Why it never ends

Chapter 1039: First White Chapter Disappearance
"What did you write?"

"Just some reminders..."

Victoria walked to Hesta's side and saw a simple map on one of the pages with several locations marked on it, where the casualties were concentrated.

Turning the next page, there are some tear-jerking memorial messages.

Hesta only read a few lines and immediately looked away: "...I'm a little hungry."

"I'm boiling water," Victoria said. "I'll cook the noodles later."

"…No need to cook mine, I brought food with me."

Victoria watched as Hesta walked to her backpack and took out two beef rolls wrapped in tin foil. Victoria remembered that Hesta had not ordered anything at the downtown cafe this afternoon, but had eaten a few of these beef rolls.

"You don't want to heat it up?"

"What a bad idea," Hesta glanced at Victoria, "You can't put tinfoil in the microwave."

“There’s a pot over there.”

"I don't want to use the kitchen utensils outside." Hesta said softly.

"why?"

Hesta had already started chewing the beef rolls that had already cooled down. Some of the soup and oil had already seeped into the outside of the dough. She took two pieces of paper and kept wiping her hands. After swallowing the first bite, Hesta began to tell Victoria the story she had heard from Kovicik last night, about how the old duke who was poisoned died suddenly and bizarrely.

Victoria stood in front of the stove and listened to the whole story with a subtle expression - in her opinion, this kind of mysterious case is actually the easiest to solve. Because the facts seem confusing, you can almost trust your common sense: Who is the murderer? The murderer is the one who knows the location of the poisoned wine and brings it to the old duke's table.

"And why do we have to assume that the poisoned wine was already in the wine cellar?" Victoria said, "If I wanted to poison it, I would put it in the glass. As for the poisoned cork that the police found later, I could have forged one. Anyway, there is no label on the cork that matches the bottle. How do you know that the cork you took for testing really belongs to the bottle of poisoned wine?"

Hesta looked at Victoria with a complicated look as she sat down at the table with a pot of noodles and prepared to eat.

"…So I plan to avoid eating out," Hesta said.

Victoria's expression froze for a moment, then she looked at the paper in front of her: "How can I eat this..."

"I'm just worrying about nothing... I just felt a little uncomfortable after hearing about the case yesterday. I don't mean to say that there is something wrong with the food here." Hesta looked at her, "I have a few meat rolls in my bag. Do you want some?"

"Bring it here."

……

After dinner, Hesta and Victoria took out two sleeping bags from the cupboard and laid them out neatly in the corner of the first floor. Except for the dining room and kitchen, most of the first floor was wooden flooring, so it was not cold to sleep on.

Victoria ate all the meat rolls that Hestado brought, but she still didn't feel full. After hesitating for a while, she got up and cooked herself half a bowl of noodles.

The two dimmed the lights in the hall, and Hesta looked ready to go to sleep.

"I now know why the headquarters didn't let us enter the accident site before," Victoria whispered. "This place is really weird. The bodies were found scattered around. I couldn't imagine that they died in such a way before I saw it with my own eyes. Even if the United Government's planes came and killed a group of defenseless mercury needles, the rest of the people would not be able to escape, especially since there are almost no mountains in this area, and it's all grassland. It's very convenient to run, and there are almost no obstacles..." "It means everyone is trapped." Hesta had already crawled into the sleeping bag. She closed her eyes and lay on her side against the wall, "...so no one can run away with all their strength."

"How to trap them?" Victoria looked back at Hesta. "There are more than 200 mercury needles. Who can trap them?"

Hesta did not answer immediately.

"I have another concern," Victoria said, "where did all those bodies go?"

"Maybe the previous rescue teams have already cleaned it up." Hesta half opened his eyes, "...but I haven't heard any news about this either."

Victoria glanced toward Hesta.

It's strange to say, a few years ago in Tan Yi, although Hesta, who appeared as "Euleka", was taciturn, when Victoria was with her, she always naturally treated her as a peer of Zoe and Ende - in fact, they were peers.

However, a few years later, when they met again in District 12, Victoria clearly felt that the changes in Hesta's gestures made her look much more mature than her actual age. At least, when Hesta and Stella stood together, Stella would never treat her the way she treated a young person in her early twenties.

Nor would Victoria herself.

She vaguely felt that her relationship with Hesta at this moment was a bit like her relationship with Chiba in the past.

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Victoria dumped all the garbage on the table into the bag and quickly cleaned up the entire table to the same state it was before cooking. She walked out with the bag: "I'm going out to throw something away."

"Yeah." Hesta closed his eyes again.

As time went by, Hesta gradually began to feel sleepy. The thin sleeping bag made her feel warm, and she almost fell asleep. However, a slight chill kept her on edge. She tossed and turned, adjusting her posture, but could not fall asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but a thought came to me like a flash of lightning, suddenly dispelling all the drowsiness and fog.

——Why hasn’t Victoria come back yet?

Hesta pricked up his ears. The whole cabin was very quiet, without a sound at all.

She sat up noiselessly, yawned, muttered as she emerged from her sleeping bag, walked to the door, and turned off the power in the room.

The whole cabin was plunged into absolute darkness.

In silence, Hesta went up to the second floor. She took the initiative to enter bullet time and listened to all the sounds nearby.

The wind, the chirping of insects, and the night howling of unknown wild animals deep in the grassland. Hesta walked to the window, pressed close to the windowsill, and looked out cautiously.

In the faint moonlight, the large trash can in the yard fell in the shadow of the wall, and there was no one near it.

Hesta looked slowly into the distance. The whole grassland looked like the bottom of the deep sea under the night. The fluffy grass swayed in the wind on the sand. The grassland had no end. The wind brought the undercurrent in the distance and then dissipated it out of thin air.

Suddenly, Hesta smelled a hint of blood. She almost subconsciously jumped forward, and an iron hook brushed past her scalp.