Why it never ends

Chapter 41 You Are Really Good

The smile on Sean's face disappeared completely, this change from a smile to contempt was so quick and so natural, as if the air around him had also become icy cold in an instant.

"Then let me put it another way, Hesta, you may think this is a livable place, or a place where everyone is full of justice, but every place has its own laws, and some laws transcend regions. Hekla, in Duanming Lane, in the base, it's all the same."

Hearing him mention "Duanming Lane", Hesta also focused a little: "...Have you been to Duanming Lane?"

"No," Sean said frankly, "but after all, it won't be too different from Hekla. I believe you understand what I'm talking about."

"I don't understand." Hesta lowered his head slightly, "Please explain more clearly."

"I'm holding onto you, Hesta." Sean said softly, "Think about it, if Ms. Morley knew about your secret plot, would you still expect her to defend you like before? Liz Well, will disappoint you too - she's a procedural justice freak with eyes as dead as an old zombie. They both care more about order than you, but I'm different. On some things, you'll Found me much more reliable than Liz."

Hesta smiled, "...Which aspect?"

"I understand you, I understand too well, you just brought the habits from Duanming Lane into the base, we are all familiar with this practice, but the people here don't understand, they have been in the honeypot for too long. "

Hesta let out a breath of disgust, and Sean smiled.

"Haha, I know you won't like it if you say it like this--you wouldn't like it if you were a person, but this is the truth. I'm different from others, and I won't lie to you with some high-sounding words--"

Hesta put his hand on his forehead and said in a low voice, "Miss Turan, please come out. I really... can't listen anymore."

In an instant, Sean's expression froze—several strange noises came from the corner of the corridor below him, and he never noticed that there was still a person hiding there.

After a burst of electronic noise, he heard a series of familiar conversations:

"Has anyone ever praised your hair for being beautiful?... What?... No wonder some people used to pay a lot of money to buy Hesta people's hair, but why don't you have long hair? Girls should have long hair... "

The voice stopped abruptly, and at the same time, Turan, who was wearing the same short sleeves, appeared in the eyes of the two of them along the steps.

"It's okay, although I didn't record all of it...but the key parts are all recorded." Turan put her phone back into her pocket, squinted her eyes, and gave Sean a thumbs up, "You're really good, Sean, you're really good .”

"You...you teamed up to set up a trick to deceive me?"

"How can this be called cheating? Hesta and I went downstairs to take a shower together, she came out first, and I followed," Turan said coldly, "This is called coincidence, coincidence, just happened to meet."

"Heh, a recording that was secretly recorded without the knowledge of the person involved has no legal effect—"

"What kind of legal effect do you want?" Turan laughed. "When Liz comes back and listens to this recording, you will know whether she is an order madman. I advise you to go to the base hospital to make an appointment for a bed, and then she will put You beat up so much that you don't even know your brother."

Sean frowned, and after a brief panic, he regained a little composure.

"Do you think the people in the base will really punish me for such an insignificant matter?" He looked at Hesta sarcastically, "We are all very rare tools in essence, before we belong to ourselves, we belong to AHgAs. The balance in Habitable Land is too strong - as long as I don't commit a felony, no one will really do anything to me, not your Liz, nor Ms. Morley."

"If you can't, you can't, but I advise you not to act rashly now." Hesta said softly, "You and Turan are both mercury needles after the second awakening. If you really want to do it here, it will not be good for you."

Sean's throat moved slightly: "...what do you want to do?"

"The recording may not be released, as long as you are willing to stop here, don't bother me again." Hesta looked at him, "Of course, if you really come to look for it, I have a backup... I will do what I say , Sean."

"Don't, it's better to do it now," Turan laughed. "On the night when the large troops left the base, two reserve mercury needles started a bullet-time fight in the dormitory area-it's exciting to think about it. I'm really curious , with my short bullet time, can I hit you all over the place?"

Sean glanced at the two of them, but without saying anything, he turned and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

Turan, who was standing there, couldn't help laughing, and she shouted at Sean's leaving back: "I know you won't like it if I say this, and you won't like it if you're a person, but—this is the truth, after all, I Unlike others, I won't lie to you with some high-sounding words: go back to the house and play with your bastard Sean-"

Hesta watched Sean's back disappear into the darkness of the corridor, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

Turan waved his hand, and said in a brisk tone, "It's nothing more than a little effort, but how do you know that he will definitely come to trouble you today?"

Hesta tilted his head slightly, "...feeling?"

Turan gave Hesta a thumbs up, and the two smiled at each other, and went upstairs to the room together.Soon, Turan made a copy of the recording and knocked on Hesta's door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Turan pushed the door open, but did not enter the room. She looked at Hesta at the desk, "Writing a diary?"

"Ah."

"I brought tonight's recording, and I saved a copy myself, this is for you."

Turan stretched out his left hand and threw a new recording pen towards Hesta. Hesta was unprepared, but still caught it quickly.

"Just put it in your pocket every day. Next time you encounter this situation, you can collect evidence by yourself even if I'm not here."

This is a silver voice recorder, only the size of an ordinary pen, with a small electronic screen on the side and buttons next to it.

"Thank you...do you have an instruction manual?"

"No, I lost that kind of thing a long time ago," Turan replied, "You can explore it yourself, this thing is not difficult."

"……it is good."

"By the way," Turan folded his hands in front of him, "are you really not going to tell Liz or Molly what happened tonight?"

"No, some evidence is more useful than letting it out."

"...you don't believe that Liz can help you get justice?"

Hesta put away the recorder and stood up.

"It's not that I don't believe it." Hesta looked at Turan, "but I think Sean is right, the base won't really embarrass him. The operations of fines and downgrades should have reached their peak—after all, this is not Li It's something you can control."

Turan was a little surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"Before I came here, Ms. Chiba once told me that there are only more than 4000 mercury needles in use in the world." Hesta replied softly, "and the number of mercury needles in the third district is particularly rare—more than 200 only about 5% of the total. That means that every reserve here is very precious. I don’t think the base will give up anyone easily, not to mention small troubles like Sean, even if he is really I'm afraid it will have its value if he committed any felony."

Turan frowned slightly—it seemed reasonable.

She was silent for a while, "...Anyway, don't listen to Sean, Liz is not the kind of person who cares about order more than her companions, I think it's her first time as an assistant officer, so many things are tied up, she Has always been a very reliable partner."

　Thanks for the reward and monthly pass of the ninth food record~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)