When Linn climbed in through the window using a rather comical gesture, the atmosphere in the room immediately began to change.
No more cordial conversation, no more courtesy.
Cold, chilling, nervous...
The air is as stagnant as water, the temperature is as cold as ice, and the heartbeat is as loud as a drum...
In such an atmosphere, Ron seemed to hide himself intentionally, silently "returning" the initiative in the conversation to Lin En.
Ultimately, this is Lynn's own business.
He has the right to discern and deal with all this, and the right to say no.
So Ron stood up with a smile still on his face. Under Andrew's restless and pleading eyes, he stood next to Linn and gave Linn a look.
Lin En, on the other hand, returned the look of "don't worry" and moved to the position where Ron was sitting just now.
That is, directly opposite Andrew.
I don't know why, but after seeing Lin En's "don't worry about you" look in his eyes, Ron, who was quite relieved at first, suddenly felt uneasy again.
"say."
Linn leaned forward and lit a cigarette for himself.
For some reason, Andrew suddenly saw himself being burned to death.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot, you..."
Lin En looked back at Ron and received an indifferent smile from Ron.
"That's good."
It can be regarded as a one-second breakthrough, but Linn's sense of oppression is still there.
Andrew knew that with the other party's madness, it might be the most dangerous situation in a seemingly normal state.
So, in order to prevent his body, which was not very healthy, from collapsing due to the rapid heartbeat, Andrew forced out what he thought was a kind smile, stood up, bent down, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Lin, Mr. Linn, I am the Security Bureau..."
"Why isn't Amanda here? Oh, I understand, you secretly hid her, right! I must..."
Linn stood up and ran towards the window, looking like he was about to rush out.
However, Ron stopped him.
"Lynn, look at this."
Ron picked up the small black book and handed it to Lin En.
"What is this?"
Lynn turned to the first page and saw a certain name.
Amanda.
Underneath it was her address, and a hidden property purchased under a pseudonym and recorded in someone else's name.
Lin En flipped through it and couldn't help but praise her: "You also bought a house in Gotham. How brave you are! Respectable!"
After flipping back casually, Lin closed the small book and returned to its original position with a strange smile.
"Mr. Andrew, right."
To Ron, Linn's smile seemed kind, but to Andrew, it looked like a hungry, skinny wolf with rotten blood at the corners of his mouth.
"I think……"
Lin En held Ke Ke's hand: "...We still have many things we can talk about."
Finally sitting down, Lin held his chin, with a strange tone in his voice, and tapped his face with his little finger: "For example, the contents of this small book.
Mr. Andrew, let me ask you, do you... want to turn that deputy into... a positive one? "
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Rain, night, umbrella.
Thick black umbrellas covered the equally dark sky.
This was a cemetery where a funeral had just been held during the day, a collective funeral.
Most of those people who were thrust into the thick black soil should have died many years ago, and a considerable number of them have been removed from human society long ago and are a category that "does not exist" living in dark corners. people.
But they really don't exist now, really... dead.
…
White flowers were sacrificed in front of the smooth black tombstone, and the rain trapped them, causing the petals to wither.
Amanda was alone, holding an umbrella, standing here expressionless, not knowing what she was thinking.
Essentially speaking, Amanda has never cared about these people. She "saved" these people from certain death situations from various places and brought them together just so that they can take advantage of what she "should have given them." Life", just go and do something for her.
Consumables, that’s probably what it means.
Like a piece of paper, like a garbage bag, like a pinch of disinfectant spray.
That's all.
but now. They are all dead.
Years of accumulation and secretly hidden strength are all dead.
A whole writing book, a whole roll of garbage bags, unscrewing the bottle mouth, and pouring out disinfectant spray. This made Amanda very distressed.
If she didn't have these things as her back-up, if she didn't have these people who could help her do something, how could Amanda have been taking on some tricky jobs for many years, accepting all the dirty work? Step by step, I got to where I am today.
In the sky, the rain is still falling.
But Amanda's eyes were burning like fire.
It was utter hatred, and some kind of unknown... fear.
Why! Why doesn't that guy named Lynn want to die? Why didn't he die honestly like the others?
The handle of the umbrella she held in her hand made a creaking sound. The joints in Amanda's hands were sharp and the muscles were bulging.
But after all, she didn't make a sound, not a scolding.
She is not ready to bury and commemorate her lofty ideals and future.
Buried in the cemetery are just people who have died long ago.
No matter how many consumables you have, they are nothing more than consumables.
Just buy it again.
The rain was pattering, Amanda held an umbrella, came alone, and left alone.
…………
The car was parked in the backyard of a remote villa. The rain had stopped. Amanda got out of the car and stared at the dark villa in front of her, without any light.
To be precise, Amanda never owned the villa. The person who owns this villa is a survivor named Sakchi, who is currently 62 years old, single, widowed, and has an eccentric personality.
Who knows, that’s how it was originally written.
…
Pushing open the door, Amanda stood at the door and waited quietly for ten seconds before walking in.
Although her entire life seems to be in a bad state now, it doesn't mean that all of Amanda's power and hidden intelligence network have disappeared.
She knew exactly what was happening in the outside world.
Lin En is frantically looking for her, and he is not willing to go on a killing spree... Well, maybe from the perspective of a madman, that is just a normal operation.
Really...
"Damn it Lynn!"
The water glass was violently thrown to the ground and shattered into countless pieces. Amanda's face was no longer calm. She looked ferocious and furious. She held the door frame of the refrigerator with both hands so hard that her nails were in danger of sticking up. .
"call……"
After taking a few deep breaths, Amanda closed her eyes and became calm again.
With a look of disgust on her face, Amanda kicked the broken glass on the ground to the corner and the edge of the counter. Amanda closed the refrigerator door and the room fell into darkness again.
Since moving into the house, Amanda has rarely turned on the lights.
In such a strange environment, she could never calm down very well, and she always had all kinds of inexplicable... fears.
The light would make it difficult for her to see out the window.
That's really terrible.
…
Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite quiet.
Those messy and sparse ticking sounds make people upset, just like a clock spinning around.
"damn it!"
The sound of ticking kept sounding irregularly. Amanda put down the water glass in her hand, walked quickly to the kitchen, and tightened the faucet tightly.
He came to the window again, opened the curtains, and checked every window. I walked to the basement again and closed the small ventilation window...
The sound of rain finally became much quieter.
But the ticking sound is still there.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Ringing in the ears, ringing in the heart...
Amanda's expression grew tense.
She slowly stood up and scanned the entire living room inch by inch.
Crash...the rain outside the window still sounded dull.
Tick tock...tick tock...
The sound of dripping water...
It rang in the room...
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, Amanda stepped back slowly, her heels falling on the floor, click, click, click...
The footsteps that were usually ignored subconsciously were so obvious at this moment.
Every step he takes feels like stepping on his own heart.
Ta, tap, tap...
Tick tock tick tock…
Stepping back, Amanda finally leaned against the island in the open kitchen and stopped.
At this time, the ticking sound also disappeared.
Is it Nakajima's faucet...
Amanda turned around and followed the marble veins bit by bit until she reached the platform of the island.
water.
"Ah...huh..."
Almost collapsed to the ground. These days, Amanda was suspicious and had experienced this kind of thing many times.
It’s fake again, it’s fake again…it’s good to be fake, it’s good to be fake…
Wiping off the water stains on the countertop with her hands, Amanda shook her hands and raised her feet to leave.
At this time...
Tick tock.
A drop of water hit the floor behind her.
Tick tock…
A drop of water fell on the top of her head.
Slowly, slowly... Amanda looked up.
As the lightning flashed, she saw someone hanging upside down from the ceiling, with a strand of hair hanging down and dripping water... showing a pale smile...
Lynn.
"Ah...you found me...hehehehe...no...
I...found you...Amanda..."
boom! boom! boom!
Orange light flashed in the dark room, and while the gun muzzle erupted flames, it also made a loud sound.
However, on such a rainy night, it failed to attract the slightest attention.
boom! Bang...bang!
The gunshots were still ringing out, and the shooter stepped back, his shooting finger trembling uncontrollably.
The man who was shot stepped forward, and his body was shaking constantly.
It's just, not because of pain, but because...
"I'm very happy, Amanda. Don't you really want to see me?"
"God..."
"It's a little early to convert now, isn't it? Hahahahaha!"
In the night, Linn's laughter spread far, far away...
(This is a debt, and will be updated normally in the evening.)
a ha ha ha! I coded this chapter while drinking tea in the bathhouse! !
I'm sorry to everyone, but I finally paid off my debt →_→
I won’t make blind promises in the future~~
(End of chapter)
