Why it never ends

Chapter 471 Fracture
Hesta took the two invitation letters and looked at them carefully.

"The previous adjudicator once showed us a red pen," Hesta was still comparing the difference between the two invitation letters, without looking up, she continued, "At that time, he said that he would give the pen to any In the hands of another person, this person will be automatically promoted to be the next arbiter... Is this possible?"

"Yes, although that's another procedure." The bartender replied, "As the current arbiter, you have the full right to keep the candidate you like, and wait until the right time to give the token to the other party. We call this method 'token granting' '."

"Does this require my personal invitation letter?"

"Yes, it also requires you to provide an untainted invitation letter."

Hesta was deep in thought. She raised her head and looked at the dark ceiling, "So, since my invitation letter has been polluted, I will no longer be able to decide the next adjudicator through the way of granting tokens?"

"Correct."

"At the same time, even if my invitation letter is not tainted, I cannot designate Su Lei as my successor—because her invitation letter is also in a tainted state... Can I understand this?"

"Unfortunately," the bartender smiled, "but it is true."

Si Lei spoke again, "But what exactly is the pollution in your mouth—"

"You wouldn't say it directly, would you?" Hesta looked at the bartender.

The bartender smiled and didn't answer.

Hesta thought for a while, then asked again: "Then if I bring some other invitation letters over now, can you help me identify their status?"

"Of course," the bartender nodded, "You are the arbiter, and we are happy to serve you."

"Do you have a phone here?"

"Over there," the bartender pointed to a landline hanging on the wall not far behind Hesta, "you can use it as you like."

"Thank you."

About a quarter of an hour later, Rene reeked of alcohol and appeared at the elevator on the second floor. His face was flushed, and he was holding four invitation letters.

"Female... Ma'am..." René hiccupped unsteadily, holding the fire cabinet beside him firmly with one hand, and handed the invitation letter to Hesta with the other, "You...what you want... "

"It came quickly, it deserves praise," Hesta said softly, "Now, put these four invitation letters over there."

René looked in the direction indicated by Hesta's gaze. In the darkness, he saw nothing except the neon tube with the words "Hard Rock Bar" and a few spotlights.

"...There's no one over there." Rene was puzzled, "The thing...to...who should I give it to?"

"Put it on the bar and come back."

"Okay...okay, I'm going...to go now."

René looked at the invitation letter in his hand, and then at Hesta. He stepped forward suspiciously, and within three meters, he bumped into the corner of a low table.

Si Lei took advantage of the situation and wanted to help: "You—"

"Don't go," Hesta looked at Si Lei and whispered, "Let him go by himself."

Su Lei withdrew his hand ready to help, and stood there watching.

René stumbled towards the bar, slapped the four invitations on the table with exaggerated movements, and then ran back quickly.

"Okay," René smiled, "now...?"

"Officer Su Lei, please take him to the elevator and wait for a while."

"it is good."

Su Lei grabbed René by one shoulder and dragged the drunk with question marks to the elevator.Rico pushed Hesta back to the bar again—Ms. Putina was already counting four invitations.

"That gentleman walked too fast," Putina said in a low voice, "I didn't even have time to say hello to him..."

"Do you have any questions for him?"

"No." Putina smiled, "Please wait."

Soon, the bartender returned to the bar again, and she pushed the invitations to Hesta, "One of the invitations this time is contaminated, and the remaining three are normal."

Hesta's expression was normal, as if she had expected this result long ago. She took the invitation letter, quickly took out three of them, and pressed hard on the paper with her index finger.

"What are you doing?" Putina asked curiously.

"Now, may I trouble you to see if these three invitations are still in normal condition?"

"...Uh, of course." Putina looked at Hesta, "You just touched them—"

"Yes, I touched them just now, and all the bacterial dust on my hands was left on them," Hesta looked into the bartender's eyes, "If this is not considered pollution, then I will take a pen Is it okay to paint and paint on it? Shall I try it?"

Putina smiled, "...Of course you can try, but let me tell you directly, it doesn't count."

"Okay." Hesta whispered, "I understand."

Li Ke watched in confusion, "So the key is...?"

Hesta placed the four invitation letters in front of Lico, and then turned them over one by one.

Among the four invitation letters, three were empty on the back, and only one line was written on the back:

"Absolute obedience strips us of all selfhood and gives us a new kind of freedom: a freedom to hate, to lie, to abuse, to betray, without guilt or guilt.

you sigh
Albodonica

Li Ke reacted a little belatedly, "So, every invitation letter left by Albertonika is considered to be polluted?"

Rico turned back to the front, and an unfamiliar name was written in the upper left corner of the invitation: Helen Bastia

Li Ke tilted his head: "...This Albertonica seems to only pick women to leave messages?"

Hesta was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said to Putina: "Do you understand what a 'safety check' is?"

"Of course, in order to eliminate potential safety hazards on board, some safety inspections will be carried out on the cruise ship on a regular basis, and the operation items are different for different projects. I suggest you read your "Guidelines" again."

"We looked at it before we came here," Li Ge added, "but we didn't find it."

Putina just smiled, and she looked at Hesta, "By the way, since there are three uncontaminated invitations here, if you want, there is still an option—"

"By the way, how long have you been working here?" Hesta asked suddenly.

"I'm a newcomer on this ship. Counting from the first day I boarded the ship, it's been... less than ten years?"

"This is still a newcomer, so how long have you old people here been working?"

"Then I can't compare." The bartender stroked the worktable lightly. "Among the more than 200 people accompanying me this time, most of them have senior qualifications."

"You probably have a lot of affection for this ship."

"Yes," the bartender smiled, and then looked at the invitation next to him, "There is a way to help you bypass the current rule that you cannot appoint a successor, do you want to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)