"Is that okay?" Luo Shi picked up the ivory white and gold cigarette case on the table.
"Please." The dark-colored fingers took out a white cigarette. The cigarette seemed to be very comfortable being held in the slender fingers.
As the old man put the cigarette holder close to his mouth, the waiter stepped forward and lit the fire. The timing was perfect.
Moonlight has not smoked for more than half a year, she thought briefly in her mind, but she just tapped her fingers on the table.
"I'm sorry, Explorers always have secrets to keep," Sean replied. Loon nodded.
The main course was served, but he barely ate. A cigarette in one hand and a cane in the other.
“Although I no longer personally take care of many things, some of my subordinates still follow my previous instructions.
"That's what happened in Rongguang City this time. They didn't tell me until it caused a big mess."
"——Are you satisfied with the taste of the food?" He suddenly asked towards the moonlight.
"It's very delicious." A smile appeared on the old man's face, and a hint of worry appeared in the smile: "I heard that one of your people was seriously injured. Is he okay?"
"He was almost dead, but we brought him back. His condition is relatively stable now." Mike Downs is not awake yet, but at least he is still breathing.
"Oh..." After coughing a few times, he said,
"I'm so, so sorry."
"I hope to maintain a good relationship with outstanding people. We did make a big mistake in this matter. If possible, I hope to do something to express my goodwill..." The knife and fork collided lightly. It makes a pleasant sound, and the water in the goblet reflects elegant light.
Sean thought about it and decided it was time to get over an old grudge. He didn't know what kind of relationship he would have with Rockfield in the future, but it was the most appropriate time to settle an old grudge.
So he spoke: "You know, because they often delve into mysteries, explorers are always inexplicably involved in the fate of others.
"This is what happened a few years ago. I was exploring the old site of a textile factory in the New Testament, and accidentally ended up with an old grudge..."
"What's going on?"
"I am entangled in an old grudge against a group of innocent people who died tragically. They hope that I can avenge them day and night."
"How can I help?"
"They need the original perpetrator to sincerely repent before these poor lingering wills are willing to re-enter the spirit ring." After a moment of silence, Luo said, "You mean, I know the perpetrator?"
"Not only do you know each other, I'm afraid you also see each other every day."
"who is he?"
"He is Mr. Kent Graham standing behind you. These grievances seem to be the female textile factory workers who were burned to death in a fire, and there was also a spiritual little girl among them..."
"That's bullshit, I don't have any..." Graham said.
"Shut up." Rockfield didn't look back.
"Do you have any evidence?"
"Witness, does it count?"
"Of course it counts."
"Okay. I can ask for witnesses, but their situation is quite unbearable. I'm afraid they will destroy your elegant environment, and I'm afraid they will scare you."
"If it's a feud that needs to be understood, I can try to live with it."
"Okay." Sean stood up. He turned around and walked to a more open and darker place behind the chair.
"Everyone, I'm going to invite them out. I'm sorry to ruin your meal." Sean's soul touched the Witch Moon.
It had already made him feel that his soul was hot and the pain was unbearable. Dark red light suddenly fell, and a corner of the gorgeous and dim banquet hall suddenly turned into a tragic fire scene. There were more than thirty female workers standing in the fire scene, and the little witch Annie stood at the front.
Like a choir from hell.
"It's you!" Graham's eyes widened immediately. He thought of the Laughing Man in the brewery.
Rockfield sat in his seat, holding the gold-plated cane head tightly, and the heat wave blowing against his face ruffled his hair and scarf.
He squinted and looked at it, his expression unchanged. For an ordinary person, he was eerily calm.
"The thirty-three female workers at Haileywood Garment Factory, and the 'little witch' Annie, who was the murderer who set fire to and killed you?" One arm after another pointed in the same direction, pointing at Kent Graham.
The scarred King's eyes bulged. He had never thought about a incident that happened many years ago.
The "small job" has been pursued to this day!
"I've also heard about the tragedy at Haileywood Garment Factory. The resentment of these victims identified Kent as the murderer?"
"Yes." Luo Shi coughed due to the choking smoke: "So, what should we do to quell this fire that is burning today?"
"They don't need Kent to sacrifice his life, they want him to repent." It's harder to make a man like Kent repent than to kill him.
Kent was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Do you want me to apologize? Of course I can apologize."
"No, it's not an apology. It's about kneeling down, kowtowing, and sincerely repenting in the burning." Sean stood in front of the dark red people with his hands behind his back: "I am not trying to embarrass Mr. Graham. I am just trying to be a mediator. To make up for the wounds of the past - please believe that the request I just mentioned is the condition that I have reached after repeated communication and persuasion." Kent pulled out a chair and sat down, sitting behind Rockefeller.
He took out a cigar and lit it, his voice as low as thunder: "You can kill me. But you can't make me kneel down to them.
"Boss, I won't kneel down to a woman. I didn't do anything wrong." Luo Shi did not look back. He just held the head of the cane, tapped his fingers, and pursed his lips tightly.
The fire was still burning in the banquet hall. The waiter had already stayed away from the place of right and wrong.
"Mr. Fang Zhou, in other words, if we understand this feud, the unpleasantness we had in Rongguang City can be written off?"
"It makes sense."
"Okay." Rockefeller didn't look back: "Kent." Kent stood up suddenly, and his chair tipped over: "Boss! There is no way I can kneel down to these damn ghosts!"
"Kent..."
"Kill me, kill me!" Kent shouted, looking fiercely in the direction of the Eternal Night Ark. He exhaled a thick puff of smoke... However, the smoke was covered by the invisible wall. blocked.
Rockfield finally stood up and turned around slowly: "Kent." Kent then realized that he had to do it.
He exaggerated the whole description and his face turned ashen: "Boss, it was you at the beginning..."
"Kent!" Kane yelled from the other side,
"Let's get this over with!" The cigar burned in vain on his fingertips, and the rumble of thunder did not sound. Alligator boots stood motionless.
After a long period of silence, those proud boots walked step by step towards the dark red crowd and towards the fire.
The steps were heavy and slow, as if walking to the execution ground.
