Why it never ends

Chapter 118 The Best Thing in the World
"Even if you can prevent all physical knives, guns and bullets, and even take her to escape to the wilderness, once a person gets old, he will become weak, easy to get sick, and easy to get injured... Apart from a livable place, where is there a trustworthy place?" Hospital, where is there a more suitable place to recuperate in old age?"

Seeing that Hesta's cheeks were slightly pale, Ava sneered slightly, "Why did you show such an expression, Hesta...have you never thought about these questions?"

Hesta was unconsciously terrified by this scene, but soon she regained her senses, "Even if there is such a day, Miss Chiba will never be caught without a fight, and before that, she will definitely find a suitable solution -"

"Like killing yourself decently before others get it," Ava said flatly. "Is this a solution?"

Hesta's questioning voice stopped abruptly.

Will there be... such a possibility?

Time passed slowly in the silent confrontation between the two.

When the hour hand of the clock was about to approach 8 o'clock, Ava said calmly: "There is an old proverb in the [-]th District, I don't know if you have heard it. 'Those who can't plan long-term plans can't plan well for the present'.

"I don't care why you wanted to hide from others in the first place, and I don't care why you want to kill Fernan now, since you appeared here today, it can be seen that your revenge is not over yet.

"I don't plan to interfere too much with your private affairs, but I can provide some timely help, such as helping you provide false chip data when you need it..."

Hesta's eyes suddenly brightened.

"...But, there are conditions." Ava said softly.

"What conditions?"

"Tell me first, how long did you plan to spend on this matter?"

Hesta was silent for a moment, then replied, "...Five more years."

Ava couldn't help but laugh. This startling answer made her feel absurd, even to the point of annoyance.

——The last thing these young people lack is time, so they always squander it recklessly!

"Five years..." Ava's sarcasm was beyond words, "You still have to waste five years on this matter... Could it be that you want to kill enough people to form a small country?"

"Not much," Hesta said softly, "but my purpose is not just to take their lives, I want the remaining people to feel the same amount of pain before they die, this is a very long plan .”

Unmoved, Ava stretched out her palm, "Five days."

"What?" Hesta frowned suspiciously, "...that's impossible."

"You can take them all to one place first, isn't five full days of torture enough?"

"Not enough," Hesta said in a deep voice, "at least...a year."

"One month."

"What is enough for a month?" Hesta stood up. She leaned against Ava while propping up the table, "What about half a year? Half a year—this is the limit I can compress."

Ava looked at her, "Three months, I won't change my mind. You don't have to give me an answer today... go back first, think slowly, think about what 'false coordinates' means, and then put your The five-year plan has been revisited-I believe there must be a lot of moisture in it that can be removed.

"If you think it's feasible, come to me next time with your prey list."

After that, Ava rang the bell again, and the lady who came in to get the letter opened the door from the outside.

"Eva?"

"Help me take Miss Demond downstairs." Ava's voice was still soothing, "Besides, you guys should also get ready, I'm about to leave."

Hesta stood up, bowed slightly to Ava, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Eureka." Ava suddenly called her from behind.

Hesta stopped and turned to look at Ava.

"Is there anything else you can do?" Hesta asked.

The sunlight outside the window gradually brightened. During the time they were talking, the hazy mist outside that only belonged to the early morning had dissipated. Ava sat in the bright morning light, looking calm and quiet.

"Power is a very good thing," Ava said slowly, "to put it bluntly, it may be the best thing in this world.

"Don't resist it, let alone despise it. When you have the opportunity to grab it, don't give it up easily... Sooner or later, you will understand why."

Hesta frowned again, as if thinking about the meaning of these words.

"...I will think about it carefully." She turned around and saluted Ava, "Thank you for your help today, goodbye."

Ava watched Hesta leave, and since there were already several visitors waiting at the front door, she was taken to the backyard.

Ava stood in front of her window, watching Hesta's back disappear behind the grape arbor, and Ava did not move until the whole yard returned to its usual tranquility.

She recalled with some fascination the first time she met Hesta at the police station—the first time she saw Hesta, she knew that something must have happened to this girl.The almost cruel pleasure in Hesta's eyes and the determined silence made Ava feel familiar.

But at this moment, Ava couldn't understand it, and even felt a little funny because of it: why people always like to do things that are not worth the loss when they are young, why they are always willing to let themselves be carried away by emotions—including hatred .

Ava still has a lot of things to say to Hesta, but she understands that talking too much will arouse the other party's boredom, so she can only leave it for the future.

Surely revenge is sweet, Hesta.

But when will you see the danger in this sweetness—revenge can always be a means, never an end.

Maybe everyone vaguely understood this at the beginning, but the longer you invest in this plan and the more energy you expend, the easier it is for you to not be able to tell the difference between the two.

If you really fall into the mud because of this...then when your revenge is over, it will be the moment when your whole life collapses.

Thinking of this, Ava felt a little emotional again.

What's the point of thinking about these things now... Hesta is only 19 years old this year, and the prelude to her life will begin in her world.As a tool, she has been sharpened enough, but as a person, she has too many clumsy parts.

A person's character is like her destiny. Premature self-consistency often means mediocrity, but a slanted sword can easily lead to breakage.

Perhaps because of this, these young people who are wandering on the edge can always easily attract their own attention.

Ava walked back to the table and put the second diagnosis she received this morning into the shredder next to her.

She doesn't have much time left, but she should be quite optimistic after three months...

Don't let me down, Hesta.

(End of this chapter)