"I'm afraid it sounds very difficult." Ed smiled, "Even people like me, who work for the government, haven't even had weekends yet."
"It's quite difficult." Marvin did not laugh, but looked at the starless night sky solemnly.
"Last question: Why are you taking the pineapples for distribution? Don't you think this will reveal your whereabouts?" Ed finally asked the question.
"Of course, it might cause some trouble. But those of us who can't eat so many pineapples, should we let them rot or irresponsibly throw them on the street for people to grab? That would be too wasteful."
Marvin said frankly, "What's more, after people have tasted the deliciousness of pineapple, it is difficult to forget the taste. I think that as long as everyone can recall the taste of pineapple, maybe there will be some people who are no longer willing to live alone forever. Eating cold, hard black bread with sawdust in it.”
"Interesting idea," Ed commented.
"To be honest, I don't know if this is the right thing to do, or maybe I'm just a crazy ***?"
Marvin's voice was almost too quiet to be heard. At this moment, the confident smile that he had when facing the heavy siege of mercenaries was no longer visible on his face.
"The world is hard, everyone is having a bad time, and someone has to stand up and do something. At least you tried."
Ed's words silenced Marvin for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he was ready to accept the ending:
"Let's be honest, what are you going to do with me? Arrest me? Let me go? Or just save the trouble and just kill me, so that West Coast Company will not trace information about you from me?"
"As you said, Mr. Sinclair: peace or violence are never ends in themselves, only a means."
Ed stood up, walked around a few times, stood in front of Marvin, and gently threw a pair of shining silver metal handcuffs beside him:
"I guess the West Coast Company has noticed your name now. Rather than suffering their retaliation outside, which may come at any time, prison is a safe place - put it on, go to the police station and surrender, in prison If they stay there for five or six years, if they're lucky, they might forget about it..."
"Or, if you know what you want to do, if it's really worth the risk, then good luck to you..."
After saying that, Ed turned around and left, disappearing into the misty night.
…
"Thank you, dear."
Byakuya reached out and took the coffee handed over by Angelica and put it aside. He took out the dressing mirror, pursed his lips and put on lipstick.
"Angelica, if you are sleepy, you can go and rest first. I will let you know tomorrow what to do next." Ed also took the coffee and reminded him kindly.
"No, let me listen to it together to avoid any omissions later." Angelica found a chair and sat down.
"That's fine."
Seeing that Angelica insisted on staying, Ed stopped persuading him. He picked up his cup and took a sip, then turned to look at Byakuya:
"I'm telling you, sissy... if you put on lipstick first and then drink coffee, wouldn't the lipstick be in vain? Isn't it unnecessary?"
"How do you call it unnecessary? Look, there is an extra mark of my lipstick on the rim of the cup so that it won't be confused with anyone else."
Bai Ya picked up the coffee and took a sip, and showed the rim of the cup to Ed with a charming smile.
"Uh... I'm really convinced." Ed's scalp felt numb for a while, "Even if there is no lipstick mark, a normal person would not want to touch a cup that you may have used."
"When will Mr. Eton arrive? Hurry up and finish the meeting so I can get some beauty sleep." Byakuya asked, crossing his legs impatiently.
"Don't worry, I've already sent him a telegram. He should be here in a while." Ed looked down at his pocket watch and estimated the distance.
"Speaking of which, why did you let those people go? Won't we accomplish two tasks at once by taking them back together?"
"Don't worry, don't they still owe me a favor? Maybe they will be able to use him in the future.
their place. Ed smiled and said, "You can't repay this debt of gratitude while sitting in prison, do you think so?" Ed laughed.
Sometimes when you hold your cane for too long, you forget that you are wearing the same hat as them.
"Okay, it's your mission anyway, you can decide for yourself." Bai Ya waved his left hand and shook the coffee cup in his right hand, "This coffee is too boring to drink alone, why don't we add some whiskey... …”
"Sorry for the long wait, everyone."
Just when Bai Ya was still about to drink, a hurried figure opened the door and walked in. The visitor was none other than Mr. Eaton. The summer night was getting hotter, and he was wearing much thinner clothes, making him appear slimmer and taller.
"Mr. Eaton, here is the detailed action report." Ed stood up, handed over a document and said, "These on the table are the physical evidence we collected at the scene. Due to the emergency situation, this is all we could collect. "
Eaton took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack. He sat down, opened the file book, glanced at it briefly, raised his head and said:
"Someone was smuggling arms in Silvermist City through West Coast Company, so you sneaked into the dock area, destroyed the arms and contraband hidden in the exclusive warehouse, and caused explosions and commotion. Is that roughly true?"
"Yes," Ed replied.
"Besides that, you said you had another guess."
"That's right..." Ed nodded, "I think the man behind the dispute between the Royal Society and the Auckland family is the West Coast Company."
