Booker dreamed of his old detective agency again. This place was old and dull, the ancient sunshine was silent here, and all the colors were dim and speechless.
Someone was knocking on the door frantically, "Mr. DeWitt! Mr. DeWitt!! Bring that girl to us! The debt is cancelled!"
In the dream, Elizabeth was leaning against the narrow table by the wall, repeating in a low voice: "Bring us that girl, and the debt will be canceled." She looked downcast and did not look up at Booker, just like a small animal for sale.
The good-tempered Mr. Booker immediately became very angry. He yelled at the door: "Are you sick? Are you sick! I can buy New York, who do I owe money to? You
Can you just tell me how much you want? Ten thousand dollars? One hundred thousand dollars? One million? I'll give you whatever the hell you want!"
The people outside the door suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Booker took two breaths angrily. When he saw Elizabeth beside him, he immediately forced out a friendly smile and said, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out of Colombia..."
The man knocked on the door again, "Open the door! Open the door! Mr. DeWitt!"
Booker saw Elizabeth frowning, and he didn't know how to persuade her. People in dreams have no ability to reflect, so Mr. Booker did whatever he thought of. He patted the little girl on the head, then pulled out his pistol and walked towards the door.
"Don't let me catch you, let me catch you, and you will get the best of you!" Booker DeWitt cursed in a low voice.
Open the door.
A cold white light.
Then the light faded and the sun shone on his cheeks. Booker squinted his eyes and coughed violently. Someone was pressing his chest to help him choke out the water in his lungs. Booker felt that he was really suffocating.
There was the sound of waves in his ears, and the worried Elizabeth in front of him saw him waking up, her eyebrows curved, and she smiled relaxedly, "Phew! You finally woke up."
"Where is this? We won't fall into the Atlantic Ocean..."
"This is Battleship Bay! Hey, did you hear that?"
Booker felt the water in his ear canal gurgling out, and the sound of the waves became clearer, along with the calls of seagulls and cheerful music.
Elizabeth touched her collar in surprise, her eyes narrowed with laughter, her sea-blue eyes flashing brightly, "It's music! Oh, Mr. Booker, can I..."
"Go ahead and let me lie down for a while."
Elizabeth spoke softly and politely, but she was surprised and incoherent, "Okay, I won't be gone for too long. I'll be back as soon as I go, sir."
"Booker DeWitt, my name is Booker DeWitt."
"Of course, Mr. Booker!" Elizabeth had already run quickly to find the music, leaving the cheerful reply behind her.
Booker lay on the beach with his eyes squinted, thinking about the terrifying modified monster, Nightingale, in his mind. It was like a nightmare. Fortunately, he got rid of him. Colombia was too dangerous to stay, and he had to find a way to escape as soon as possible.
Booker, who had just struggled on the verge of death, was actually not afraid of anything. He sighed slowly and felt that the sun was very good now, so he would bask in the sun for a while. So he really sunbathed like a tourist.
, he was still wearing a police uniform, which was very wet. Booker checked the supplies and equipment he carried with him. Except for Elizabeth's photo, everything else was still there, but the dollar bills in his pocket were soaked and mixed into a ball.
, and the Mauser gun was also in very bad condition, and it seemed that it could not be fired.
He took off his clothes and pants and put them on the beach to dry, leaving only a pair of white shorts on his body. His thighs, calves, back, arms, palms and the back of his head were covered with gravel.
This is Battleship Bay, a resort beach in Colombia.
Booker breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had fallen into the Atlantic Ocean... Thinking rationally, that was actually impossible. Colombia was floating at an altitude of 20,000 feet. If it fell into the Atlantic Ocean, it would take a long time, and they would definitely fall.
Into a paste. This is the Colombian sea, the sea in the sky.
In fact, it is not as big as the first impression imagined. This beach is very narrow, and as for the sea, through the roadside video introduction, the sea water in Battleship Bay is a circulatory system. At the edge of the sea, the water will fall. Booker guessed that these currents
It will fall into the collection tank and then be pumped up again by the water pump.
What a luxurious project.
Colombia has reasons to be proud. Who would have thought that there would be a sea floating in the sky?
It is said that there are many secrets in this city that can be explored, but Booker does not intend to continue playing this dangerous game. Elizabeth's departure will eventually lead to the fall of the Sky City. There is no doubt that if anyone wants to stop Booker from achieving this goal
, then he will fight back with bullets without mercy.
Now that he has had enough rest, at least his underwear has been dried. Booker puts on his damp police coat and trousers, puts on his hat, and most importantly his gloves, collects his belongings, and hopes that the stores here will accept wet clothes.
Dollar, he wanted to change his outfit, but the dog-skin outfit he was wearing made him very uncomfortable.
There were no clothing stores on the beach. As Booker followed the music to find Elizabeth, people greeted him with respect and indifference. Booker smiled, but not much.
The beach was divided into two areas. When Booker found Elizabeth, she was dancing to the music in the crowd at the observation deck. A beautiful and lovely young girl, her dance was particularly wonderful, making the crowd cheer for her.
The fiddler and pianist repeated simple melodies, but Elizabeth's figure was more complex and graceful than the symphony.
Mr. Booker DeWitt had never liked dancing or watching others dance, but he liked Elizabeth's cheerful and lively appearance.
She had completely forgotten her body. In the rapid kicking and turning, she could only see the sky and the sea. In the sunny afternoon, everything on the beach was submerged in light. The clouds and gravel seemed to be burning in white, and everyone's eyes were on fire.
Her cheeks and body were blurred, pulled into a dancing phantom. Booker didn't know what kind of strange fantasies would emerge from her head, but he was in no hurry to interrupt the girl's dance.
When Elizabeth was tired from dancing, Booker had already changed into casual clothes. He sat on the newly bought suitcase and put his police uniform under his arm. "Hey! Look here!"
Elizabeth's cheeks were flushed due to exercise, and her eyes, which were brighter than the sea at noon, were also mist-filled. She smiled, revealing neat and fine teeth. This smile became Booker's memory in the afternoon and will always be remembered in the future.
A fresh fantasy.
"Oh, Mr. Booker, it's great here. Do you want to dance with me?"
"No, let's take a rest and have some ice milk to calm down." Booker prepared the drink in advance, and Elizabeth thanked her in surprise.
Booker watched her holding the cup and slowly finishing the drink, then turned her gaze to the sea horizon, "I have been to more beautiful beaches than this one. When we get back to the ground, I will take you to see them."
"Mr. Booker, why do you want to help me?"
"have no idea."
Elizabeth was helpless at Booker's childish prevarication. The expression on her face was like that of a gentle female elder. But she was too young. Booker only thought it was funny. He reached out and pinched Elizabeth's cheek. She was startled at first.
Jumped, but did not refuse, "To be honest, I don't know, maybe I owe you."
