Why it never ends

Chapter 37 Anchor

Valenti nodded, "I heard."

"I think Sean may not be suitable for front-line combat." Calvin said, because he had been carefully choosing his words, his words seemed a bit intermittent, "Whether it is his character or ability, there are still some—"

"Of course the base will take this into consideration," Valenti smiled. "Looking at the current situation, Sean may not be ready for missions yet. But don't worry, we won't let any reserve member Facing the danger rashly without being prepared, besides, not every mercury needle should be rushed to the front line, and the division of labor and cooperation is always important."

Hearing this, Calvin was finally relieved.

He couldn't help reaching out and beating his chest lightly a few times, as if he felt a little relieved, but it was also an unspeakable worry and depression.

……

In the evening, both Hesta and Liz returned to the student apartment.

After returning to the room, she fell asleep on the bed and didn't wake up until after eight o'clock in the evening. The canteen at the base should be closed at this point. She decided to cook some food by herself in the kitchen outside, but this idea was only in her mind Yes, she thought for a long time, but still lay motionless on the bed.

It was completely dark outside, but there was still a little light in the house, maybe it was a street lamp, maybe it was something else, sometimes she heard rustling chatter outside, but she couldn't tell whether they came from the downstairs or One of the windows at the bottom of the apartment.

Hesta had a hazy dream again. She remembered the song Liz sang today. She couldn't remember the so-called Mercury Needle war song, but she had an impression of the song Askia, who couldn't understand the lyrics. quite deep.

Liz introduced several members of the base to her today.Hesta thinks that this is mostly because during the days when she entered the base, except for her roommates in 403 and a few teachers here, she hardly had any contact with other newcomers.

Liz created these opportunities both to take her out of the apartment on Sundays and to socialize a little.

Come to think of it, Liz must have been an older sister at home, otherwise she would not have taken care of herself so naturally and appropriately.

Hesta sighed softly, whether it was in Duanming Lane or St. Anne's Abbey, it seemed that her relationship with the world around her was not deep enough, but in these places, there would always be an anchor-like figure clinging to her She, so that she will not become a floating shadow that is always floating on the edge.

Here it was Liz, in the Abbey it was Boheng, in Duan Ming Lane... it was Mom.

Hesta sometimes doesn't quite understand why there are always people who have so much desire and strength, who always have longing for the future, who are always like a burning torch.

Thinking of the old days, Hesta got out of bed barefoot and walked to the small side table by the window.

She sat down on the cast-iron chair with the plush carpet under her feet.

She swayed her feet lightly, letting the rug rub against her feet.

Hesta put his side face on the table, clasped the edge of the table with the fingertips of both hands, and just lay down on the table.

The moonlight was falling, shining on the glass bell jar on the side table, she looked at the paper rose standing inside, and felt that her heart became quiet again.

It's just that this is not enough, there should be a person standing in the distance at this time.

It seems that there should be a hand to gently stroke her hair.

Hesta's eyes slowly turned to the silver key under the rose—it was given to her by Chiba a few days ago, and she kept it in the glass bell jar together with the paper rose.

She stared at the key, and after a moment Hesta lifted the bell slightly and took it out.

She got up and turned on the light in the room, found a rope, and hung the keys around her neck.

But after looking in the mirror for a while, Hesta felt that this seemed a little silly and too conspicuous, so she cut the rope again, wound it around her wrist a few times, and wrapped it around her wrist.

Put down the long sleeves like this, you can't see anything.

After tossing around like this for more than ten minutes, the laziness of not wanting to move has completely receded. Hesta felt hungry again, so he got up and walked outside.

When she opened the door and went out, she saw Liz lying on the sofa under the living room window with a book in her hand.

The two greeted each other wordlessly, and Hesta went to a storage corner next to the kitchen, took a bottle of pure water from there, and drank several gulps.

She didn't notice that the position where she was standing happened to block Liz's light, but Liz didn't say anything, she just put the book beside her, "Did you just sleep in the room?"

"Yeah." Hesta nodded, "I'm a little hungry, come out and get something to eat."

Liz just lay there and watched Hesta do things—what she called getting something to eat was two eggs boiled in plain water.It can be seen that Hesta is still a little unfamiliar with the induction cooker. She didn't pick up the snow pan next to it to fill it with water until she saw that the black surface of the stove was burning red, and she was sure that it was really hot.

Liz laughed a little at this sight.

Maybe Hesta herself didn't realize that when she wasn't smiling, her expression would look a bit fierce-this is probably the reason why most people didn't come to say hello to her.Every time she went to the grammar classroom, she would give off a feeling of being cold when she sat down, and the vigilant face clearly said "Strange people should not come near".

At this moment, Hesta still looks a little fierce, but because of her clumsy movements, she looks a little funny.

Liz didn't go to help, but when Hesta looked around to find something, she said softly, "The lid is in the bottom cabinet."

Hesta squatted down upon hearing this, and quickly found the lid of the pot.

After finishing all this, Hesta casually wiped his wet hands on his body.

She turned her head away, and Liz had resumed the reading posture just now.

"Has Turan not come back yet?" Hesta asked casually. She hardly saw the other two roommates these days. She knew that Li Ke was still being treated in the underground hospital, but she had never seen Tulan. Lan is indeed a little strange.

"Well, it feels like she's been a little dazed by the extra training she's given herself recently," Liz turned over slightly, "But the support center said it's best not to interfere, and it's good to let her have a vent."

Hesta walked to the big table in the living room, pulled up a chair and sat down, "I searched the city of Katla yesterday."

Liz put down the book again and turned to Hesta, "Huh?"

Hesta continued: "It seems to be a livable place in the fourth district. When the incident happened, because the mercury needle intervened in time, it didn't cause too many casualties...is it?"

"Ah."

"That's... is there any secret behind it that makes her so obsessed with fighting?"

"Um... how do you say it?"

Liz thought for a while, and then said: "Generally speaking, most of the chelates that appear in the habitable area come from the wasteland. They bypass the isolation zone through some means or loopholes, and break through the basic barriers outside the habitable area. Fortifications, before entering the city. So for the victims, these chelates are monsters that fall from the sky - we call them 'secondary chelates'.

"And like what you encountered in the monastery before, the people around you got infected and finally got sick, which is called 'primary chelation'."

Liz stretched out her hand and scratched her head, then looked at the book in her hand again.

"In contrast, victims of secondary chelation will have a deeper and purer hatred for chelation, and a stronger desire to fight." Liz paused, "It's also...human nature Bar."

(End of this chapter)