Why it never ends

Chapter 156 Fiction
The whole afternoon has been spent, but the real effective reading is less than five pages. This kind of efficiency is really unbearable for Hesta. She put "Origin" aside again, and fell down on the bed with some annoyance. .

Footsteps were heard from the stairs not far away. Hesta looked up and saw Alja coming down with something in her arms.

Hesta glanced at the time, and there was still half an hour before the usual meal time.

"Alja, why are you here?"

"Ava asked me to bring you something." Alja walked to the door of Hesta's room, "You have slept all day today, and you don't even know how funny things happened this morning!"

"what happened?"

"This morning, maybe after five o'clock, Ava suddenly called all of us on the morning shift to her room, saying that she couldn't find a brooch, and insisted that all of us rummaged through the room together, Find her a brooch—"

Hesta froze.

"In the end, where do you think the brooch was found?" Alja asked with a smile.

"……where?"

"It's in Ava's own pajamas pocket! God knows why she put the brooch there, isn't she in a panic?" Alja smiled and opened the drawer, and took a pile of newspapers and file bags in her hand. Pushing it in, "She was a little disappointed this morning, saying that she was really old, and she never made such jokes before-we said what's wrong with it, how many people in their teens and 20s lose everything every day. "

No wonder there was a drying rack set up in the yard this morning, but no one was doing anything in the yard. No wonder Aya went down to the cellar a little later than usual today—and it happened not long after she replaced her arm and lay down just appeared.

Ava could see the status of her terminal in her room. She must have realized that she hadn't returned yet, so she thought of a way to hold everyone in the house at that time.

Hesta looked down at the things Alja sent, "What are these... Are they all newspapers?"

"There are also letters and postcards for you, but I heard that they are not originals, they are scanned and photocopied. Ava said that these were sent by your friends. The originals were kept by your superiors, but they sent a photocopied version." Al Jia replied.

Hesta quickly realized that the "superior" in Alja's mouth should refer to office 004. At this juncture, of course they have to review their communications.

Hesta first picked up the file bag and opened it. There were about six or seven blank sheets of paper with things printed on both sides.

There is no letter inside, only postcards and photos from Lico and Turan, and they are just some simple greetings.

Below a photo of Lico waving her arms and shouting to the sea, she briefly wrote about her sea fishing experience in four lines; and another postcard was sent by Turan from PMRC, the Medical Research Center of the First Region. When it came out, Turan asked Hesta to pay attention to the steel stamp in the upper right corner in the message, saying that this steel stamp can only be stamped in the museum souvenir shop of PMRC-unfortunately, the photocopied version of the postcard cannot present this kind of detail.

"Ava said that you can reply, but all information will be checked by a third person." Alja looked at her, "Do you want to reply?"

Hesta's fingers lightly stroked the handwriting and shook his head.

Alja tilted her head curiously, "Is it really not necessary?"

Hesta shook her head again, and she couldn't help smiling at Alja, "I have to reject you twice every time."

"Because it's incredible, Eureka," Alja said against the glass wall, "you know? I really admire you. If I was always stuck in one place, even if I was given food and drink, I would be lonely. Damn. I must be writing letters every day, trying to find someone to talk to—you can survive in this environment? How the hell do you do it?"

"..." Hesta didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

In fact, she does "write letters" every day, to Dean Alma, Sister Gerding, to Liz, and even to her mother... Some of these letters are on paper, and more are in her heart, but they are all There is one thing in common, that is, they will never be sent.

Before all the dust settled, she couldn't be sure whether her sudden acceleration of revenge plans would cause trouble for those living friends.

If she is identified as an extremist, the friends around her will be "colored" first, just like when Lico was brought to court, both herself at the base and Turan, who was far away in the first district, were punished even more. Pay attention.

Because the "dangerous elements" never appear alone, they are always in groups, forming soil for each other.

"...Eureka?" Alja's voice suddenly became a little deep, which brought Hesta back to her senses. The girl's voice was a little apologetic, "Maybe I shouldn't mention these things...cause you sad ?"

"No, I just suddenly realized that I really miss my friend," Hesta whispered, "but the days here are not lonely or difficult, thank you."

"Don't be so polite... Oh, and these newspapers, Ava told me that I will take down these newspapers for you to read every day in the future. She said that she can't give you your mobile phone and computer, so you just keep it— — just in case you're bored, it's good to look through these things."

Hesta picked up the newspapers, and the names of these newspapers were recognizable, such as "Indomitable News", "Third District News Daily", "Third Evening Post"... She suddenly remembered the teachings of Sister Gertin in the past, a noble person One should not read too many newspapers, for after all they can make up anything to attract readers, and a righteous soul should not be filled with nonsense and empty talk.

Suddenly, Hesta's hand stopped, and among these large newspapers was a newspaper she had never seen before. Its paper and ink quality seemed very ordinary, and "Anecdote Express" was printed on the front page Four words.

Below the registration, there is a very small newspaper slogan:
We solemnly declare that all the information you read in this newspaper are all fictitious and purely fictitious.

……

In the police station of Tanyi City, Su Lei was also reading the same newspaper.

As Chiba had expected, today's "Anecdote Express" spent a lot of space reporting on Viscount Rishi's love affair in the Habitable Land - the picture that was spilled in the photo rain yesterday morning was placed on the front page as a feature.

It took Su Lei about 10 minutes to read through the relevant article, and found that it was not as bad as what Chiba said yesterday.

Although the overall wording of the articles does have a strong tendency to appear exaggerated, judging from its description of the incident, the main writers of these articles are not those common second-hand information dealers. On the contrary, these reports are full of a lot of According to the first-hand materials, there are even many places that coincide with Su Lei's own findings.

Without in-depth interviews and investigations, it is impossible to write such an article based on imagination and playing with pen and ink.

Su Lei took a special look at the name of the president and editor-in-chief:
Stella Clifford

(End of this chapter)