Why it never ends

Chapter 331 Viborg
"...What do you mean, smoking can make you live a few years less?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded calmly, "My ideal life expectancy is 82 years old."

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man began to talk about her great-grandmother, about how an old man managed 260 hectares of fertile land by himself with farming machines left over from the golden age...but Hesta didn't want to listen at all.

She bowed down and propped her forehead wearily.

Just a few minutes ago, Hesta had a good impression of this woman he met in the exhibition hall by chance. At that time, the woman's conversation and behavior were so elegant and mysterious, as if she was a dangerous visitor from another world... And Not the blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But the whole thing makes sense on a little scrutiny: what sane person would burst into a rant in a quiet exhibition hall?Perhaps everything can be attributed to the dim lights, the sound of the wind, the chirping of insects in the exhibition hall, and the reflection of the silver giant banyan...they together form a poetic and thick filter.

"Your feet..." Hesta ruthlessly interrupted the middle-aged man's chatter, "What's going on?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if Hesta's question had opened up another topic that fascinated her, she smiled and put her hands on her knees, "Oh, this is for motorcycle wrestling, I was planning to Leaping over a 20-meter broken bridge, the result—"

"...I'm talking about your electronic shackles," Hesta interrupted the middle-aged man's rambling again. She couldn't decide whether this man was talking about it on purpose or if he really didn't understand the question just now—after all At this moment, the face of the middle-aged man is full of enthusiasm and sincerity.

"You don't seem to be surprised at the presence of chelates and mercury needles here," Hesta whispered, "Who are you?"

"...I really want to tell you that there is nothing to hide," the middle-aged man also lowered his voice, "but to be honest, I don't seem to have the right to talk about this—otherwise, my sentence will never be reduced."

"You are also a passenger of the 'Shengming', right?"

"Yes, I've wanted to take this ship for many years." She looked towards the pier where the Shengming ship was in the distance, "I didn't expect to catch up with its last voyage, what a wonderful fate... Don't you think so? "

"You also received the 'Boarding Instructions'?"

"Of course, but such inexplicable rules don't need to be ignored—"

"May I see your original 'Notice'?" Hesta asked. "Do you have it with you?"

"I'm taking it." The middle-aged man casually took out an envelope from his big pocket and handed it to Hesta. Just as Hesta was about to reach out, a ship card fell out of the envelope.

Hesta tried to catch it in the air, but the action was still a bit slow, and the ship card fell to the ground with a "slap", stirring up a burst of dust.

Hesta picked it up immediately and handed it back to the middle-aged man, "You should put this thing away."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man smiled and accepted the ship card, "Young girl with a warm heart."

Hesta pretended to be unintentional and flipped through the middle-aged man's original "Instructions"—the back of this letter was empty, without any handwriting.

Hesta's gaze officially landed on the address on the upper left corner of the letter paper.

"Anna Sokolova...is that your name?"

"Yes."

"Are you from District [-]?"

"Yes, the North Fourteenth District." Anna looked at Hesta, "To some extent... we should be considered fellow villagers?"

Hesta smiled softly, and she quickly read through Anna's instructions - their rules are exactly the same, there is no difference.

"...I have never been to District [-]," Hesta put the notice back in the envelope, "nor have I met another Hesta person."

"There are very few Hesta people in the third district, at least I have never seen them, but when you reach the fourteenth district, you can disembark from the port of Viborg and go all the way west to enter the hinterland of the Blanc Plain... There are still There's a lot of Hestas in the diaspora—if you want to meet them."

"Okay thanks, I'll make a note of it."

"Vyborg port is very good. When I was a child, I liked to go there with my mother to unload goods. It is about [-] kilometers south, and there is a war monument at the southernmost end of the protruding land. Many people used to specialize in it. Running there is a well-known scenic spot," Anna's voice slowed down, as if lost in memory, but soon, her tone became light again, "There should be few people in your generation who know about it."

"The Vilyuchinsky wasteland...the wasteland over there...that's the name, isn't it?"

"It's an old-fashioned name." Anna shrugged her left shoulder lightly. "Vyborg is the Vilyuchinsky Wasteland. It seems that you have heard of it?"

"I have heard," Hesta murmured in a low voice, "I also know that there is a very famous passage on that monument..."

"Haha, it's not that famous."

A few seagulls flew over their heads noisily, and their chirping appropriately stopped the conversation. Both of them were looking at the huge roof of the Rise in the distance, on the steel plank road extending from the port hall to the ship's hull. not a single person.

Several nearby escape routes began to become noisy. Passengers who had been stranded on the bottom of the sea walked out of the stairs with their luggage one after another. Everyone looked flustered and walked quickly.

Hesta's nerves were tense again, and she looked nervously at the nearest exits. Passengers flocked continuously, and there was no sign of the crowd becoming loose.

Suddenly, there was a dull loud noise from the ground, and the ground of the entire port trembled slightly. Countless people screamed and started running towards the land.

Hesta tried to contact Chiba and Lico again, but the phone was still not connected. She stood up and looked back at Anna, "Can you walk, Ms. Anna?"

"No."

Hesta pressed her suitcase into Anna's arms, "Look at it for me."

"Where are you going?"

Hesta didn't answer, she staggered towards the store with a cane, and came back after a while pulling a blue iron trailer.

Hesta parked the trailer in front of Anna, "Come on, let's... board the boat."

Anna didn't ask any more questions, she reached out and hugged Hesta's neck cooperatively, so that the other party could half-drag and half-hug her onto the trailer's deck—there were some cardboard pads intimately on top of it.

Hesta walked and rested, and had to stop every three to forty meters to catch his breath. Halfway they passed a bulletin board. Hesta sat down in the shadow of the bulletin board with some exhaustion. Just for a while, Her underwear was soaked through.

Anna looked into the distance, and the pier where the Shengming was located was indeed getting closer step by step, and she could already see several crew members standing on the edge of the deck.

(End of this chapter)