Why it never ends

Chapter 253 Epiphany
Hesta was somewhat unaccustomed to suddenly holding a pen and starting to write about his own mental journey.

Although this kind of order was common in the critically critical battles in the past, in the past, she always used the excuse that the current situation was tense to temporarily avoid such reports. Get rid of all procedural hassles.

It's just that this set of universal rhetoric is obviously not suitable for the current scene.

The hall was extremely quiet. Ende, who had long been familiar with the process, wrote quickly and analyzed six or seven pages eloquently. Trisha took her personal confession to the conference room to deal with business. After about 10 minutes, Trisha was empty. Set out to get back, telling Ende who was dozing off that she can go back to sleep now.

So only Hesta and Calvin, who were still thinking hard, were left in the hall——

An hour passed, and the two only squeezed out half a page.

Trisha stepped forward to look at what the two had written, and began to personally guide and supplement the details, and quickly helped the two expand the manuscript to a page and a half.

"Okay." Trisha put away the manuscripts of the two, "You wait here for me."

After Trisha left, Hesta and Calvin sighed at the same time, and leaned back on the back of their chairs in unison.

"Can you pass the level like that?" Calvin looked worriedly at the direction where Trisha disappeared, and then turned to look at Hesta, "How did you make it up?"

Hesta pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, "Just answer the truth, there is nothing to make up."

Calvin was silent for a while, "...Maybe I should also tell the truth."

Hesta slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the person beside him: "Is what you just wrote the truth?"

"No."

"Then you in the afternoon..." Hesta recalled for a moment, and suddenly remembered the scene where Victoria invited Calvin to speak in the afternoon. She said with some uncertainty, "Did you guess my story?"

Calvin nodded.

"At first it was an animal, then it was the corpse of the same kind, then it was the same kind, and finally it was myself..."

His thumb gently rubbed the remaining white paper on the table.

"I think this also seems to be talking about Mercury Needle itself."

"……I do not understand?"

"When we were not mercury needles, we cooked cattle and slaughtered sheep, chickens and geese like ordinary people; later we became mercury needles, and we started hunting chelates...and those were the corpses of the same kind."

Calvin was silent for a moment, then looked at Hesta: "Bergman... Do you think this person is our kind?"

Hesta immediately understood what Calvin was referring to, and she calmly caught Calvin's gaze, "Yes."

Calvin clasped his hands and leaned on the table sadly, "I'm really worried about Sean, I'm really afraid that he will be severely punished after this incident..."

Calvin rambled about his worries, and Hesta tried to listen for a while, but was soon distracted.

In the background sound of Calvin, Hesta thought of Roger again.She thought of this man's overly generous behavior tonight—maybe she shouldn't be so resolute in rejecting all his gifts, if she accepts a gift tonight, at least she can come back tomorrow in return.

But this kind of behavior of accepting gifts is too abnormal for her, if she really accepts it, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

She remembered that before parting tonight, Roger said that his travel itinerary was set for the beginning of next year, and he was looking forward to leaving earlier, but during this time he still had a lot of urgent things to deal with in the third district, and he couldn't get rid of it at all. body.

But is it really so?

At least when she visited Roger's underground exhibition hall, she saw that many artworks had been neatly packed there. Not only that, but Hesta also noticed that there was a customs exit permit on it, which was ready to be shipped at any time.

These thoughts are like floating in the deep sea, cruising and colliding in her mind, and some hidden facts are looming in them. Hesta thinks with all her strength, and gradually feels that Calvin's background sound is really disturbing.

"Carl, that's just a game." Hesta raised his head, "I made up a riddle, you can't take it as a prophetic poem... And I've wanted to say it a long time ago, you are too dragged down by Sean deep."

"It's not 'drag'," Calvin repeated the word emphatically, "if you have brothers, you'll understand that there's no such thing as 'drag' between brothers—"

"Well, I respect your opinion." Hesta interrupted Calvin again, "I really can't understand, after all..."

Hesta's words stopped abruptly.

The image of the newspaper on Roger's desk suddenly flashed back, and Campbell's weak and angry eyes reappeared in Hesta's mind.

drag……

The Roger case is a representative case of Campbell’s operation of public opinion, and Roger’s hands are solidly impregnated with crime. If someone wants to start Campbell’s disgraceful career, the Roger case must be an important one that cannot be bypassed. The evidence, among other things, that in the past few years Roger has changed his name and changed his surname to roam free is enough to shock the public again.

——They once achieved each other, and this connection is also like a rope, binding Campbell and Roger firmly together.

Leave early next year?

impossible……

Roger will never let Campbell drag him down—the situation on Campbell's side is not clear now. For Roger, the safest way is to leave the third district immediately until Campbell survives the crisis safely, or is completely exposed.

Everything slowly became clear.

I'm afraid that Roger's appearance in Tanglar's manor this time is just a short stay.

It's been a few weeks since he left the third district... No, it's even just a few days.

Suddenly, things feel urgent.

Hesta closed her eyes, covered her forehead, and leaned back on the table again.

"Eureka...?" Calvin looked at Hesta who suddenly lost his mind, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry..." Hesta opened his eyes wearily, "Too many things happened today, my tone may have been a little heavy..."

"Not at all." Calvin said solemnly, "Thank you for patiently listening to me so much tonight."

Soon, Trisha returned to the hall and told them that they could go back to rest. Hesta immediately went upstairs without looking back.

Roger's appearance was like a gift that fell from the sky. If he didn't grasp the timing this time, he would be looking for a needle in a haystack again if he tried to catch him.

She must not miss this opportunity...

Absolutely not!

……

The next morning Hesta went down early to dine.

She has been paying attention to the movement on the second floor, so that she can catch Palan's trace at the first time-for now, Palan is the only reason for her to get close to Roger.

It was a long night and dreamy, she was determined to control Roger within today, but the plans made in a hurry were always difficult to perfect, how to make the meeting between herself and Roger appear natural, appropriate and unobtrusive, Hesta was still a little unsure.

"Miss Eureka?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, "You woke up really early."

Hesta turned her head - Roger was already dressed in formal clothes, standing not far behind her.

(End of this chapter)