After letting several escorts take the Helis family and siblings back, Loren Hill continued to take the carriage back.
Hopeland at night is a bit more lively than during the day. After a tiring day at work, everyone likes to go out for a ride. There is no 996 working system in this world, and there is no convenient and bright electric light, so we usually leave work after dark. rest.
There are lanterns hanging from the stalls on the street. Some sell small accessories, snacks, and even music tin boxes. This is an alchemy prop that can record the sound, then play it, and improve it several times. After that, the price is not too expensive.
The orange light flowing from the window shone into the dark compartment, and as the carriage moved forward, the light and dark shadows of the light turned and reversed on the small table. Listening to the noisy night market outside, Roland Hill remembered the scene when he got off work in his previous life, and it was the same.
In the dull bus, the high-rise buildings beside the road, the neon lights as many as stars, illuminated the night, and the orange lights sprinkled on the tired face, very quiet, only the roar of the bus and the sound of the station announcement, everyone. They all sat together, but remained silent, only occasionally seeing faces illuminated by the light of the phone screen. In the face of this quiet carriage, she used to feel lonely occasionally, but enjoy it occasionally.
Loneliness is because I work in a big city, and it is difficult to meet relatives and friends I used to know. I can only taste the little things in life by myself. The enjoyment is because she will not be disturbed by the people around her. She can go to dinner parties, relatives gatherings, entertaining guests, etc. that she is not interested in. After get off work, she can enjoy the free and comfortable time when she is alone. She can do whatever she wants, freely. The heart is like running in the wilderness under the starlight, washing away the dust and troubles of the day.
Lorraine Hill leaned on the armrest of the sofa and looked at the lights outside the car window. He couldn't help but feel disgusted by the conspiracy and tricks of assassination. What about shortcuts? Once upon a time, the word diligence has become unpopular now. Countless people promote all kinds of anxiety in various channels, and the overwhelming advertisements tell you that only in this way can you be considered "advanced" and be considered successful in life. You have to make a lot of money, get rich overnight, you have to be a role model that others envy, care about your future more than your parents, and then sell their courses and products and tell you how to be more successful.
For the sake of superiority and competition, everyone no longer thinks about how to polish products. Instead, they focus on in-depth research on advertising, bringing goods, hacking opponents, and making stumbling blocks. The fake face under the glossy coat makes people no longer Hard to believe.
The carriage slowly drove into the courtyard of the chamber of commerce, allowing Lorraine Hill to slowly wake up from the immersed memories, get off the carriage, and then start dinner. Today's main course is grilled cod, with vegetable soup, bacon Bread, and a couple of coconut puddings at the end.
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Watching several maids set dinner under candlelight, the girl frowned a little, then stretched out again, as if nothing had happened. After dinner, she went back to the bedroom to rest.
In front of the candle-lit dressing table, Roland Hill looked at himself in the mirror and blinked his blue transparent pupils. Am I just so easy to bully, and if I assassinate myself again and again, are you not afraid of my revenge
When the candle burns, it emits a faint fragrance, and a feeling of sleepiness begins to strike, but it is not very strong, and it is very secretive and difficult to detect. She looked at the candle and didn't blow it out. Usually, a candle was lit in her bedroom. Sometimes she would read a book in the bedroom and see it late.
If she didn't know all this, some of the food in the dinner would react wonderfully with the scent of this candle, making her sleep forever tonight and never wake up again.
Looking at this long-planned candle, she slowly stood up, thinking what would a normal person do at this moment? Immediately call up the guards in the courtyard, close the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, conduct a large-scale search, and then torture and reason one by one to find the murderer
Like walking in a labyrinth in dense fog, everything is full of confusion and confusion.
Chelsea's investigation these days found that Serres was actually in contact with the Helis family, and he did know Mrs. Mera's past, and did not investigate with all his heart. The chariot and the driver of the next night belonged to the Nissos family. The guard next to Mei Lu suddenly shot, the Hellis family really didn't know, or did it deliberately by thinking backwards, making people think that it was framed by others. Is the Tisifone family the mastermind behind the scenes or just a thug. And the blue poison on the guard sword came from a rare flower cultivated by the Anemii family, how much the Anemii family participated in it.
All these thoughts just make Roland Hill feel a kind of disgust and anger from the heart, is it so interesting to sow discord and play with people's hearts
Thinking of hiding in a safe dark place, using all kinds of conspiracies to tease others, and then bragging about it, to show how smart he is, how superb his methods are, and how he can solve everything with his tricks, as if everyone is in his hands. playing chess pieces. It's absurd to easily kill people invisibly, and then make the victim thank the murderer in return.
The girl opened the curtains, looked at the moonless starry sky, and stood still for a long time.
Then, the golden color of her hair gradually faded, and then it was dyed with a layer of translucent cyan. The soft hair and skirt gradually floated in the evening wind, and the brilliance of her pupils continued to flow, like emerald stars.
"You know nothing about true power."
As the voice fell, she gently jumped down from the windowsill, and then her figure flew up rapidly in the night, like a rising star.
The wind whistled in her ears, her hair fluttered rapidly, her speed was getting faster and faster, breaking through the layers of airflow, the earth kept getting smaller in the field of vision, and the vast sky was getting closer.
In Hopelander at night, thousands of lights are dotted, and the lighthouse on the harbour occasionally swept across.
The earth is like a huge and dark canvas, the mountains and forests in the north are dark and dark, and the cities built along the coast embrace the deep blue ocean like a crescent moon. It is as small as an ant.
Turning around and overlooking the land, countless atmospheres began to flow around Roland Hill, and the breeze within a radius of dozens of kilometers began to continuously surround, and countless emerald green natural magic powers flowed with the breeze like fireflies. The horror of mythical talent began to show, and the raging wind became extremely docile and obedient in her hands, as if everything should be the way it should be.
"Let's end this dumbfounding."
Roland Hill's right hand was gently pressed, and the wind that stretched for several kilometers slowly fell from the sky, carrying the natural magic power that was gradually transparent.
The weather vane on the coast suddenly turned, the street trees on the street kept swaying in the wind, the leaves rustled, the charcoal fire on the street grill suddenly burned brighter and brighter, the whole city was slowly filled by the night wind, and there were countless scenery. , the position of the characters, and the voice of the conversation, all of which were continuously fed back into Roland Hill's mind and consciousness through the night wind.
There seems to be endless information flow in the dreamy and emerald green eyes, the breeze is clear, everything in this city is presented in front of her in detail, and there are no longer any secrets to hide.
In the face of the enemy's tricky chess game, she kicked it over, so simple and rude, yet powerful and efficient.
"It was you."