Lillian's Melaleuca routine

When they got into the car, and a group of four sat in the smelly car that smelled of blood for several hours, Aya's face was already heavy.

The car had already driven to an unknown place, and Ling didn't know where it was. She only knew that they should still be on the national road if she looked at the road.

For several hours, she didn't say a word, just sat quietly in the chair, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.

At first, someone tried to talk to her, but she just didn't say anything.

Aya is on the verge of getting angry now, but she is still calm, knowing that Fyodor's matter cannot be ruined now.

So she said nothing.

She thought carefully about her actions before and after, and discovered why he did it.Perhaps from what she revealed to Sonia Feodor, everything tonight was unavoidable.

Leaving aside this absurd murder script, the confrontation between her and Fyodor seems inevitable.

She will always exist as a dark pawn for the police - in fact, she is just a grasshopper who wants to have both sides and do whatever she wants.

Originally, she wanted to run away after the show, but judging from the current plot, she seemed to be a little bit burnt.

Indeed, she was the one who led Fyodor to blew himself up...

He could have used it to be the perfect victim.

But it was impossible for Aya to feel guilty.

Since he already knew that she had told Sonia about him, he didn't have to invite her here, and he didn't have to risk being exposed.

She can only be thankful that Sonia hasn't discovered her secret yet.

Even so, she could understand Fyodor's scheme, but it was definitely not a bargaining chip for her to forgive him easily.

"Now, my dear Fedya, do you have anything else to tell me?" Finally, with a sullen face, she spoke in the silence of the car.

Up to now, her hands are still tied. This situation makes her extremely uncomfortable. Although she has not been treated violently, the sense of restraint in her body and the oppression of the environment have begun to affect her, making her mood drop extremely.

"Now is not the time to say that."

"I don't listen!" Aya glared at Fyodor viciously, and she pointed the finger at Gogol and Sigma in silence with squinting eyes, "So, you also know about this operation? You are hiding it from me ?"

No one spoke, and the car was stuffy.

Even those who had a little room for defense did not dare to speak up.

Silence represents some truth.

At least in this group of people, everyone knows more than her.

"Excellent." Ling took a deep breath, she was going crazy, and began to speak indiscriminately, "I was really deceived by lard!"

"Now, let me go, I'm going to find Sonia!"

"Lillian, do you know this..."

"Honey, you need to calm down..."

In the chaotic situation, even Gogol began to persuade her.

"Shut up!" she yelled hysterically, and then she reacted and said, "Fyodor, and Gogol and Sigma, you three, at least find a reason to convince me. Otherwise, I will go to Sony Ya, help her deal with you, understand? Now! Come up with a suitable reason. Come on."

At least until now, she was still swept by anger.

"Compared to you, at least Sonia trusts me more," she said.

The car started to deviate from the national road and slowly turned into a path overgrown with grass.

The surrounding scene became more and more desolate, and the sky was bright.

"Lilian, have you ever thought about one thing." Fyodor said in a quiet breath, "I know what you want to say, but, have you ever thought that Sonia won't doubt you?" ?”

"Yeah, so what." Aya said loudly, "She doubts me, and she can't do anything to me, at least she won't hurt me."

Fyodor shook his head and said, "What if she knows you are a book?"

Ling had grasped the point at this moment, and said sarcastically, "That has nothing to do with you lying to me, right? Fei Jia, are you trying to change the subject?"

He was silent for a moment before saying, "I didn't lie to you."

"But you didn't tell me your plan!" Aya immediately retorted, but she instantly discovered the point she had overlooked.

Indeed, he did not deceive her.

He's just hiding some facts!

But is there anything worse than having someone prepare for an "accident" with no knowledge of it?

She sneered, and didn't know what to say to refute him.

But the mood fell even further.

Fyodor continued to explain: "You should have thought about it, I know you and Sonia have passed the conversation. Lilian, have you ever thought that since she will doubt me, won't she doubt you? Our I didn't erase all the whereabouts, but this would reveal my flaws even more. Maybe Sonia will think that I just have a supernatural girlfriend who has a good relationship. But, do you believe it?"

"When I took you away at the police station, she didn't have much energy to deal with us, but she must have checked your information after you contacted her. Honey, you exposed me and yourself." He Sighing, he said, "Can an ordinary person let an evil organization pay such attention? From then on, you have no choice between two sides."

Aya understood that she was stupid to tell Sonia a key piece of information.

And he, Fyodor, just took advantage of her mistakes, and he had to help her deal with them.

"Isn't your goal to maintain this identity?" He said softly again with a softened attitude, "If you don't want to be suspected by Sonia, this is the best way."

"Do I have to give up my identity as Hayata Ling?" After a long time, Ling said awkwardly.

After all, after finding out that she was wronged, she began to lack confidence—although she still had the capital to question him.

"No." Fyodor shook his head, "I'll help you now and disappear from the eyes of the police."

Also let the "book" disappear from him, and erase the record of the book here.

Even if someone finds her, they can only find that "Book" has died in Russia.

"Am I going to be ripped off?" Ling asked in a low voice.

Fyodor nodded in her expectant gaze.

"Then change to a new identity, isn't it good?"

Pretty good.

No trace of her will be known to anyone but the rat of the dead house.

It is not the best choice for both parties, but it is already the second best choice.

"Yes." Aya nodded, agreeing with him.

Fyodor's remedial measures were obviously good, but it also missed Aya by the way.

They discussed the follow-up charter for a long time, because there was only a rough prototype in the car.But Aya basically understood Fyodor's plan.

Now that the current troubles have been resolved, Aya began to pay attention to herself.

The rope on her body was not particularly tight, but the feeling of being restrained was really uncomfortable.

The car drove slowly into a ramp, and then sank down the tunnel.Fyodor had already put away the computer on his hand, proving that they had completely lost the follower.

Aya turned around and looked down at Sigma beside her.

"can you help me?"

After untying the rope, Aya moved her body and did a timid stretching exercise in the small car.

"Sigma, how are you feeling?"

"Huh?" He didn't realize what she was saying at the first moment.

Immediately afterwards, he recalled that what Ling said was the topic they talked about in the corridor before, and he told her that she would see a different Sigma.

"What are you talking about?" Gogol on the side interjected, he had obviously not said a word just now.

"Aren't you dumb? Honey." Aya asked.

Gogol frowned, his mouth puffed up, knowing that Ling was mocking him, but he was still wrong and didn't dare to answer back.

"Honey!" he called.

"Don't you also want to say that you didn't tell me, didn't you deliberately hide it from me?"

"Of course not." He said glibly, "It's just that I haven't had time to share the news with you."

Speaking of this, he immediately began to pursue the previous matter, and said aggrievedly: "Lilian, I asked you on a date, but you didn't agree. You didn't answer the phone, and we agreed to go fishing together..."

"So you still blame me?"

"no!"

Sigma didn't speak on the side, he didn't think of what to say.He was alienated by their aura of aloofness.This time, he wasn't in any particular mood.

Based on etiquette, he waited until they finished talking for a round before interrupting the conversation at the right time.

"Lily, you also saw it." He said, "Ivan helped us seal the building with earth and rocks, and Gogol was responsible for sealing the second floor and the unexpected situation. And I was the one in charge this time."

"How do you feel?"

His eyes blinked, and then he smiled.

"not bad."

"Huh?" Aya expressed her doubts in a breathy voice, "I thought you didn't really want to kill people when you told me before. Sigma, have you figured it out yet?"

"No matter what, killing people is a bad thing." Sigma said seriously.

Gogol in the passenger seat suddenly showed a horrified and funny expression.

"Someone you can organize, Sigma." He said meaningfully.

"Yeah." Sigma just glanced at Gogol indifferently, and continued, "I always felt that way before. Even if I did this, I still regarded it as something I was forced to do."

He came here for himself, until Fyodor told him the information of the book, and he has been working for the five evils ever since.

"Then are you willing to do it now?"

"No." He said, "I have always regarded killing as the purpose of protecting someone, and I didn't realize it was wrong until now. Because I dare not face myself, I attribute the source of killing to others."

With that said, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his calm heart.

He has always been ashamed to face these things, so he refuses to admit his not-so-bright image in front of Aya.

Aya looked at him with a widening smile on her lips.

"So you figured it out now, Sigma?"

"Well. It is also wrong for me to forgive others, and the most important thing is to inflict sin on people who have nothing to do with it. As for those who died, I will also repent for them."

He couldn't help looking at her, looking for half of her side face, which seemed to be shining in his eyes.

"However, I have something to tell you, Lily."

"I like you."

Although the environment is not very good, their dirty environment is full of bloody smell, the splashed blood is scattered in the car, and the stench cannot be dissipated even if the car window is opened, anyway, it may attract some people The car flies and doesn't look good at all.

But Sigma seized the moment and said it quickly.

Because his competitors were also present.

"Do you want me to answer?" Aya asked.

"No." He said, couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes were twinkling stars of anticipation, and he was a little complacent, "I don't want you to answer, but I want you to know."

"If this is what you expected." Aya said.

Saying that, they laughed together.

But an exaggerated voice immediately interrupted them.

"Shh-"

If one had to find an environmental destroyer, it would be Gogol.

"What's the matter? Some timid person dare not say such a thing."

Through the rearview mirror, Sigma saw Gogol with an uncertain expression. This time, he no longer chose to be patient, and said in a rare ironic tone.

Gogol rarely answered.

But his situation is very complicated. At least Sigma, who has no memory, is much simpler than him.

In the silent car, there was only the whirring sound of the engine starting, which was particularly obvious at this time.The wind outside the window poured into the car, like a net that couldn't be restrained, and the wind was so bitter that it made people's eyes clear.

Suddenly, a sudden brake.The speed of the car, which was as high as more than 100 yards, stopped suddenly, and everyone was thrown forward by the recoil.

Fyodor unbuckled his seat belt.

"Here we are." He said flatly.

There is an "underground castle" in front of you. Although the scale is not enough to reach the size of the castle, it is much larger than the ordinary parking lot.It was a small building cut into a neat square hall, followed by side doors and rooms.

"My Lord! Welcome back!"

The lights were on, and Ivan, who had disappeared before the dinner just now, was standing there, dressed in formal attire, bowing his head with his head bowed, looking very respectful.Pushkin on the side, swaggeringly, with a casual posture, one foot is still up, little by little.

Although the conditions are simple, it is quite large.

This is the secret stronghold of the Rat of the Dead House in the suburbs.