Why it never ends

Chapter 1145 Gift

When Meisnan arrived, he happened to see Hesta striding out of the park gate. Behind her, many people were still gathered together.

Hesta saw him too, and as he passed by, his eyes fell on him: "Is it Sophie again?"

"Yes," Meisnan immediately followed up, "She received your email last night, but couldn't get through to Officer Si Lei, so..."

"Officer Si Lei may have gone to some place with a bad signal. Why didn't she call me directly?"

"...I don't know." Meisnan replied softly, "She brought back some patients who had good treatment results today. Sophie said that maybe letting them talk about their treatment experiences in the hospital could help the rest of them overcome their fear of medication..."

“That’s a good idea.”

Meisnan laughed, as if this sentence was a compliment to him.

Hesta's pace was so fast that Meisnan had to almost jog to keep up with him. During this process, he faintly smelled a smell of rust and meat. He looked for the source of the smell with some care, and then found that Hesta was holding a thick black plastic bag in his hand.

"What do you have in your hand?"

Hesta laughed and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

……

"Sophie!" Hesta stepped onto the grass outside the palace and saw his old friend chatting with the women.

Sophie turned her head, and Wosunda beside her also stuck her head out.

"I need to talk to Wosunda for a while," Hesta walked up to her, "Can I be alone with her for a while?"

"Of course." Sophie said, "I just happen to have something to tell you. See you later."

Hesta smiled and waved to Wosunda. The old man followed and Eunice stood up immediately.

"You stay, Eunice," Hesta noticed Eunice following him, "You stay here."

"I stay?" Younis was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sneer, "Without me, can you understand what Wosunda is saying?"

“No need to understand.”

Hesta still had a smile on his face, but for some reason, this smile made Eunice feel a subtle chill. She shrugged slightly, stopped, and watched Hesta and the old man go away.

"Your room." Hesta made a sleeping gesture, "Take me there."

Wosantad understood and led Hesta to his bedroom. The old woman also smelled the bloody smell. She looked at the black bag in Hesta's hand with some concern and walked in front with her eyes slightly lowered.

Vosantad's room was on the ground floor - she was the only one among the crowd who lived on the ground floor of the palace because she really didn't want to climb the damned stairs.

The two of them entered the room and closed the door. The only sound in the room was the birds singing outside the window.

"I have something for you." Hesta said in a low voice, and placed the black plastic bag on the table by the window, "Come and see."

Even though she didn't understand what Hesta said, Wosantad still understood what Hesta was asking her to do. The old woman obediently walked to the window and slowly untied the plastic rope. Just as she was about to open the bag to look inside, Hesta suddenly stopped her.

"Put your hand in there," Hesta said, grabbing her wrist and stopping at the mouth of the bag.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of thinking, she reached into the bag. At first, when her fingertips touched those things, she felt that they were cold and soft... They felt like peeled cooked chicken skin, but without the greasy feeling of fat, and reminded people of fine mud and sand. Each of them was slightly curved, rough on one side, and full of irregular undulations on the other.

The fingertips felt damp, and the liquid was obviously blood, which explained the smell. These things were pointed at one end, and the other end was a neat cut surface... Wosunda still didn't understand why Hesta asked her to touch these pieces of meat in this way. These soft pieces of meat didn't move, but there was a strange sense of resilience - they didn't look like fresh meat, but they didn't look like completely dead things.

Vosantad's hand paused.

In an instant, she suddenly realized that the tiny granules on the surface of these pieces of meat were not chicken skin, nor were they mud and sand, but... the dense, velvet-like protrusions on the surface of the human tongue.

Her body suddenly stiffened and her fingers almost bounced away - as expected, all the fingers that had touched the piece of flesh were covered in blood - that was not a piece of flesh, it was an organ that someone had used to speak, make sounds, and swallow.

Those were severed tongues.

Hesta took a pen from the desk, wrote the number "27" on the notebook beside him, and drew a male symbol next to it.

"That's 27 in total." Hesta looked at Vosundda. "More than that, right?"

Wosunda looked deeply at Hesta, and after a moment of shock, she finally understood where these tongues came from.

"Are all... all of them dead?" Vosundtar looked at Hesta. "You... you killed all of them?"

The old man pointed at the black bag and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Hesta laughed. "The process is too complicated. I can't explain it to you now. But, yes, they are dead."

Seeing Hesta nod solemnly, Wosunda held her breath. She turned around and tied the mouth of the black plastic bag again. Hesta watched her take the thread and wrap it around the mouth of the bag tightly, while mumbling something in her mouth - it seemed to be some kind of prayer.

Wosunda held Hesta's hand again, and the blood on her hand also stained Hesta's back and palm. Hesta felt that the old man's hand was so strong that it was even trembling. The old man whispered something, but Hesta could not understand the whole sentence, but could hear a few common words - such as "we" and "thank you".

Hesta picked up the pen again and wrote "repay" in the language of District 12 on the paper, then pointed at the old man and then at himself.

The old man looked serious.

Hesta wrote the second word: revenge.

Then she pointed at the old man and then pointed out the window.

Seeing that Wosunda still didn't understand, Hesta tapped the word "Revenge" on the paper and whispered in the language of the Third District: "Go on. Do you understand? Go on.

"You don't owe me a thank you, you only owe... them their lives."

……

It was almost noon when Si Lei hurried back. She was investigating another important clue in a nearby town, but suddenly received a synchronous email from Emeria, saying that with the cooperation of the Baroness and Inspector Mercury Needle, a large number of arson criminals had just been arrested and were being interviewed.

Before heading to the city, Si Lei decided to meet Jian first to get things straight—

27 arsonists?

Is this a bit too much?

(End of this chapter)