Lehman's small figure followed Pask through the noisy old city. From time to time, he could hear people talking about the attack at noon, but there was no extreme fear in the joking tone, as if it was different from ordinary people.
They are far apart.
Complaining about the instability of the current situation and the period when they were forced to close their doors, they showed off and exaggerated the tragic state of the corpses, as if they had done it themselves.
To people, this is just another small-scale gang fight that they are accustomed to, and as long as they close the door, they have nothing to do with blood and blood. Those corpses are just another bright red joke for the chaotic and boring daily life.
Although most of them have never known the scope of this struggle, let alone the meaning contained in it, it has long been separated from the scope of gangs.
Pask glanced at Lehman who was a little distraught beside him. He wanted to comfort him but he couldn't help but feel pleased with Lehman's condition.
There was a faint smile in his slightly curved eyes, but all he could say was a lament, and he patted Lehman's head gently, recalling the child's "innocent" anxiety.
"No one here needs you to save, Lehman. That is people's own choice. The outside world is far worse than the orphanage. I understand what you said before, and I have thought about it before.
But later I discovered that there is no end there. After the orphanage is the old city, then the kingdom, and then the whole world.... We can't change everything.
Just surviving is enough to exhaust us."
Lehman looked at Pask's conflicted expression but was unable to respond. He could actually understand the indifference and oppression he had encountered in the city before, because that was survival, and they could not choose who lived or died.
But now it is completely different from that. There is no issue of survival here, it is just a group of pathetic people laughing at another group of pathetic people.
Despair has already infected their souls, so much so that they have forgotten the fear itself, leaving only the fearless bodies that have lost their humanity, laughing at their miserable fellows, looking up and worshiping the cruelty of their natural enemies.
I'm afraid that only when tears come to them can the bright red color be washed away, revealing fear and despair itself again...
Lehman quietly looked at Pask who turned forward again. The image appeared again. It was still the man nailed to the wooden stake, but he opened his blood-stained eyes and looked at the unknown person.
Where.
Lehman's eyes flashed and he chuckled, but still didn't say anything. He just quickly followed Pask.
The two walked through several streets and arrived in front of a tavern. A few confused people were lying on the wooden railings in front of the tavern, blowing smoke rings and just glancing at the golden dog tag on Pask's chest.
Consciously looked away.
It seems that the attack is not just targeting the terminal. I am afraid that all the strongholds that are still in operation have entered a state of martial law.
Lehman thought about it and walked into the tavern with Pask. It was a double-story tavern. The rooms on the upper floor should provide accommodation services. Although there was no obvious downward staircase in sight, Lehman had reason to believe that this place should provide accommodation services.
There is still an underground casino, but it may have been closed now.
And now there are only a few people on the first floor of the tavern, drinking in their own corners.
In the oppressive light and shadow of dusk, Pask's heavy footsteps were the only drum beat. He walked straight to the bar and was about to say something, but he got a glass of prepared spirits in advance and the answer in his heart.
"Second floor, room 205."
Pask: "Well..."
He took the wine glass, drained it in one gulp and put it on the bar. Looking at the empty and helpless eyes of the person in front of him, he actually felt a little lucky. Fortunately, he didn't show such an expression at the moment. He opened his mouth to comfort but only knocked on the wine glass.
He didn't ask, just said: "As always, Finley."
Finley smiled bitterly. The setting sun made her pupils red. She shook her head in a daze and pointed in the direction of the stairs without saying anything. She buried her head in her arms and rubbed the bronze ring on her ring finger vigorously, trembling slightly.<
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Pask also wisely turned around and took Lehman up to the second floor and knocked on the door of Room 205.
It was Luo who opened the door, and Redrosa, who was seriously injured, was lying on the bed. Besides the two of them, there was an old man (Terry DeLeon) sitting beside the bed.
Derion: "It seems like the orphanage was not attacked. Didn't Brad come back with you?"
Pask took off his hat and nodded slightly and said: "Thyssen has not returned to the orphanage yet. He now needs to protect the orphanage and prepare for the transfer, Mr. De Leon."
Delion tilted his head slightly and continued: "Renk City is not safe now. I think you should not leave Lehman here. Send him out and transfer him to the orphanage. It will not be too late to join the organization after he is stable."
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Pask: "This is an order given by Thiessen, and Lehman is not weak."
Delion narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly glanced at Lehman, nodded slightly, and then continued: "I heard that Luo said that you were attacked by the second-level God's Chosen on the way to Lenk City, and were protected by a mysterious man. Can you
Are you sure the person who attacked you must be the second level?"
Pask: "I am no match for him... I can't even see his movements clearly. He should have the ability to move instantly."
Derion: "emmmm, what about the second level of [Space]? Do you have any clues about the person who saved you?"
Pask: "No."
Listening to Pask's reply, Delion frowned slightly and stared at Pask's eyes. An inexplicable pressure poured out and continued to ask: "When Thiessen left, the second order attacked the orphanage, and because of the mysterious
People fail or even die. I think you should know the cause and effect, Pask.
You should know whether Thiessen really left and why, right?"
Pask gently rubbed the sweat from his palms, and his eyes flickered to reveal the uneasiness in his heart. It was not that he had really done anything, but that he could not give a convincing explanation. Any explanation without causal evidence was powerless. Everything
It was such a coincidence that I became a double agent.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling it tremblingly, just like the useless comfort before going on stage, Pask looked at Delion and elaborated: "I can't prove my innocence, the words are meaningless. But from the death of the people of the Long Knife Society,
, Mr. Delion, I think you should understand my position, I have not betrayed anyone..."
Delion slowly raised his head and at the same time relieved the inexplicable sense of oppression and continued: "The terminal was raided by 14 members of the Long Sword Society, but no one of them survived, and we have not found the person who killed them.
Who is it?
Pask, I didn't doubt that you would betray the organization, never.
It's just that you may have forgotten that Thyssen is not one of our people, and trading with them is not a good idea, Pask.
They are probably more dangerous than the Long Sword Club or the Night Song Club behind the Long Sword Club."
As he spoke, Derion stood up and walked to the door and finally added: "There are too many doubts about this attack. It is not just a gang conflict. I will convey the news to the headquarters next. Be careful with Pask. Someone will be watching you again.
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After that, the sound of closing the door was heard, and the room fell into silence again, with only the setting sun and the reverberation of crows.