Why it never ends

Chapter 431 Documents
"You don't need to remind me." Gobelin replied softly, "If you really get to that point, you don't even need to do it."

"Okay. My tone may have been a little unfriendly just now, please forgive me—"

Gobelin stood up, "Now that the monitoring cannot be adjusted, how are you going to find Anna?"

Bernhard looked sideways at Goeblin, "...then look for one room at a time. The ship is on the high seas, and she is a person with handicapped legs. How can she fly to other places?"

"Then as soon as possible," Gobelin gently rubbed his thumb on his forehead, "Now that Su Lei has disappeared, you have reasons to launch a thorough investigation..."

The corner of Bernhard's mouth sank slightly, "There is something, you have to tell me the truth."

"what?"

"Are there really chelates on board?"

Gobelin frowned in disbelief: "How can I tell you the truth... You can't possibly think that the 'chelate' was arranged by me, right?"

"You don't know anything about it?" Bernhard paid attention to Goeblin's expression, "Is it completely ignorant?"

"...What exactly do you want to ask?"

"No offense, I just hope you can give me an answer, even if it is ambiguous—" Bernhard took a step closer, "After all, you are the first and only one on board who has obtained the "Guidebook" "People...is this a coincidence?"

Gobelin suddenly recalled—the praying mantis catching cicadas in front of him wondered if there was a yellow finch behind him.

At this moment, Gobelin suddenly felt ridiculous, followed by another burst of anger, but the more so, the more moody his face became.

"Bernhard," Gobelin turned his head slightly, "If that chelate is really ours, how did the dozens of people led by Rand die—how did Anna walk out of Grace alive? theater?"

"...That's really strange, but that lord has always acted strangely, and it's hard to reason with common sense." Bernhard whispered, "Rand's affairs in the Grace Theater were not handled well, and his death is more than worthwhile." , As for Anna, she walked out of the Grace Theater and can’t explain anything, Rand failed, and it’s our turn next, if we also fail, then what’s waiting for us—”

"Bernhard."

Following Gobelin's slightly threatening cry, Bernhard stopped talking.

"I was the one who planned Operation Grace Theater from beginning to end," Goeblin said in a low voice, "There are no 'Rand's people', 'my people', or 'your people' on this ship, Is it appropriate to use the phrase 'more than guilt' to apply to your colleagues?"

"...I take it back." Bernhard raised his hands, "Don't misinterpret my meaning over there, the possibility I mentioned is completely there, and this 'chelation' incident is entirely possible. With the background in our favor, as long as there is a chelate present, whatever happens on this ship can be forgiven—”

"Having said so much...Actually, you are afraid of that 'chelate', right?" Goeblin looked at him, "Today's dead have not yet appeared, and you are afraid that the next search with a team may make you In danger."

Bernhard's face changed suddenly, "This kind of doubt is insulting me! Do you think—"

"Then go find people now, room by room, what is the favorable background, how to arrange the next tasks... These are not things you should ask," Gobelin said softly, "clear your position .”

Bernhard shut his mouth, put his hat back on, and walked out without saying a word.

Before going out, Gobelin suddenly added behind him: "Don't worry too much about the chelate."

"...Do you know who is going to die today?"

Gobelin glanced at him, "It's still not your turn."

……

In the evening, Hesta woke up again.Looking at the clock beside the bed, she sighed involuntarily. The regular schedule that she tried her best to maintain in the past has now become completely chaotic.

Rico was still reading a book near the window. This time, Hesta saw it clearly. The cover of the book reads "Justice and Equal Rights: Every Right We Deserve to Take Back" - it was also a book borrowed from Anna earlier one.

"...Have you never rested?" Hesta asked softly.

"I'm not very tired."

Hesta propped up the bed and sat up, "I don't know if the deceased has appeared today... Is there any news from outside?"

"No, Qianye called to ask about your status." Li Ge closed the book, "I asked her about Su Lei by the way. It's been a day, and Su Lei's whereabouts are still unclear."

"Miss Qianye doesn't know about Si Lei's whereabouts?"

"Well, it's hard to say... I think she knows, because when I asked her, she didn't directly answer 'I don't know'." Lico rubbed his chin, "Then I told her about Gobelin's study about it, she said she'd go over and see, that's all."

Hesta took a few deep breaths, stood up with her feet on the ground, and made a few movements of stretching her limbs, "...we can almost go out."

"Is it okay to be late? I ordered dinner and it will be delivered in 10 minutes."

"I'm not in a hurry, it's fine."

"where do you want to go?"

"Go and see René," replied Hesta, "and then go to that study of Goebbels."

"Go again?"

"I want to verify something..." Hesta said softly, "Have you heard about District No.15 before?"

"District [-]?" Li Ge frowned and thought for a while, "It probably hasn't been opened yet, I remember that the mother city over there has always refused external signals, considering that forced entry may damage the data stored in it, so we have been Put it on hold—sixteen as well."

"I saw two documents related to District [-] on Gobelin's desk today."

Li Ke's jaw turned slightly, and he looked at Hesta with a slightly confused gaze.

"And I heard a message from René this morning," Hesta went on, "a few years ago, Robeau Grillet gave a dinner party in the first arrondissement, and he invited guests from all over the world. The young people who are funded and favored by him, the theme of that dinner is about District No.15... By the way, Agnes is also one of the invitees to that dinner."

"Do you have any impression of the document you saw on Gobelin's desk, specifically about District [-]?"

"It's a feasibility analysis for real estate development."

Li Ke thought for a while—this didn’t seem to explain anything. It made sense to do some research in advance out of interest in an unopened area. Even if there was Gobelin’s signature in the document, it could only prove that he Lied about the ownership of the study.

"What do you want to verify?" Li Ke asked.

"I just want to see if those documents are still there."

(End of this chapter)