The pianist stood there blankly, unable to tell whether this was an illusion or not.
What does he want to do? What should he do?
Some slow brains thought about it for a long time, but nothing came up. He just stretched out his hand blankly, hoping that the tree swallow would rest on his finger for a while.
Cold fingers gently landed on his wrist, and a slight dull pain came from the place of contact.
He was almost startled, and subconsciously used some force to pull his hand back.
In fact, there was no need to use such force. He retracted his hands and hit his abdomen. The sound like beating a leather drum seemed to be transmitted along his bones to his ears, making his mind suddenly clear. A little bit, because he was not hindered at all.
The fingers were just gently placed on it, then lifted up after he avoided it, and carefully touched his face. A slight tremor spread along the skin against his cheek, and the light brown eyes in front of him Sparkling water.
He almost heard Sarah calling his name from these light brown eyes, her heavenly voice carrying boundless sorrow, as if coming from the mother goddess exuding fragrance and fragrant wind. Kingdom of God.
For a moment, he suddenly realized that Sarah was crying for him. He felt that he was going crazy with joy. He wanted to scream, and wanted to run to the middle of the road and sing like a madman until his vocal cords bled and his voice became mute.
But then an empty feeling of loss suddenly emerged, because there was no sound at all as he was expecting. The heavenly voice had disappeared as she left the Segness Theater.
Don't be stupid, the pianist thought, those light brown eyes should be as dazzling as agate under the light of the theater's crystal chandelier, making everyone who thinks of her look forward to be intoxicated as if they are in a dream, instead of accompanying her. He was gray and wet in this boundless darkness - it shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be in this dirty environment.
So he smiled with wandering eyes, carefully approached the ear of the person in front of him, and whispered:
"I've scraped together enough money to attend that weekend show, let's go see what your mentor wants to do, okay?"
The sparkling light brown eyes only showed a little disapproval. She shook her head slowly, carefully avoiding his swollen wrist, and grabbed his arm.
Her eyes turned to the silent church in the darkness not far away.
...
"Do you think this assassination was directed and performed by Lord Bartlet?" Agnes asked in surprise, "Do you know what it means to draw this conclusion?"
"It's not actually an accident. Although it seems that the situation of Mr. Lord is not good, but..." Lunn pressed the black top hat on his head, curled his lips and said, "The security forces around him Definitely a lot.”
"Even before this assassination happened, it was already beyond the normal standards," he paused before saying, "It is definitely beyond the capabilities of the assassins that the 'Apprentice' bar can send out."
"Why didn't he notice some omens before the assassination happened?" Agnes asked aloud.
Lunn shook his head slowly, "Because there are some completely avoidable loopholes in his security arrangements."
He thought for a while and added: "That kind of loophole seems to be unintentional, but according to my understanding of this aspect, it will never appear if it is arranged normally."
"It sounds like you know the layout of security forces very well." Agnes said casually, "Do you think these loopholes were left intentionally?"
"Unless this Lord... is not as wise as the outside world says." Lunn thought for a while and then added.
Agnes felt that Lunn actually seemed to want to say that unless the Lord was stupid.
"Maybe he wants to catch the assassin?" Agnes stretched out and leaned on the sofa cushions and asked casually, "Ask the instigator behind it?"
"Yes, it is possible, but I think no one understands his situation better than the assassin," Lunn said. "What makes me feel strange is actually the rumor."
"The rumor that Conrad Bruno has replaced Lord Bartley to win the support of those families." He raised his head and stared at Agnes.
"No matter how powerful Conrad Bruno is and how much those families trust this man, Lord Bartley is the current consul of Ellesmere, and it will be quite some time before he leaves office. No matter what those families have towards Lord Bartley. No matter how dissatisfied they are, they will not give up Lord Bartley rashly." He said softly.
"Whether they use concessions in terms of interests or coercion," Lunn said, "they will try their best to win over the gentleman who once relied on them to ascend to the position of consul, but this will never include direct assassination."
"Unless their ideas are completely contrary to each other." Agnes said.
"Yes, unless their ideas are completely contradictory." Lunn repeated.
She looked at the "waiter" who looked at her seriously, and suddenly felt that her waiter seemed...actually quite thoughtful.
"It seems that you have reached a conclusion," Agnes suddenly showed a slightly malicious smile, "Let me tell you, what is the final conclusion you reached..."
"Either Lord Bartley still maintains good relations with those families, but he wants to win the trust of someone and wants to make them believe that he has broken with those families," Lunn said, "Or, he is really like Just like the rumors, he is already in a desperate situation, and it is indeed completely contrary to the ideas of those families who want to eradicate him, and he is not very smart."
"There are more situations..." Agnes added, "But that means that this Lord may have some other ambitions..."
"Maybe those assassins are really from those families, and they think Lord Bartlet is also a partner they can trust," Agnes said, looking at the newspaper on the table, "But Lord Bartlet has already Having unilaterally turned his back on them, he wanted to choose the more promising side."
Her eyes clearly read the news in the newspaper.
"...the Speaker expressed concern about the assassination at the Segnese Theater in Ellesmere Port... 'We will be sending some younger, more capable people to Ellesmere Hong Kong, launch an investigation into this case'."
"After all, it was a vicious incident." Agnes said with a sigh, "Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anymore."
"We will leave after the opera tomorrow night." Agnes raised her head and said.
"According to your wishes."
Lunn's expression hardly changed at all, and he just nodded in a very respectful manner.
