Why it never ends

Chapter 432 Fragmentation
In the dim exhibition hall, Mayer pushed Agnes forward slowly. They found some tools from the study and planned to come out to find the exit.

Although both were blindfolded by Hesta when they entered the place, they recalled distinctly hearing some kind of metal door opening and closing—if Hesta could open that door from the inside, they would obviously also can.

"...What the hell is this place?" Meyer looked around, "Why are there so many cultural relics and fossils on this ship?"

"It may be the private property that Mr. Robeau Grillet brought to the fourteenth district."

"Ah, is it Mr. Roborgrillet's?" Meyer suddenly realized, "No wonder she let us smash it so generously..."

"People like them don't understand what civilization is, and they don't know how precious these things are." Agnes glanced at the display beside her. "What's the difference between a person who destroys these things and an executioner?"

Meyer was noncommittal. She recalled what Hesta said earlier: "I believe that if you hit a certain amount, someone will come out to respond to your needs."

Is she serious?

The scene before the parting resurfaced in Meyer's mind. She was fascinated by recalling Hesta's expression before she left. It was indeed an undisguised pain...but why.

"Meyer, over there... over there seems to be a door!"

The two sisters looked in the same direction, and an unusually strong door appeared directly in front of them. Meyer quickened her pace, and the two quickly came to the door.But after more than half an hour of careful inspection, the joy on Agnes's face completely faded—this door has multiple insurances, and it cannot be opened by brute force. She even suspected that breaking through the wall might be Easier than breaking down this door.

"...what to do, Iger?"

"Look again," Agnes said softly, "I believe there must be another exit here."

"It should be night now," Meyer's voice was a little low, "but I didn't bring your medicine..."

"It's okay to eat less once. When we go out, I'll just have a good sleep... Are you tired? If you are tired, go sit next to me first."

"Aren't you hungry?" Meyer looked at Agnes, "You ate less than me at noon, and I'm already so hungry that my stomach hurts..."

"Meyer, what do you want to do?"

Agnes watched Meyer walk to a display shelf aside, and Meyer stood on tiptoe to remove an imprinted fossil with slender leaves from it.

"Why don't you try it?" Mayer whispered. "She said if you smash these things, someone will come."

"How can you believe her words?"

"I think she's serious, I don't think she's hostile to us."

"No hostility, and then forcefully trap us here?"

Meyer was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Don't you feel it? Mr. Gobelin's attitude towards us today...instead...is very strange."

Agnes slightly opened her eyes, "...what are you talking about?"

"Stop talking about this, I know you don't like to hear this," Meyer looked back at the fossil in his hand, "We need food, you need medicine..."

"stop!"

Meyer raised her hands above her head and threw the stone in her hand to the ground. Agnes had already expected this result. Regardless of the wound on her back, she stretched out her arms in the direction of the falling stone, trying to rescue——

The imprinted fossil first hit Agnes' palm, and then fell quickly. The moment it landed, the stone was torn apart, causing a faint puff of dust.

Agnes felt a tearing pain in her back, but at this moment, these were far less frightening than Mayer's expression in front of her - those were a pair of eyes that made her feel strange, and there were some shallow eyes around Mayer's eyes. Red tears were dizzy, and his brows were trembling, as if he had been greatly frightened.

"Mayer...?"

"You're always like this..." Meyer took two steps back, "Just for... something that has nothing to do with you—"

"Mayer, calm down—"

"Why did you appear at the Grace Theater that night!" Meyer suddenly screamed, "You told me not to go out, you clearly knew there was danger, why did you appear at the Grace Theater? Why did you get shot? !?"

"Didn't I tell you everything, it was all an accident..."

"It's not an accident! It's not an accident at all!"

"...Did anyone tell you anything?"

"I don't need anyone to tell me! Iger, I have eyes, I have ears, I can see and I can hear, I know you are doing something dangerous-but...why!?" Meyer wiped the corners of his eyes Tears, though it didn't help at all - as the old tears were wiped away, new ones came, "Do you remember why we were going to the [-]th arrondissement...you're a liar! Every word you said to me All words are lies!"

"I didn't lie to you...how could I lie to you?" Agnes paled, she looked at Meyer with some helplessness, "There is a new world there, a new world built by us together...there is no Someone will be bullied because they were born in the wasteland, it will be... it will be a livable place that belongs to us—”

"You're still lying to me!" Meyer was furious. "If you die...if you die on this boat, where is there any new world—"

"Mayer, Mayer..." Agnes reached out to Meyer, "You're worried about me, I know...but you see I'm alive and well, I'm not—"

"You are living well now, but you can die at any time! For your new world, for Goebbels, and that piece of broken rock you have never seen before!" Meyer stepped away from Agni Si's hand, "In your heart, any messy things can be ranked before your own life...I'm fed up—"

Meyer suddenly felt something hit her heel. She was startled and turned to see a white cat.

The air was dead silent.

The sudden appearance of the cat interrupted Meyer, who felt genuinely weak after the outburst of anger.

The cat walked nimbly through the corridor, first walked around Agnes who was sitting on the ground, and then returned to Meyer's feet, rubbing her ankle.

Meyer finally came to her senses, she covered her face and cried, Agnes was still sitting opposite her, but she couldn't say a word.

The white cat looked at Meyer for a while.Seeing that she still didn't intend to get up, the cat returned to Agnes.

Iger looked at the gray-blue eyes, and she suddenly remembered that she had seen this cat before—it was in the backstage of the Grace Theatre.

After staring for a moment, the white cat got up and walked seven or eight steps in the other direction, then looked back at Iger and stopped.

(End of this chapter)