The postman did not leave, so Mr. Kesma asked Mason to keep Ceci as he had some other uses.
In fact, when Mr. Kesma heard that a masked woman was inquiring about Alfalfa Town, he knew who the woman was.
If there is any kind of hatred that can make a woman chase after her, and she cannot forget them even after more than twenty years, then there is only one possibility. Coupled with what Walter... no, Johnson said before, he knew that this woman was Anna.
The dinner at Mr. Kesma's house was not as sumptuous as people imagined. Perhaps most people in Alfalfa Town had not considered how sumptuous Mr. Kesma would eat at night. Like many years ago, he would be satisfied with just meat and bread. If he could add some fresh vegetables and thick soup, it would definitely be a "rich" dinner.
It's just that there are three more people at the dining table of Mr. Kesma's house tonight. Walter, whose alias is Johnson, has been living in painful memories, and Layton, who is getting shorter as he gets older and always suspects that his wife is having an affair with a dragon. As well as the younger of the two brothers who are rumored to have dragon blood, he is also the youngest son of Layton.
In the evening, Mrs. Kesma slaughtered a sheep for them and cooked five roast chickens. Don't underestimate the appetite of these guests and members of the Kesma family. The half-year-old boys and girls started eating. It's simply daunting. How can their tiny bellies hold so much
After the silent meal, Mrs. Kesma returned upstairs with little Mr. Kesma and the other children in her arms. She knew that her husband wanted to talk to the three guests alone.
"My son, Mason, as you all know. He called me and told me some news that shocked me!" After saying this, Mr. Kesma took out his own medicine from his pocket. I had smoked a pipe for many years, and after lighting it, I took a puff. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the cracked ceiling, as if I was lost in memories.
However, Layton, who has known Mr. Kesma for more than thirty years, knows his friend very well. He must not be recalling anything, he is waiting for the "next step." So he asked with a smile: "Oh? What news can surprise you so much? I can't wait to know!" He emphasized the word "can't wait", and Mr. Kesma suddenly "came back to his senses." ".
He pursed his lips, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "Anna is back, in Tenel."
Walter, who had quit drinking and went by the pseudonym Johnson, suddenly stood up. His movements were a bit large, shaking the table, and even the chair he was sitting on was ejected by his straightened legs. There was some indescribable hatred in his eyes, like hatred, but also something else.
A few months ago, Walt was drinking every day and was extremely drunk. They had doctors for Walter, good doctors and bad doctors, all of whom had the same diagnosis but used slightly different vocabulary depending on whether they were good or bad.
Good doctor: "This patient has been severely stimulated, so his mental state is very poor, and sometimes he has severe headaches. I suggest that he take painkillers for a long time to relieve some conditions that I don't know about, which will make He's more comfortable."
Bad doctor: "He is just a lunatic. Do you know lunatics? There is something wrong with his brain, and it cannot be cured. I suggest that if he acts randomly, give him a massage on the back of his head, and he will be relatively quiet. By the way, at night Are you coming to play cards?”
Walt drinks alcohol to anesthetize himself and relieve the pain in his head. Cheap drinks are cheaper and easier to obtain than expensive painkillers, so he is always drunk.
Anna didn't recognize him until he saw her.
From that day on, he found that his headaches no longer hurt and he no longer had hallucinations, so he stopped drinking. This was called "the incredible strange thing in Alfalfa Town" by some people, and was said to involve ghosts and religion.
But old friends all knew why he was fine, because he knew he couldn't escape, and everyone was mentally prepared for this day to come, so they didn't show much surprise now.
"What are you going to do?" Layton asked. He was Mr. Kesma's assistant. He had appeared in nearly 70% of the assassinations in the past. What he showed himself was more brutal. Much.
Mr. Kesma stretched out his fingers and motioned for Walter to sit down, "This is why I invited you to dinner. Look, I'm old. That bastard Mason can't even kill a cow. This is Things need to be resolved again, so I leave it to you. If any of you have any different ideas, you can put them forward before departure."
Layton shook his head, his youngest son also shook his head, and the three of them all focused on Walter. Walter's expression was very distorted. No one could bear the thought of his beloved wife killing his children and parents in front of him, and he couldn't do it either. He had been avoiding it in the past, but after seeing Anna last time, he discovered that there was another emotion in his heart that he had been hiding, and he wanted revenge!
It was a good opportunity, and Mr. Kesma gave him the chance.
He lowered his head and pressed his hands into fists on his knees. After a moment, he nodded vigorously and said, "I'll go!"
"Very good, very good. Can I continue to call you Walter from today on?" Mr. Kesma breathed a sigh of satisfaction, "Damn it Johnson, are these bad names, or are they still Walter?" It sounds better."
Mr. Kesma raised his hand slightly, "Gentlemen, I have asked Sisi to give that woman a blackmail. At twelve o'clock tomorrow night, let the blood dye the darkness red!"
Anna, who spent the night researching the information and making many phone calls, did not leave Turnell. Considering that many materials are now carried on paper media, it is very troublesome to check them. For example, older materials have been packaged and thrown into the warehouse area to avoid taking up more space. It is not easy to find a certain document among the piles of information packages. First of all, it is not physically possible for ordinary people. It's bearable.
Secondly, the information fed back by some departments needs to be further processed, such as getting more information from the local police station, or someone else in the local area who knows more inside information, etc., so she will also provide special information. Nell stayed for two days. She will leave two days later and head to the west to join Anpu, and finally help them find those who caused the terrorist attacks.
From morning to afternoon, Anna was in the room looking through the information that she had read several times. An Pu taught her a little secret. If you can't find a clue about something, then read all the information in order. By constantly changing the order of browsing, it is very possible to find something that has not been discovered before from the existing evidence.
In the afternoon, she went out to relax - in fact, she was a little inexplicably panicked inside. She had been chasing this group of people for more than twenty years, spending almost her entire life, and even her face was full of trouble. Got out. Now that hope was right in front of her, she had a hunch that she was definitely not looking in the wrong direction this time, but the more certain she became, the more something indescribable was stirring in her heart. So she made an excuse to go out to do errands in the afternoon. In fact, she went for a walk, which relieved her psychological burden.
There is nothing interesting about Turnell. The new mayor is caught up in the struggle with the old party camp and has no time to develop the city. There is an atmosphere of decay everywhere. The upper-class people on the side of the road, who were wearing dresses and high hats, and whose expressions were full of disdain, looked sneer at the rickety lower-class people walking past them. Their raised chins made them almost unable to see the road in front of them.
There is always a group of young people standing on the roadside corner. Their eyes stay for a moment on everyone who passes by them.
This is a very impressive city!
Anna walked and walked, and finally found a park outside the city center. Walking in the quiet park, looking at the trees and flowers that had sprouted, she found a stone bench and sat down with no expression on her face. She took out a cigarette and lit it, then took out the necklace she had been carrying close to her body from her collar. There is a pendant on the necklace, a very common one with a nice pattern on the outside. When opened, two small photos can be placed inside the round pendant.
She has worn this pendant for twenty-five years. The first side shows a bust of her when she was young. Next to her is a man with a sullen face but slightly raised corners of his mouth. The two of them stand very close.
The second photo is of a swaddled baby, taken when he was exactly one year old.
These two photos have turned yellow, faded, and cracked. She has been trying her best to preserve them. They are very precious things to her!
Represents her past!
When her fingers could already feel the increasing temperature, she dropped the cigarette she had only taken a puff on to the ground, closed the pendant again and stuffed it back into her collar. Looking at the somewhat dark sky, he put his hands in his pockets and started walking back.
When she returned to the hotel where she was staying temporarily, she saw something black on the table, as if a huge hammer had hit her chest hard.
Duang!
She felt her hands in her pockets trembling slightly. She glanced at the two idiots sitting aside and flipping through the information. She asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Who sent the black envelope on the table?" "?" She walked to the table pretending to be nonchalant and picked up the black envelope.
The two idiots looked at her blankly, as if they didn't know about this at all!
In the back alley of the hotel, Sisi took off the hotel staff's clothes, took a deep breath, and walked towards the alley with his head lowered.
(End of chapter)