Why it never ends

Chapter 287 Foreign Aid
Hesta picked up the gas lamp that Tanglar had dropped to the ground, and the flame that had been almost extinguished became bright again.

Trembling, Tanglar watched as Hesta carried the lamp to the fireplace at the other end of the dance floor. When the lamp was placed in the corner, Tanglar saw a few familiar faces through the dim light—they were chopped off. The lower skull is slowly rotting away.

He heard Hesta humming a strange song in the distance, she bent down, lifted the hair of the dead, and readjusted the position of the heads.

"Who should I put you next to?" Hester's humming stopped suddenly, and she turned her head, "Would you rather be next to Rich, Hoffman, or Schmidt?"

Tanglar wailed in pain: They used to enjoy themselves here in the past, but now this place will become their common coffin.

"Sorry……"

Panting, Tanglar got up and crawled towards Hesta.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a beast, I'm so damned... Please... Please..."

"Indeed." Hesta smiled, "But do you know why I didn't send you a photo, but brought you here directly?"

Looking at Hesta's gentle smiling face, Tanglar was in a daze for a moment. He opened his mouth and raised his head. After a while, he said tremblingly, "Are you... willing... to give me another chance?"

Hesta laughed on the spot, and this expression shattered Tanglar's last fantasy, but Hesta laughed so hard that Tanglar couldn't help laughing too. Under the collapse of reason, he couldn't restrain himself. Even my distorted laughter couldn't hold back the tears at this moment.

"You are so cute and silly, Viscount," Hesta lowered his head and looked at Tanglar, "I didn't send you a notice, simply because I found that my previous design was completely inappropriate for you.

"It was Hoffman who smuggled my mother into the livable place. Not only did he participate in the whole process of your ceremony, but after everything was over, he resold her to Fernand in order to make more money. So I cut off his fingers, smashed his teeth, and cut off his limbs.

"Rich, I dug out his eyes, if he hadn't coveted the beauty of other races, Fernand wouldn't have been looking for red-haired Hesta women in the wasteland.

"Schmidt, he didn't participate in your ceremony, he can be said to be the person who participated the least in this matter, but his death method is my favorite... Do you know why?

"On the third day of your ceremony, there was a woman who ran out of the Rohan Palace. As soon as she went out, she bumped into Schmidt in a police uniform... Do you remember this incident? Don't you not? "

Tanglar knelt on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"It's understandable that I don't remember, because when Schmidt brought people back, it was Hoffman who took over, and he was very impressed with it." Hesta said softly, "Last month, I When I first caught Schmidt, I asked him, 'How does it feel to watch those mercury needles that are supposed to protect you abandon you?', and he understood it as soon as he heard it."

"As for you, Viscount." Hesta looked down at him, "The first time I saw you, I realized that the photos I prepared were out of date..."

A sharp whine came from Danglar's throat, and he couldn't stop shaking his head.

It was pointless to think about whether to escape or not to escape. His mind was in chaos. He only knew that he was holding Hesta's calf tightly, not daring to let go.

The assassin's cold hand pinched the back of his neck, and that strong hand forced him to raise his head again——

"I should have pulled out your tongue first."

……

The next morning.

The manor where the viscount no longer appeared was still operating as usual, but the atmosphere was more deserted than before.

Su Lei got up early, and she and Stella made an appointment to meet again this morning.As soon as she reached the stairs, she saw a familiar figure: "Victoria?"

"Morning, Officer Su Lei."

"...Didn't you say that you don't show up recently?" Su Lei walked down the stairs quickly, "Why—"

"I didn't show up before because there was a reason for not showing up, but now it's because the situation has changed." Victoria replied solemnly, "What did you do last night?"

"Stella asked me for an interview."

"No wonder I didn't see you when I came last night." Victoria pushed a half-folded white paper towards Su Lei, "Have you seen this?"

Su Lei stepped forward and unfolded the paper—this was a copy of a handwritten letter.

Su Lei read the complete letter at a glance. It was obviously Tanglar's handwriting. This letter was written on the night that Nightingale committed suicide and Roger was confirmed missing. An urgent business, and left several emergency contact phone numbers and addresses.

At the end of the letter, Tanglar mentioned in a specious tone that he would have a planned escape recently. He knew that the housekeeper would definitely come to help him sort out the documents, so he left the letter here. He is not dead. When everything is calm, he will Will be back again.

"This is……"

"I heard from Trisha that you seemed a little disappointed yesterday, so I thought I should show you this." Victoria said softly, "I think your previous guess was right, the assassin must have used Roger The disappearance case, otherwise Tanglar would not have written such a thing."

Su Lei took a deep breath, folded the letter in four, and put it in his pocket, "Thank you, did you read the email I forwarded to you last night?"

"Look... Actually, I'm mentally prepared for this, so I'm not very surprised." Victoria said softly, "For us now, the priority of catching—or killing the assassin is far away. Far beyond protecting hostages."

"Because she completely penetrated your internal system, didn't she?"

Victoria didn't answer right away, she leaned back on the chair behind her and laughed, "Sometimes, I wonder who I'm fighting against."

"The assassin has helpers inside you, isn't this something you already knew?"

"...It's not as simple as a helper. One or a few helpers can't do this." Victoria said softly, "The night before yesterday, a person died in the Wauna Wasteland. One contacted Avinash before and said An old man who may provide important clues."

"A clue about what? The assassin?"

"Well." Victoria nodded, "The other party came up and said that the assassin was related to a woman named 'Volva'. Schmidt called this name before he died, so Avinash had the impression that the two sides had made an appointment. We met yesterday morning in the central city of the Wauna Wasteland, but Avinash and the others didn’t pick up anyone.”

"... was silenced?"

"Yes, the whole house was burned." Victoria said softly, "Avinash and the others found out that the old man had deposited important documents in several banks, but when they went to inquire, they were told that all the documents had been Picked up the day before - can you imagine the amount of work and the speed of response?"

(End of this chapter)