Five Hundred and Seventy-Two, You Have Never Escaped My Control
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"What do I need to write so many words?"
"No one's life is easy!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The side alley is very noisy.
Dirty children ran laughingly in the side alleys, repeating meaningless words like a prank, spreading to the north to the comfortable and leisurely upper street, and to the south resounding through a jumble of fish and dragons, shoulder to shoulder in the lower street.
The width of the lane is only four meters.
Hannah was standing at the intersection of the side alley and the lower street in a smock, crossing the main street ahead was the hotel where Carmen was hiding, crossing the side alley to the right was Lundy’s coffee shop, crossing the intersection diagonally, the building she was concerned about Lucas Winery.
She had been standing in this position for a long time, probably for more than a minute, and the crowd would naturally avoid her, so she didn't have to hide, she just had to stand and get a clear picture of the winery's surroundings.
There is nothing strange there, white walls, blue tiles, simple carvings on the window frames, thick curtains hanging in the room, from the second floor to the third floor, exactly the same.
This kind of normality made Hana care more and more.
From the perspective of an observer, she discovered for the first time that the observation environment of Lucas Winery was actually better than the hotel they chose.
Especially the room that has been put under suspicion has a wide view and a moderate angle. While taking care of the street view, it can also easily overlook the whole picture of Evelyn's Natural Breath Flower Shop, which is the one where Lorraine and Laixide agreed to meet. place.
Is that really Rashid's observation post there?
If not, what happened to the reflection of the suspected wine bottle before?
If so, just hiding behind the thick and quiet curtains, how many details of the street can the observer see clearly?
How about diving in and taking a look?
Hannah is a little confused.
Logically speaking, getting in is definitely the easiest way to verify, but if there are really people inside, if you want to avoid being discovered by [living people], you can only turn them into [dead people].
The two parties are now collaborators, right? The appearance of dead people will probably affect the follow-up cooperation, and it will also affect people living, but it will not affect it, and the meaning of drilling will be lost along with it...
This is the so-called dilemma.
Hana looked at the window and thought, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a figure running away.
A young man in a kitchen uniform came out of the back alley of Lundy's Coffee, crossed the street, and walked into Lucas Winery.
A cafe chef goes to the winery during working hours?
Hannah doesn't understand the culture of coffee, and she doesn't know that there is a kind of coffee that uses whiskey instead of fresh milk, so she naturally became curious about the actions of helping the cook.
Just then, across the alley...
"Sir, here are your waffles and cappuccino. The total is shillings and threepence. I put the list here." Rice respectfully served the painter with a plate.
The artist's pen stopped on the paper suddenly, frowning and remembering for a long time: "Sorry, but what I ordered should be latte and puff."
"Waffle and cappuccino at table 3, I remember it clearly on the list, but your memory is wrong, sir."
"Single..."
The painter picks up the list suspiciously, and sees the few engraved words on it, which indeed say waffle and cappuccino.
"This is not my list! Young man, I remember very clearly, you wrote a lot on my list, and you said that life is not easy!"
【I need to write so many words...】
【Nobody's life is easy...】
【You wrote a lot on my list, and you also said that life is not easy...】
"Is that so..."
The separate streams of people gathered together, like waves crashing on the place where Henna was standing, but Henna had long since disappeared.
Les' eyes felt dry and itchy.
He resisted the painter's croaking and rubbed his eyes, then looked up again, and suddenly found that the composition of the painting on the opposite side of the alley had changed.
"Sir, there...was there a woman in the first place?"
"Woman?" The painter froze for a moment.
"Yes,
Women, of good shape, in dark smocks like tramps. "
"Do you want to change the subject, young man?" the painter raged. "There are no women in smocks at all! There is a fake bill between you and me! I have never seen such a vile The business approach, it's like... like..."
"This is mine alone. In addition, please lend me your paintings."
"Eh?"
Before the painter could react, Rice had already collected the bill and snatched the unfinished painting.
The picture shows the busy and crowded ecology of the street, people who are buying, running, blackmailing, wandering... The vivid sorrow and livelihood are vivid on the paper, bumping into the rocks at the intersection of the street, and being crowded and divided into two streams.
However, the location of the reef is left blank, and the dazzling blank is left in the corner of the painting. The artist clearly knows what is there, but he can't draw anything.
"A monster..." Les muttered to himself, "It's really reassuring to be a companion with a monster..."
...
"I'm off." Harry said to Ryan as he lowered his top hat and put it on his head.
"Go slowly and say hello to Borg for me."
"I will."
Partners who have been together for many years do not need redundant blessings, not to mention that although this is the highest level of information transmission, there is no incidental risk in the matter.
Risks are betting on the dignity of the boss. Regarding this reality, even Harry doesn't know whether he wants to win or lose.
Winning is good, and getting a victory from a good partner is as psychologically satisfying as getting out of a duel.
Losing is also good, if you can see Rashid's angry look, maybe it will boost morale more than winning.
The boss of the old eight company is such a miraculous creature.
Harry laughed at himself, walked into the basement, opened the secret door, and turned his head to appear in a mansion not adjacent to the street behind Lucas Winery.
"It's like whack-a-mole, you never know which hole it's going to come out of."
Harry whispered to himself, raised the high collar of his windbreaker, and opened the door with his hand.
He didn't notice the eyes behind him...
Hannah stood quietly in the shadows a few houses away, watching Harry turn into Main Street with emerald eyes.
"Is that you? At the flower shop four days ago, you were standing beside Laixide..."
Against the flow of people, Harry walked up the slope.
His stride was fast, and he passed through Evelyn's natural breath flower shop in a short while. Lorraine and Katerina were bored admiring flowers outside the flower shop, like a pair of beauties on a tryst, without any impatience.
Harry didn't bother to look at them, he went straight through, and soon came to the end of the street, pushing open the door of a cake shop in a familiar way.
【Forest Candy House】
"Welcome!" The waiter of the candy house trotted forward, "Is there only one guest?"
"It's a person."
"Do you like the window seat on the second floor? It can overlook the entire Beacon Hill, which is the best view in the store."
"I think I'd like it a lot."
"Follow me upstairs, from here."
"Thank you."
After the same conversation, the waiter guided Harry up the stairs.
A revolving secret door opened at the corner of the stairs, engulfing him, and spitting out a person of his size from the other side, even with the same hair color and clothes.
The stand-in quickly sat down on the window seat on the second floor, ordered, and looked up at the Beacon Hill comfortably, allowing himself to be looked up to by others.
And Harry went downstairs through the secret door, walked through the cramped tunnel again, and entered the underground wine cellar of the Borg Tavern.
The highest level of information transmission is now complete.
Five minutes later, Seeger said goodbye to Borg with a small bag, and walked briskly on her way to her appointment with vigorous steps.
She will be 15 minutes late for this appointment.
Although it is already 2:37, and it will take at least 8 minutes for her to walk to the flower shop, that is, it will not be considered as the real appointment until 2:45.
But for God's sake, the person who wasted the first half hour was Lorraine Drake, and that debt should not be counted on her head anyway.
Sigritte is still the pious and punctual Sigritte, keeping her promise to God when she was young, no matter who she is dating, she will always be 15 minutes late.
This is her announcement, using the great time as a tool, to tell the opponent elegantly and implicitly, [You have never escaped my control].
What kind of expression will Lorraine show at that time?
The real protagonist appeared on the stage at the height of the road, dressed in golden clouds, and raised the corner of the skirt of victory to the defeated opponent. Lorraine's face should be unwilling? have no choice? upset? relieved? Or sincerely convinced?
Seeger would like to see a fourth.
Because Lorraine is an evenly matched opponent recognized by her, such an opponent should have keen insight, strong self-confidence, courage to admit defeat, and congratulate the opponent's generosity.
The absence of any one of these virtues cannot free a man from his obsession with winning or losing.
Without getting rid of the attachment to winning or losing, one cannot achieve real relief.
only……
"Wouldn't such expectations be too high for little Drake?"
"Or maybe it's too low?"
The magic sound exploded in the ear, maintaining the posture of swinging his arms and raising his legs, Sigur turned into a statue.
She was just fixed in the very center of Wesley Street, far away from Evelyn's natural breath, on the other side of the street is the candy house overlooking the forest of Beacon Hill, next door to the candy house is the Borg Tavern .
From going out to now, she has only taken 42 steps in total.
Seeger heard the sound of his own heartbeat, a little anxious, a little chaotic, something was shouting meaninglessly regardless of distance, as if trying to express something.
It seemed to be some kind of emotion, but Sig couldn't identify it.
Unwilling? have no choice? upset? relieved? Or... you are sincerely convinced?
She turned her head bit by bit like a machine that was running out of oil, and bit by bit she saw the upturned nose, soft lips, emerald eyes, and finally a coffee-colored face that was as charming as an angel.
"I remember...you are..."
"Hina Yesra." Henna said softly while supporting Sig's neck, "My name is Hena Yesra."
"Where's Lorraine Drake?"
Henna raised her hand and pointed to the second floor of the candy house in the forest. Lorraine and Katerina sat side by side opposite the double, smiling and waving to Seager.
Sig finally showed a relieved smile, and his hands and feet regained their freedom.
She stood still, raised her head and looked at Lorraine.
"So he changed the date on his own initiative, isn't that right?"
"Hmm." Henna thought for a while, "Today Katerina wore high heels for the first time, and her feet were worn out."
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