Why it never ends

As soon as he finished speaking, the man at the side turned his head tremblingly, almost crying back to him: "Alek...is with you—"

Hesta kicked the man's jaw almost at the same moment, and after a complex skeletal sound, the man stopped making meaningful sounds.

The man who wanted to die before turned his head to look at his overturned companion, and he whispered his name in concern until Hesta stepped on his throat again.

In a near-suffocation situation, the little bit of breath from his trachea blew up the bloody saliva, and the blood bubbles shattered silently, leaving a burst of blood-red marks on the ground.

Looking at the captives who were not struggling in front of him, Hesta felt a burst of irritability—these men who were still struggling in the shadow of death a few days ago suddenly became runaway horses at this moment.It was as if something had suddenly replaced their souls, so that physical torture turned into a reward, something they craved.

This greatly exceeded Hesta's expectations. The changes of the few people in front of him are obviously not tending to surrender or praise, but they can't be called slander or hatred... No matter what this change is, it will always be the same as Robbergrie The claims are quite different.

Hesta clearly felt as if he had become some kind of tool—something to help them inscribe their names on imaginary monuments.

"It doesn't matter," Hesta whispered, "...you can't change anything anyway."

Hesta removed his foot before the man died completely.

"Si Lei, you stay here and watch them."

"What are you going to do?" Su Lei asked.

"I'm going to go into the house and search the contents."

The dying man let out a low laugh again, the laughter was like choking and convulsions.Hesta's retreat gave him a sudden taste of the joy of victory, and he looked up at Hesta, "...it's useless."

Hesta ignored it, and directly opened the door of their suite with the key card found.

"Honestly..." the man let out a series of whispers, "maybe...we should thank you."

Hesta stepped half a foot into the door, but then pulled it back.

She looked back at the distorted man on the ground: "Thank me for what?"

The man showed his blood-stained white teeth, and smiled ferociously at Hesta, with mockery and complacency in his eyes: "Thank you... for making us realize who we are against—"

The next moment, the man's words stopped abruptly, and the new pain caused him to let out a sharp roar—the door card that was still in Hesta's hand just now has whirled and cut through the corners of both sides of his mouth, and penetrated deeply his tongue.

The splashed blood stained Si Lei's trouser legs, and she exclaimed, "Jane!"

"I'll let Jacqueline call for first aid," Hesta said in a low voice, "You look after the people and don't let them get away."

After finishing speaking, she strode into the dim and unlit corridor of the suite, and behind her, the door slowly closed.

She went straight into Fayence's room. All the compartments in these suites had only a simple latch installed behind the door. When there was no one in the room, any visitor who had already entered the suite could break in at will.

Starting from the closet, Hesta began to search for clues. Her purpose was very clear, that is, to find things that could show what items Fayance had with him-such as photos, or some empty boxes that could guess the contents.

The whole process of rummaging through boxes and cabinets was very brutal. When she brushed away the alarm clock on the desk so that the iron bump directly punched a hole in the side wall, Hesta realized that her outrageous mood had quietly crowded out the rest of the room. Not much reason.

The process of searching was like venting. She wantonly destroyed Fayence's messy room, but the destruction could not extinguish her anger. Pointing to greater anger.

She didn't understand what went wrong... Maybe everything was fine, the only problem was her own stupidity: Robeau Grillet wrote about his feelings casually, made up some experiences, and he even watched it with great interest. For a few days, I even wondered how to practice it.

Anna is always deceiving people, can't Robeau Grillet be deceiving?

Hesta roughly opened all the drawers, and suddenly found Fiance's backpack in the corner.She turned the desk lamp to the brightest, and dumped all the contents of the bag on the table.

An old wallet fell first, Hesta picked it up and looked through it, and an old photo immediately came into view—it was a group photo of two people, young Fayence holding a friend of his age, in the Fist pumping in front of the camera, a gold wedge pendant and metal watch on his left wrist stand out.

Hesta turned the photo over - without any other writing.

This is obviously not a recent photo, but it is one of the few close-up portraits. Hesta put the photo in his pocket with a livid face, and suddenly felt a little tired.

Hesta sat on the edge of the bed a little discouraged, stroked her hair over and over again, and all the past flashed back in her mind.

Take a deep breath.

Hesta reconsidered what he had always done—it is true that looking back now, there are naive elements in the past choices and thoughts, but there is no need to belittle yourself and belittle yourself to nothing...

At least the stories of Robeau Grillet are logically self-consistent, and have been partially verified by René and some other passengers...

So what exactly went wrong.

"It's true that we didn't react fast enough, but... it wasn't too late either."

Hesta recalled what the man in the corridor had said not long ago.

"Perhaps... we should thank you."

Her hand scratching her head gradually slowed down, and his last smile with bloody mouth appeared in her mind.

"Thank you... for making us realize who we are against—"

At a moment when sparks were shining, Hesta was suddenly in a trance.

She suddenly remembered a night not long ago, a night soaked in tears, and talked with Li Ke about the dawn. They talked too much that night: the two kinds of atheists in the world, the ultimate solution, the eternal struggle... and destiny.

Destiny, a behemoth conceived as full of malice, destiny, irresistible and unpredictable.When it quietly lifts a corner of the curtain, the huge emptiness lying in front of people is enough to shock people immediately, so that people dare not even look at it directly again, let alone admit that such a deep and terrifying net is woven by oneself ...

Until this moment, Hesta realized another thing again.

Perhaps the theory mentioned by Robeau Grillet is not wrong... She herself completely misunderstood the operation method of this "mystification".