"Thank you so much for being here so late at night chatting with an old guy like me."
The sea monster lowered his head, added two cubes of sugar to the coffee in the cup, and stirred it with a teaspoon. Ed looked at the window. Through the blinds, he could see that the light was deflecting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The flow of time seems to speed up. This is not an unusual thing to happen in a dream, but it is a sign that something is coming.
The printing telegraph machine was placed on a cast-iron triangular cabinet in the corner not far away. If he wanted to change the direction of the story, he only needed to send a telegram to Eaton or Christopher himself, or even send one to the headquarters——
Christopher would live, Quinn would have a full childhood, and Miss Olivia wouldn't be paralyzing herself with never-ending work and medication with unhealed trauma.
But that is meaningless. The withered leaves will not return to the trees, and the dead people have also fallen asleep. This is just a dream belonging to the sea monster.
Ed knows very well that he can't save anyone else in the story, so he can only try to save the sea monster himself. The sea monster's knot must be untied by himself, so he must wait.
"It's nothing. It's nothing to accompany the old man on the night shift. It's just a good way to get familiar with the environment." He turned around and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, I remember that the person in charge of the East District is Mr. Eaton, right? Where are the others? "
"Oh, he..."
The sea monster took a sip of coffee and replied. His voice became a little groggy, as if the coffee had been spiked with sleeping pills:
"He has been investigating the Ring Brotherhood recently, and I heard that he has found some clues. I would say there is nothing to investigate. The organization was uprooted ten years ago, and now only a few clues have been uncovered. Fish and shrimp. Little Quinn is so big now..."
At this point, the sea monster suddenly realized that he had said something wrong and quickly went back to make amends:
"...I mean, little Quinn was born not long after Operation Aconite, so I remembered the two things together. Oh, look - it was already nine o'clock after just a few words of conversation, Time flies so fast.”
"Who says it's not?" Ed agreed, "But even during the witch-hunting era, the wolf problem in Silvermist City has not been eradicated. If there are really remnants of the Ring Brotherhood in Silvermist City, Mr. Christopher will probably They are their primary target for revenge.”
"You're right." The sea monster agreed. His expression suddenly trembled, and he lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows. "I don't know why, when you said that, I suddenly felt a little palpitated. It's like..."
"What does it look like? Can you tell me?"
"Have you ever had a time like this? It was like you had just encountered something, but it felt like you had witnessed it happen in the past. I seemed to suddenly think of something bad, as if Christopher really--"
"As if Christopher was really killed?"
"That's right, there are still many things pouring into my mind..." The sea monster's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids were like shaky curtains, "It's so messy, I have to rest for a while... No, I can't rest. …”
"No, rest..."
As he talked, he could no longer bear the tiredness and lay down on his desk.
Did Mr. Kraken fall asleep on duty that night? Ed stared at the sea monster sleeping in his dream, lost in thought.
Is that all? Ed didn't quite believe it.
In hindsight, it appears that the Brotherhood of the Ring members who attacked Director Christopher had cut the telegraph wires before launching the assassination attempt. It is impossible for the sea monster to receive Christopher's rescue telegram.
Even if the line is not cut off, Christopher's best choice is to give priority to the crow's nest in the central area, which has stronger support and is closer, rather than the east area stronghold which takes longer to support.
If that were the case, there would be no need for Mr. Sea Monster to feel guilty or even obsessed with it. Because judging from the current situation, no matter what the sea monster does, Christopher has no chance of surviving.
Boom——
Suddenly, a thunder and lightning tore through the thick fog outside the window, and showers came one after another.
The sound of rain gradually ceased to be heard. The flow of time is accelerating, five times, ten times, twenty times, time is still accelerating, and the sea monster in the room snores slightly, as if it is isolated from the outside world.
Click, click, click... The printing telegraph machine in the corner suddenly rang. Who could it be?
Ed walked over, skillfully bent down, found the key from the gap between the bracket of the triangular cabinet and the ground, opened the locker, and took out the code book.
After all these years, Mr. Kraken's habits really haven't changed at all. Ed smiled knowingly and translated the code word for word according to the key:
[According to the investigation, Night Owl may be in danger in the near future. For safety reasons, please send people to its location to protect it and wait for further verification of the information, Junying. 】
Jun Ying is the code name of Mr. Eaton, and Night Owl must be the code name of Director Christopher.
In other words, Mr. Eaton did find clues about the actions of the Brotherhood of the Ring before Director Christopher was killed. However, he has no conclusive evidence that an attack will occur tonight.
The Crow's Nest will not immediately mobilize due to a piece of "possible" intelligence, because hundreds of "possible" pieces of intelligence are collected every day in Silvermist City, so Mr. Eaton can only ask the East Area team he is responsible for to Send some extra manpower to strengthen security.
And it happened that Mr. Sea Monster, who was about to retire, fell asleep during the night watch because his mind was distracted...
The noisy rain outside the window suddenly became thinner. This represents time returning to normal flow rate.
Ed looked at the alarm clock. There was still one hour left before midnight.
