Naren found a seat and sat down, not looking at the people around him.
Sells said lightly: "Tired?"
No response was received.
Sells was not angry either, and sat down on the vacant seat next to Nalen, saying: "My original guess, the one who stole the scepter should be a three-person group. The insider, the executor, and the accomplice of the executor. "
Naren moved his ears, but his face still had an unusually indifferent expression.
"The accomplice of the gold-eating bug is very interesting." Sells leaned on the soft back cushion, his eyes fell on the side face of the person beside him: "I deliberately said he was the haze bug, because his earnest lying is impressive. "
Naren rolled his eyes half a circle.
"I didn't expect to meet Lan Chong today." Sayers said with emotion.
"Maybe it's him." Naren said sarcastically.
Sells shook his head and said, "No, although I haven't seen his face, my intuition tells me that the insect star just now is not my blue insect."
Naren raised his eyebrows: "—yours?"
Sells smiled.
Naren inexplicably felt a cold back.
Sells didn't continue this topic, he opened the locker next to the chair, took out a can of beer from it, opened it and took a few sips.
Naren: "..."
Sells took out another plate of fruit and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"
Naren remained silent.
"At this point, the trial court is no longer serving dinner." Sells said sincerely: "The fruit is very fresh, you can fill your stomach first. When I get there, I will find a way to bring you some hot food."
Nalen lowered his eyes and took a few glances into the locker: "I'm not hungry, and I'm not in the mood."
Sells asked, "Having a headache about the trial?"
"I've already been stolen." Naren closed his eyes mockingly, and asked, "Even if I say that the whole thing has nothing to do with me, will anyone believe it?"
"Of course. Can you talk to me?"
Nalen opened his eyes and found that Sells had a serious expression.
"No matter what you say, I will listen with faith."
Sells' eyes give people a power that seems to be able to look into the bottom of the heart. He bent down, clasped one hand on the neck of the person beside him, and said in a deep voice: "If there is something hidden, I will try my best to protect you."
The gray-green eyes flickered, and soon, Naren broke free from Sayers' hand.
"I need to contact the defense lawyer, you can talk to him about everything."
After a brief silence, Sells withdrew his hand, seeming a little disappointed: "Occasionally you can try to trust me."
Nalen reminded quietly: "I believe it, the price is waiting for you by the uninhabited lake for several hours." He looked at Sells and asked: "This is the food you spent hours preparing for me? These fruits that make people lose their appetite at first sight?"
Sayers said, "I miscalculated the timing, sorry."
Nalen: "..." Apologizing so quickly, how did he get the countless questions that followed
In the end, he could only turn his head, close his eyes, and put on a posture of refusing to talk.
The neck is slightly hot. Excessive close contact gave people the illusion of tenderness, but fortunately he woke up in time.
Searles is so captivating, he can easily make people forget the gaps and disagreements with him, he can approach anyone he wants to approach with the most natural attitude, and even confuse the other party to regard him as a trustworthy existence.
But in fact, such a thing as trust never existed between them.
Whether in the past or now.
Before those things happened, he and Sells knew each other but never had a close friendship. Even though there have been several confrontations, whoever wins and loses is only on the surface. He knows that Sells has never really taken him seriously.
This is also the reason why he thinks Sells is hypocritical!
It is the same today. He deliberately put on such a face, as if he was showing his favor, but in fact it was just to trick him out, right? After all, Sells is the main person in charge of the disappearance of the scepter.
Naren told himself so.
Rather than dwelling on Sellers' attitude, it's better to think about how to deal with the current situation.
No matter whether he chooses to admit his connection with Wormstar, or deny everything, the result may not be what he wants to see.
If he told the truth, another secret would inevitably be involved—his entanglement with the gold-eating bug stemmed from the metal ring on his chest, and this must never be revealed!
Compared to being mistaken as an insider of the Zongxing people, being targeted by a deadly enemy is also disgraceful.
Searles was right when he said that he really had to try to come up with a perfect reason to get himself out of the predicament.
In his deep thinking, Naren didn't know that Sells' eyes were always on him. The marshal calmly took out a small bottle from a corner, opened it, handed it to him, and blew lightly.
Nalen wrinkled his nose and was about to ask what it smelled when he heard Searles' voice in his ears.
"It's late, let's sleep for a while."
Nalen wanted to say, how could he sleep if he hadn't figured out the reason to fool people? However, when the words came to his lips, a heavy tiredness hit him, making people yawn uncontrollably.
Soon, he lost consciousness.
The instigator opened his arms, took the comatose person into his arms, observed it closely, and confirmed that the person was really asleep.
"There are some things that have to be confirmed to make people feel at ease."
The black-haired marshal's face was calm and unwavering, and he didn't look like he had succeeded in a sneak attack at all. A sleeping prince was reflected in his eyes, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.
The ends of slightly curly hair were raised in a mess, and the gray-green eyes that usually shone with calculating light were tightly closed at this moment. Even when he fell asleep, he still had a "princely" displeasure on his face.
He stretched out his hand, first brushed the curly hair, and brushed his thumb across the thin lips, thinking about what kind of sharp sarcasm this person would spit out, or what kind of magical lie he would make up after waking up.
Supporting the man, Sells moved to Nalen's chair, and then easily put the man on his lap.
He stretched out his palm to cover half of Naren's face, and nodded thoughtfully. The slightly rough fingers slowly caught the coat of the man in his arms, took it off, and put it aside casually.
Inside the jacket was a dark shirt, the top button was unbuttoned, and a delicate collarbone could be seen. Sells smiled and began to undo the remaining buttons.
One, two... When he got to the third one, he stopped.
The slightly pale chest can be seen at a glance, and the left breast is indeed wearing the token of the leader of the Monte family. Sells reached out his hand to hook the ring, and looked at it quietly for a while.
Finally, he redressed Naren and sat down in his chair after tidying up.