Why it never ends

Chapter 1179 Arresting people
Late at night, Turan climbed onto the roof of the palace. She looked around, and then there was a rustling sound from the shadows next to the chimney. Rico's voice came: "Why are you up here?"

"I came to see you." Turan walked along the roof. It was not difficult for her, but she still walked unsteadily on purpose. "You don't see anyone every day--"

"Be careful." Rico frowned and walked forward. "Why should you? The road here is not difficult to walk on."

The two sat side by side, from where they could see Hesta's study and Arevalo's bedroom at the same time.

"How long do you plan to keep hiding from people like this?" Turan said suddenly.

"How could I hide?" Li Ge whispered, she turned her head, "I am seriously carrying out the task assigned by Jane--"

"Then he wouldn't be so mysterious every day, right?"

In the distance, lights and shadows flickered in Hesta's study. Hesta sat down at the desk by the window with four or five open documents at hand, and the printer next to him was still spitting out new paper.

"Don't worry about what happened that day," Turan leaned closer to Rico, "Hersta has been through a lot, and I believe that the reason she rushed into the fire at that time was definitely not because she wanted to take the risk to save something... She must have made a quick assessment and felt that the risk was acceptable, so--"

"Turan."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever felt that the world is unfair in every aspect?"

Turan glanced sideways: "... a lot. I talked about this issue with Liz before, and she said that this is why we need people with justice in their hearts to implement the original intention of the rules -"

"That's how she is, that's why things get into trouble."

Turan's voice suddenly became serious: "Rico."

"I'm not blaming her," Rico turned back calmly, "but now I no longer hate the world for being unfair when I think of these things, Turan, do you know why? Because a person who always walks on the edge of a cliff is always more likely to fall than a person living on a plain... This is not a question of fairness or unfairness, it's a question of probability."

Turan heard a kind of emptiness in Rico's words. She didn't say anything, but just held Rico's hand, and after a sigh, hugged her arm.

Rico continued, “No matter why you walked onto that path on the edge of the cliff, no matter whether your original intention was despicable or noble—as far as the fall was concerned, it made no difference.

"If you walk more and more steadily, you won't fall easily; if you walk faster and more urgently, you'll be more likely to get into trouble... How do you know that a task that is assessed to be risk-acceptable won't have a huge trap behind it? How can you be sure that you can always get out of it safely?

"I think the world is always fair. No matter how skilled you are, no matter whether you are loved or despised, as long as you live on a cliff all day and always like to put yourself in danger, you will never lack accidents... I have only slowly come to understand this in the past two years."

Rico frowned again: "But I still don't understand, why are there so many people like this around me? Liz is, Jane is, Sahame is--"

"Me too." Turan half-opened his eyes, "Aren't you?"

"Me?" Rico sneered. She pulled back Turan's hand and laid down against the sloping roof, looking grimly at the stars in the sky. "It's not the same anymore."

……

The night was uneventful.

The next morning, the police were on edge. The quietness of the farm was not comforting, and all the peace at this moment seemed like some kind of omen that emerged to highlight the disaster.

But it was not until that morning, when every household confirmed each other's survival, that people were truly sure that there were no new deaths last night - it seemed that the advice not to go out at night had worked.

However, the settlement was still in chaos. Several families decided to leave during the day and go somewhere else to avoid the limelight. The police tried to dissuade them, but they ignored them and just kept loading their luggage into the car.

Klar looked at these residents who had luckily escaped the disaster with a look of disgust. She walked forward, patted her colleague who was trying hard to persuade everyone not to leave, and signaled them to step back temporarily.

"If you insist on leaving, we can't stop you," Klar said, "but I bet you that if you leave this manor, you won't see the sun tomorrow. Do you believe it?"

The man had half of his body sitting in the cockpit. When he heard this, he immediately jumped out of the car in anger. He glared at the young woman in front of him, as if he wanted to regain his masculinity that had been suppressed for a long time at this moment: "How can you talk like that! Do you believe that I will -"

Klar said sarcastically, "No one was killed last night, which means the murderer is not a god. He can't do anything in the face of the police's all-round patrols and vigilance. But you are so good that you want to run out at dawn. Do you think it is more convenient for the murderer to do it here or outside?"

The man was startled, his expression suddenly becoming complicated. He was about to retort when he heard Klar give an order: "Catch these people and lock them up in the warehouse first. I want to question them in the morning."

"Why?" Several men began to struggle, "What rights do you have to arrest people?"

"You want to escape, which means you probably think you will be targeted by the murderer." Klar said calmly, "I will give you half an hour to recall the past. See you later, gentlemen."

Klar got on his motorcycle and sped towards the palace.

Last night, she retrieved the files related to the farm in recent years. Most of them were economic disputes within the farm, and some of them escalated to the level of fighting. However, these things seemed common in a farm far away from the city. Only the recent tongue cutting case was particularly eye-catching, and Hesta was directly involved in this case.

This case happened to be handled by Inspector Andre himself. She called the police station last night and learned that none of the workers detained at the time survived, and each of them died of wound infection. Klar was more certain of her intuition - there must be something else behind the case.

Therefore, she decided to go to the palace in the morning to question Fatima in person. After all, her confession was the key evidence in the tongue-cutting case.

Not long after the motorcycle drove out of the settlement, Klar suddenly pressed the brakes with both hands. She tried her best to turn the front of the motorcycle and almost fell into the farmland beside her before she barely stopped.

She stood up with the help of the motorcycle with difficulty and looked towards the middle of the road. A thinly dressed little girl was sitting on the ground, obviously also frightened.

Klar suppressed his anger, got out of the car, and walked towards the girl: "...Are you okay? Are you hurt?"