“Mokavi…”
Reinforced steel bars and broken walls were surrounding, and the charred burnt marks covered up the original colors of the ground and walls, making Briar in the gray hemp skirt suitable for this place.
Oh, this is the bombed-out Hermann factory. Brielle's new friend, told her the address, don't forget it.
"Mokawi, Mokawi, Mokawi..."
Brielle stopped calling. She found something good, a piece of, well, a metal baffle that was crushed under the collapsed lockers and broken concrete. Burrell was not afraid of getting her hands dirty and pulled this thing out.
It should be a piece of front cover, but the paint has completely peeled off and is full of indentations. Now it looks like just a wide metal plate. But Brielle knew it was a good thing. Her bedroom window was always broken by some nasty guys, throwing notes like "Madman out!" in. If the windows are sealed with this board, the world will be peaceful.
"Miss." Smith had been quietly observing Brielle from the doorway of the barely-noticed room for a long time. He didn't intend to disturb her, but the other party started to take things that belonged to him (Smith bought this place), and that was no longer possible. ,"What are you doing?"
Burrell dragged the wide metal plate and looked back at the stranger at the door. His exquisite clothes and extraordinary bearing were not what Burrell valued at all. He turned around and ignored it, and continued, "Mokawi, Mokawi ,Where are you… "
Smith frowned and took two steps forward, revealing Lydia who seemed to be in a daze behind him. He ignored Lydia for now and said, "Miss, I want to ask you to leave here now."
Burrell dragged the heavy metal plate and looked at Smith again, "Why?"
"This is my property," Smith said bluntly, "and you're trespassing," pointing to what Brielle was dragging, "and trying to take my stuff."
Burrell looked at Smith for a while, then tilted his mouth and said, "You lied to me, you are much younger and more handsome than Herman." He turned around and continued to look for Mokawi.
Smith was stunned for a moment, and pursed his lips with a strange look on his face, "Uh, thank you. But I'm not Herman, I'm Smith. I bought this place, and it's mine."
Lidya added at the end, "Thanks for the reminder."
Smith pouted and glanced at his sister, "You don't have to keep reminding me of this. I know very well that I brought you here."
"Yeah, you brought me here." This was probably the most expressive tone of joy. Lydia rolled her eyes and touched the wall casually, "I'm so happy." She said with a black hand.
Smith frowned, "Lydia, don't push yourself too far. You know I can't take you to the project meeting. Bringing you here for on-site inspection and understanding of project planning is the limit of what I can do."
"Oh, yes. The last time I confirmed, the Smith Group's surname is still Smith, and my surname is Smith..." Lydia was expressing something, but this expression was interrupted by another voice.
"Mokawi, Mokawi, Mokawi..." Brielle continued calling her friend.
Both Smiths closed their mouths and looked at Briar together.
Burrell didn't realize it and continued to call, "Mokavi, where are you? If you gave the wrong address, I would be angry. I thought we were the same kind of people..."
"There's nothing to see anymore." Lydia suddenly said, "We're going back." As she said this, she pulled Smith with her dark hand.
"Lydia." Smith probably misunderstood and thought his sister meant to blame, "Be mature, I'm already trying, you think I don't want to run the business with my sister..."
Having been pulled away, Smith began to be surprised that his sister had so much strength. Let us tell him—from the day her sister became Rimmer. And now Rimmer thinks that it is a bad idea to continue to stay in this place where Mokavi is very likely to appear. So, ignoring Smith who was still going on, she dragged her to the car and said, "Go home."
Brielle was alone, and any incident would not affect her behavior. She still said, "Mokavi, where are you..."
In a location blocked by collapsed walls and debris, a door was raised on the ground. Dora's head was exposed, looking at Briar from a distance, frowning. Another head appeared next to Dora, "Smith's car drove away." The voice was very low, limited to the communication between these two people.
"Then why are you still here?" Dora said matter-of-factly, "Follow me."
"But, that Lydia is obviously very young (Rimmer)..." Bumi was obviously hesitating.
"But it's still Rimmer!" Dora interrupted directly, "We are looking for Rimmer! There is one there, no matter how young he is! So, why are you still wasting your time here!"
Bumi pouted, "We're not looking for Rimel, we're looking for Toledo." This was a correction.
Dora stared at Bumi angrily, "Yes! We are looking for Toledo! But last time we followed your clues to find Grande, the vampire's aura disappeared and was replaced by two wolves! You still Want to go to Grande? Go ahead! I will never stop you!"
Dora seemed to be in a very bad mood, and of course there was a reason for that.
Bumi curled her lips and shook her head, "Okay, what are you going to do about this woman who keeps saying 'mokawi, mokawi'?" He was talking about Briar.
Dora squinted and looked at Bumi, "Do you want to change? I'd be happy to! You deal with this 'Mokavi Mokavi' woman, and I'll follow Smith over there!"
"Haha, no." Bumi simply disappeared.
Dora closed her eyes, adjusted her emotions, and climbed up to the ground when she opened them again. She didn't know how she did it, but she instantly bypassed the pile of rubble blocking all the way, and walked towards the place where she was still dragging a piece of metal plate and shouted. Briar, "Mokavi is not here."
Briar turned around and missed Dora's sight first, because Dora was very short, like a little girl. Brielle lowered her gaze and saw Dora. She raised her eyebrows and immediately saw Dora's shrunken arms hanging by her side like a baby.
"Are you Dora?" Brielle asked.
Dora frowned, "You know my name."
"Well, you are Mokavi's servant. She told me about a girl with a congenital deformity and an ugly man. Well, his name is Bumi."
Although this statement is true, Mokavi is the highest status person in a clan, she can call anyone her servant, and, Dora is indeed deformed, look at her hands, Bumi is indeed ugly (face full of holes) . But it's a very, very offensive opening.
"Then who are you?" Dora began to circle around Briar. No matter how she perceived it, Briar was still a human being.
"I am Brill, a friend of your master's." Brill answered honestly, in the same, offensive way.
Dora is also well-educated, "Really, then, Miss Brier, we have only been here a few days, and I didn't know that Mokawi had made friends." Yes, this is a test.
Briar curled her lips and did not follow the plot at all. "As expected, you are not a good servant. You don't even know that your master has made friends." Briar waved his hand, "Then where did Mokawi go?"
Dora's abnormal little hands clenched into fists, "What are you doing with Mokavi?"
"A visit from a friend." Burrell dragged the metal plate out and said, "Do you want to tell me where your master went?"
Dora followed Briar at a distance, with no intention of helping, "Yes, I am not a good servant. Now, I have no idea where my master is. I am still expecting you, you This master's friend can tell me." Still trying to test.
Once again, Brielle frowned, but still didn't follow the plot, "You ask me? If I knew it, I wouldn't have come here in vain."
Dora felt like she was talking to a wall, her forehead twitched, and she followed Briar, "I just told you that my master, your friend, is gone. Don't you have nothing to say?"
Brielle stopped, thought for a while, shook his head, "What did you say?" He looked at Dora, with some confusion on his face, "Are you worried about your master?"
Dora looked at Briar's face and frowned, "Yes. I haven't seen her for two days." She tilted her head, "And if I haven't found her before tonight, I'm afraid she will What danger are you encountering!" On the last night of the full moon cycle, the werewolf undergoes a forced transformation.
"Are you very timid?" Briar waved her hand and continued to move forward, "Afraid of werewolves or something like that." Didn't Mokavi tell Briar that her servant was afraid of werewolves? What's there to be afraid of at night?" Although there was no expression on his face, these words were undoubtedly mocking.
Dora froze on the spot, it was a panic - Briar did say 'werewolf', right, but he actually separated werewolves from night. Can tonight be separated from werewolves? It took a long time to recover, "What did you just say?!"
Brielle, however, seemed to have walked out of the door as if he didn't want to pay attention. He looked at the long distance from the factory gate and frowned, as if he was estimating whether his strength would be enough to drag the things in his hands to get there. This thought came quickly, "Dora, help me, lift this, it's too heavy."
Dora looked at this woman with incredible eyes, without moving, "What are you?"
Brielle seemed unable to understand the question and moved the corner of his mouth, "Forget it if I don't help." He took a deep breath and continued to move forward.
The weight on her hands disappeared in an instant, and Brielle watched as Dora took the metal plate with her baby-like hands and lifted it up. He tilted his head and said, "You are so strong." Then he raised his hand and pointed at the factory door, "Get there first, um, no, seeing how relaxed you are, take me to the station."
Dora held the metal plate motionless. She had no intention of helping Briar, but the facts she observed made him do something that would allow Briar to answer the question honestly—
Even though it was completely impossible to understand why Burrell would drag such a metal plate away, this was the reality. Take away this metal plate and control Briar.
Briar took a few steps forward easily, and found that Dora had not followed. He looked back and said, "The road is this way, follow."
"No." Dora held up the metal plate. "I'll stay here with your plate."
Brielle frowned and walked back, "That's my board, I found it first."
"This is not yours, it belongs to Smith. Smith said it himself just now."
"Then are you Smith's servant?"
"No."
"Then you should listen to me and help me take the board to the station." Brier actually nodded, "Because you are Mokawi's servant and I am Mokawi's friend, you should listen to me. Not Smith."
Dora stopped talking, and the metal plate in her hand moved in the air, clang! Inserted into the concrete floor, he said with a sullen face, "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere!"
Brier was silent for a while, frowned, crossed his arms, and stared at Dora, "Then I will do the same. I won't go anywhere. When Mokawi comes back, tell her that you are a bad servant."
"Tsk!" Dora's tolerance has been pushed to the limit, regardless of whether she is Mokawei's friend! His eyes were red, "Answer my question! Who are you!"
The answer to Dora was Briar's hand that reached over and touched her cheek, "Red eyes, you have the same eyes as Mokavi." When Dora's face was completely confused, "Didn't I already say , My name is Briar, have you forgotten?" Shaking his head, "I am your master's friend, you'd better remember my name."
The redness in Dora's eyes disappeared, and the confusion also changed, turning into self-mockery. She pursed her lips and looked at Briar, "So, you and Mokawi are the same kind of people." A madman who cannot use common sense to judge.
Although Briar didn't know Dora's thought process, he obviously understood something wrong, "No, I'm not. I don't want this board for marriage. I have a fiancé, a real man."
Dora frowned because Briar was still rubbing her face, "Where are the red eyes? Mokawi still has sharp teeth. What about you? Do you have them?"
"Do you know what Mokavi and I are?" Dora said gloomily.
Like everything he said to Brielle before, the answer was completely out of Dora's script. This is just a warning to all sane people not to try to communicate with people who are no longer on the same level of sanity. Might as well hit the wall.
"I know, you are the ones who came to Barton to clear up wanted charges and prove your innocence." Brielle touched her chin, as if recalling her conversation with Mokawi, "But now it's been delayed." She curled her lips and took a look. Dora's face actually showed disappointment, "Because you and Bumi were afraid of werewolves, she wasted her time to prove her innocence for you..."
"What did you say?!" Dora heard what she had been afraid of.
Perhaps Dora interrupted too abruptly, "What did I say?" Then she shook her head, "What exactly is a werewolf? Mokawi didn't tell me, you tell me..."
"Where did you and Mokavi meet! Tell me!"
"The woods behind my house." The first direct answer to the question is rare.
"Where is your home!"
"South Side." The second one.
"The woods in the South District?!" When she finally communicated with a wall, Dora's worst expectation became a reality. (.)