Why it never ends

"...What important details?"

"Where did you get this report?"

"Where else, we can only transfer from one place to—"

"Then there are two possibilities." Hesta said softly, "Either the chelated body that died at the workstation was transferred, or the person who issued this report deliberately made a falsification... If you didn't just falsify it, Give me a report."

"Fake?" Fawn grasped the report, "I worked hard -"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You are only allowed to suspect me of lying, but I am not allowed to suspect you of using false reports to deal with me?"

"Set..." Fan was startled for a moment, and the impatience on his face suddenly turned into surprise - the person in front of her was too vindictive. She just mentioned it casually before, but Hesta actually remembered it now. !

"...Tell me the details," Fawn said in a deep voice after gathering his emotions for a while, "I'll go check it out."

Hesta looked at Fawn for a moment.

"Look at what I'm doing, answer me," Fawn frowned, "You don't think it's my turn to trick you again, do you? The risks I'm taking now, you simply--"

"...There is a solidified silver edge." Hesta replied in a low voice.

Fawn's words suddenly stopped, and she looked at Hesta, "...what?"

"The chelate I killed that day had a silver edge around its pupils."

The two of them fell into silence for a moment, and Hestad's answer made Fawn digest it for a long time. It wasn't until a gust of autumn wind swept the dead leaves past their feet that she spoke again, "You are crazy."

"I also doubted whether I was wrong," Hesta looked away, "but..."

"It's impossible to contract chelation from a mercury needle." Fawn shook his head in disbelief, "...common sense, friend."

"You check it first."

"What's there to check? You must have seen it wrong." Fawn moved half his arm in the direction of Hesta. "Let me confirm again. The chelate you are talking about is the one at the Meijun workstation that night." Just, huh?”

"Ah."

"Impossible," she closed her eyes and recalled with difficulty, "your pen. You told me about your pen at that time, right? After sending you to the car, I returned to the scene and confirmed with my own eyes what you repeatedly mentioned. What the pen looked like – if there was something wrong with Chelate’s eyes back then, I would have definitely noticed it too.”

"...You have no impression?" Hesta asked.

"Not at all, it's just an ordinary chelate." Fawn said firmly, "How could the chelate's eyes have silver precipitates after death? You must have seen it wrong. Maybe you were standing where you were that night. It’s quite special. The light inside and outside makes you——”

"Then there is another possibility," Hesta said, "The silver rim of the chelate's pupils degraded on its own during the time you left the scene... Otherwise, we can deduce a basic hypothesis: the corpse You were replaced between the time I left the house and the time I returned."

There was a long silence.

Fan thought for a long time, frowning deeply.

"It's...not impossible. There weren't many mercury needles on site at that time." She put the crumpled report back into her backpack again. "Although we are the ones who nominally make the decision, in reality most of the on-site processing work It was all done by Guardsmen who came into May County Work Station.”

"Is it a local team from Mei County?"

"No, it's a team sent by the coalition government to supervise the handover," Fawn said softly. "One team was sent to every mercury needle workstation in District 14."

…    When he returned home that day, Hestad felt a little groggy. There were too many clues in his mind and he couldn't figure it out for a while. The feeling of exhaustion reappeared. She felt that she urgently needed to take a bath or take a nap, and then do some physical work that did not require mental effort - in that artificially boring situation, inspiration was more likely to emerge.

Opening the door, she saw Ding Xueyang and Miaomiao sitting in the living room eating, and the cooking aunt who always appeared at noon was walking to the kitchen carrying some dirty dishes.

"Come back?" Ding Xueyang turned around, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"Let's eat something together." Ding Xueyang said with a smile, "Aunt Hong, please bring us some more bowls and chopsticks."

A voice echoed from the kitchen.

Hesta sat down next to Ding Xueyang. For some reason, she felt that her home was particularly peaceful today.

Everything was quiet, except for the kitchen, there was only a soft conversation coming from Xu Ruyi's room. It seemed that she and Ding Yuqing were chatting.

The two of them didn't close the door, and a little light from the room spilled into the living room.

"Is Ms. Xu feeling better?" Hesta asked.

"My body is much better, but my spirit is not very good today. Xiaoqing is talking to her," Ding Xueyang replied, "Maybe I need to get more rest... Did you lock the door when you first came in?"

"It's locked," Hesta replied. "The key is turned twice to the left."

"Okay," Ding Xueyang smiled, "There are women in the house today, so the door should be locked."

"...Aren't they here?"

"Dad is still in the hospital. Jiali went to the hospital to take care of him. Pingchuan has to attend an impromptu meeting in Songxueyuan tomorrow morning and will sleep directly there at night." Ding Xueyang said, "We will be at home tonight."

Hesta nodded happily, and suddenly felt a little bit proud in her heart: No wonder she felt that the atmosphere at home was very good as soon as she walked in today, and her intuition seemed to have improved to a higher level.

Aunt Hong put a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks in front of Hesta. Hesta thanked her and ate happily. Aunt Hong wiped her hands, sat down opposite her, and the four of them ate together around the table. Ding Xueyang and Aunt Hong were chatting nonstop, and there seemed to be some dialect mixed in, which Hesta couldn't quite understand.

After a while, Ding Yuqing came out with Xu Ruyi's bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that Hesta was also in the living room, she put the bowls down and sat down at the dining table.

"How is mom?" Ding Xueyang asked softly in common language, "Why is she crying today?"

"...Aunt Xiong passed away last month. She just found out today and nothing happened," Ding Yuqing replied, "...it's a little sad."

"Oh..." Ding Xueyang thought for a while, "Is he that college classmate of hers, the one who often came to our house when she was young?"

"Correct."

"I have some impression..."

Ding Yuqing looked back at her mother's room and lowered her voice, "Mom heard someone say that after Aunt Xiong left, her husband hired three extra people to work at home, one to take care of the family's daily life, and one to take care of the children and pick them up and drop them off. He studies, and also has a garden dedicated to taking care of his backyard.”

Ding Xueyang was stunned for a while.

"Then she saw a recent photo of Aunt Xiong's husband in the afternoon. It seems that he is now thin and disfigured, and looks more haggard," Ding Yuqing whispered, "She just asked me if she died, could dad also have it?" This reaction.”