Why it never ends

Chapter 98 Manuscripts
Early the next morning, as Hesta lay in bed, she heard a knock at her door.

She remembered that Miss Qianye seemed to have said last night that she had something to go out early this morning, so she should be going out now.

But besides Miss Chiba, who else would knock on the door at this time.

Hesta got up directly from the bed, she was still wearing the clothes she went to the cemetery yesterday-she had no time to care about the mud splashed on the trouser legs and the loess on the soles of the leather shoes.

She didn't ask who was outside the door, and didn't look at the cat's eyes first, but opened the door directly.

The door opened without warning, which obviously startled the people outside the door - Sean was standing at the door with a file bag in his arms.

Compared with four years ago, Xiao En has grown taller, and his face now has no childishness. In four years, he has changed from a boy to a young man. Only those eyes that often show a mocking expression still remain. With his usual cunning.

Even though the black-haired Hesta was far from the image in Sean's previous nightmare, at the moment of meeting, Sean still felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and his hands and feet became stiff almost instantly.

"……Good morning."

Hesta didn't respond, her eyes were half-opened, looking into Xiao En's eyes indifferently.

Sean involuntarily took a step back, his hand clenched the folder in his hand.

"I have some...some...important things, I want them to be delivered to you in person."

Hesta silently held out a hand to him, beckoning him to take out what he wanted to hand over.

Sean was silent for a while, and replied tremblingly: "No, I can't give it to you directly, because, because I still have something to say, very important... It's not convenient here."

"You want to come in?" Hesta asked hoarsely.

Shawn bit the bullet and nodded.

Hesta didn't speak, but just disappeared behind the crack of the door silently. She returned to the room and sat down in front of the desk in the room.

Looking at the half-open door in front of him, Sean's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He adjusted his breathing a few times, and finally gritted his teeth and pushed it away.

From the entrance to the desk, Sean walked for a long time in a short distance of five or six meters. He put the folder in his hand on the table in front of Hesta. Hesta raised his hand to pick it up. He also jumped up and took several steps back.

Hesta ignored Sean's exaggerated reactions and looked at the folder.

"what is this?"

"Some manuscripts... some, counseling records, psychological counseling."

"who."

"You'll know after a while..."

Hesta raised his eyes: "Why did you show it to me?"

"I... discovered it by accident," Sean whispered, "You know, I have been doing some information security-related work in Habitable Land these years, and I have access to much more things than before. This What's inside...you must be very concerned about it, so I'll bring it to you."

Sean's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he murmured tremblingly, "Anyway, you'll know after reading it..."

Hesta glanced at the folder lightly, but did not open it again.

Seeing this, Sean said again, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean any harm. I just started exposure shock therapy, and the counselor said, I should come to see you, it's... it's for me, it's for me to overcome some problems. Symptoms, with great benefits."

Sean tried his best to keep himself calm, but there was still fine sweat on his forehead.

"By the way, I also discussed this matter with Carl, and he also felt that it would be better to send it."

Hesta casually flipped through a few pages of the contents of the folder. There were about forty or fifty pages of blank paper, all of which were photocopies of manuscripts. The layout was indeed a transcript of the conversation.

The lights were not turned on in the room, only the gray light spilled into the room through the translucent white gauze curtains. To Hesta, whose eyes were already swollen from crying, these small words were like mosquitoes and flies gathered together, and they did not mean anything. easily identifiable.

In silence, Sean quickly glanced towards Hesta a few times. Even though he didn't dare to look Hesta directly in the eyes until now, he was really curious about her expression when she saw this consultation record.

It's just that Hesta's face was sunk in the shadows, and Sean couldn't see any changes.

Suddenly, Hesta's hand stopped, "...No one has seen the contents here except your consultant and Calvin."

"There is no one else but me, including the consultant and Carl." Sean whispered, "I just told my consultant that I accidentally found out that you will be on vacation in Wulian these two days, and I never told him about this book. The records exist—he's been encouraging me to come and see you. As for Carl, he knows it's the counseling records and he knows they relate to you, but he doesn't know what's in them."

"You didn't give it to him?"

"Yes, but he didn't read it, he said he didn't think he should, so—"

"Where's the original?"

"Oh, the original... I, I can't tell you, what you want to know, you can just check it yourself, and it will cause me too much trouble... When I leave this room, I won't remember This manuscript..." Sean said softly, "Do you need it, if not...I, I will take it."

As he said that, Sean stepped forward slowly, trying to touch the folder away. Hesta almost slapped the folder with his palm, and held the folder firmly.

This sudden movement really scared Sean quite a bit. Fortunately, Hesta was still sitting on the chair at the moment. If she got up suddenly just now, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up.

"Leave it." Hesta's voice was very soft and fast, "...I need it."

This momentary change caused Sean's expression to change slightly - from Hesta's answer, he heard pain.

Sean's pale face quickly floated a little joy, he wanted to laugh, but he held back immediately, this sly face still maintained a humble and timid look, "Then, I still have a few words... I want to say .”

"You speak."

"This...manuscript, if you don't want them to be found by others, don't make any electronic copies of them. If you have to copy them, you can copy them in a place where no one is around, but don't make backups on any networked devices it.

"I used some means to get these things - illegal, of course. It didn't go through any base-related accounts, so I can say that neither AHgAs nor the coalition government, no one knew that I got them. And no one knew I sent them to you...do you know what I mean?"

Hesta didn't answer.

Sean continued: "As I said just now, if I leave this door, I won't know anything... You don't have to worry about me leaking the news. I won't tell anyone about our meeting today. I also hope that, Don't bother me because of it, okay?"

Hesta still didn't respond.

Sean waited for a while, the familiar tinnitus rushing to his head along with the blood flow, he was panting, and barely kept himself from falling.

"If... nothing else, I'll... leave first?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved towards the door behind him. In Sean's peripheral vision, Hesta sat quietly on the chair without saying a word, until Sean retreated to the corridor and closed the door again. Mask on.

One thing, he had already confirmed before meeting Hesta today—after reading through this transcript of the conversation, she would be in great pain.

Not being able to see Hesta's distorted face in pain made Sean somewhat regretful.

He had already seen this manuscript last winter, but he had been thinking about what occasion and under what circumstances he would let Hesta discover it. Until the news of Liz's death came, Sean immediately realized that there was no A better time than now to stab her.

From the day Hesta stepped under his feet, he has been looking forward to this day. He is looking forward to the day when he can return the humiliation and pain he got from Hesta to her ten times and a hundred times—to put an arrogant The desire to shatter the Hesta of Hesta was understood by no one, not even Calvin.

Calvin could never understand his hatred for Hesta.

Now, he has done it, and what makes him most proud of this is that his desire for revenge does not even need to be carefully planned by himself-this is Hesta's original fate, he just discovered it by chance , and then presented it to Hesta.

With this secret joy in mind, Sean waited outside the door for a long time.

Strangely, however, he didn't hear the expected crying or sobbing. He looked at his watch repeatedly until the hour and minute hands pointed to 8:15——15 minutes later he would attend today's breakfast in the hotel's living room Yes, he couldn't delay any longer.

Sean frowned, and ran back to his room unwillingly.

And behind that half-closed door, there was always a dead silence like no one.

……

At 8:46 in the morning, Chiba's mobile phone received an alarm—Hesta, who was alone in the apartment, probably had something wrong again. Fortunately, the meeting on her side was almost over, so she quickly packed up her things and rushed back. I got a call from the apartment manager.

——It seems that on the way down to the cafeteria, Hesta was in a trance and didn't look at the road at all. As a result, when she went downstairs, she missed her foot and rolled down the stairs. Found by the cleaning staff who passed by, an ambulance has been called and sent to a nearby hospital.

Soon, Qianye got the address of the hospital, and she rushed towards the hospital as if flying.

In the early summer of May, during the flood season, the Wulian River passing through the city is rushing, dark clouds are gathering, thunder and lightning are roaring, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the whole city is shrouded in majestic rain and fog.

An ethereal female voice came from nowhere, singing to the rain under the heavy sky:

"Is there a river wider than yours, Enese?

"Is there any land kinder than you, Enese?

"Is there any greater misery than yours, Enese?

"Is there a freer of will than yours, Enese?"

In the thunderstorm and heavy rain, a black swallow struggled to fly across the streets. It dexterously took advantage of the wind to fly up and down in the air, and shuttled forward among fairy-tale stone houses.

The stone house behind it gradually turned on the lights. From the warm yellow light, many children poked their heads out and stretched out their hands. They were lying on their balconies, excitedly catching the cool rain.

In the distance, the strong wind rolled up the dark clouds, and set off pale water waves on the dark surface of the Wulian River.

"There is no river wider than thee, Enese,
"There is no land more gracious than thee, Enese,
"There is no greater suffering than thou, Agnese,
"There is no free will like yours, Enesei."

—End of this volume—

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