, but after looking around for a long time, Meyer could not find her shadow in the crowd.
It was so late, and if Tasia wasn't at Bishop's, where would she be.
Meyer frowned.
According to what the person said in the morning, she would have to wait at most four more hours for Egg to come back.
Four hours is not a long time... But Meyer didn't know how to describe her uneasiness. She just felt that a hazy bad omen had been hanging over her since nightfall, and she couldn't explain the reason.
…
At the other end, the elevator door slowly closed. Just as the crew member was about to press the -2 button, Agnes suddenly blocked her hand.
"Don't worry, we won't enter level -2," the crew member explained, "it's just that the elevator will go down to that level, and then I can take you -"
"I know, I'm not worried about this," Agnes looked up at her, "Although it's easy to delay, there's still some time before the banquet starts, so there's no need to rush to the banquet right away, right?"
The crew members were a little surprised, but they immediately understood what Agnes meant, "Where are you going?"
"Medical room."
"If you feel uncomfortable, we can actually call the doctor immediately to treat you -"
"I want to go to the medical room." Agnes interrupted the crew member. "I have a friend lying there. I want to take a look. Time is limited. Let's not waste time here."
The crew member laughed and said, "Okay, as you wish."
…
The crew pushed Agnes with the wind at her feet and soon reached the destination.
There was silence inside and outside the medical room. There was only one doctor on duty who was playing a jigsaw puzzle boredly. When she saw Agnes in the wheelchair, she thought a new wounded person was coming. She immediately stood up and said, "Come on, the wounded person is coming this way -"
"Do you have a patient here named Bree? Will Bree." Agnes interrupted the doctor, "He must have been seriously injured before and was sent here."
"Indeed," the doctor looked at her, "but this is not visiting time."
"I'm going to the night banquet soon," Agnes leaned forward slightly, "I don't have much time."
The crew member standing behind Agnes blinked at the doctor: "...make an exception."
After a moment of hesitation, the doctor walked to another door and said, "Actually, you can wait until tomorrow morning... don't chat for too long..."
The crew pushed Agnes into the inner room, and the two of them first saw a corpse - a snow-white sheet covering his entire body, and his thighs were soaked with blood, leaving an almost black blood stain.
"It just disappeared half an hour ago." The doctor explained, "Someone will come to transfer it in a while, so you don't need to worry about it."
Agnes' eyes only stayed on the body for a brief moment, and her attention immediately fell firmly on the bed in the corner of the room, where there were several testing instruments surrounding the bed, and a stocky man naked. The upper body lay there quietly.
"The situation is not very optimistic," the doctor shrugged. "The brain had been deprived of oxygen for too long when we were sent here. Even if we got off the ship and were sent to the hospital, it wouldn't be much better. Uh, I forgot to ask, are you him? of……?"
Before the doctor finished speaking, a short knife had already been inserted into Bree's chest.
The crew and doctors were stunned. Agnes, who had been sitting in a wheelchair, seemed to be going crazy. She held the short knife hidden in the heel of her boot tightly in her hand and stabbed Bree three times in the chest in one go. Four holes.
Blood spurted out from Bree's chest, and all three of them had blood stains on their faces.
Until then, the doctor finally exclaimed and quickly stopped the assailant Agnes. Agnes had almost no power to fight back. Her short knife immediately fell to the ground. At the same time, bright red blood flowed from her The back shoulder quickly oozed - her gunshot wound, lacerated.
Agnes fell to the ground, and just as the crew on the side tried to help her, the doctor screamed, "Don't touch it! Be careful of the wound!"
"That……?"
The doctor immediately stepped forward and used scissors to cut open the top of Agnes's back. Looking at the exaggerated amount of bleeding in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but gasp.
"No, no! I can't treat this kind of injury here, it has to be sent down! Send it right away!"
…
As nine o'clock approached, Tasia returned to the dining room with a pale face.
This afternoon and this evening, she felt as if she had shed all her tears in her life. In the last moments of Philip's life, she sat next to him, holding his hand, quietly waiting for death to come.
At first, Phillip still had some strength, and kept looking at him, murmuring and asking her what she thought.
To be fair, Tasia has never considered getting married to anyone. Even if no one has ever taught her, she has seen the long-proven rule from the people around her: once you enter into marriage, the great life will end. The moment he had nothing to do with her anymore and changed his surname, it was the beginning of his descent into mediocrity.
(End of chapter)
