Why it never ends

Chapter 917 Nightmare

Heading 135 degrees, meters altitude.

It was dusk outside the plane, with a temperature of minus fifty degrees Celsius. Everything was normal inside the cabin. Chiba flew an old fighter plane across the sky above District 5. Young Hesta sat behind her, looking nervously and seriously at the sea of ​​clouds below. The layers of clouds became new land, and she was driving in this cold new world.

"Jane...Jane, we are now...can you hear me?"

Hesta came back to his senses, "What did you say, Ms. Chiba?"

"Check...we...you...there's a noise...can you hear it?"

Hesta slapped the communication device several times.

"Jane, can you——"

"I can hear you." Hesta shouted into the microphone, "Are you still hearing any noise over there?"

"Good. I'm going to prepare to descend."

Amid the huge roar, Hesta felt a sense of weightlessness. This was her first high-altitude flight. She could not tell where the ground was. She just felt sweaty all over and very uncomfortable.

She endured the discomfort in her stomach and tried to divert her attention elsewhere.

The communication device carried the conversation between Qianye and the command center. Their voices became intermittent again. Hesta listened carefully and felt that his situation was getting worse, because the urge to vomit was getting stronger and stronger...

"Jane, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Ms. Chiba." Hesta answered with difficulty.

"There is a fighter group approaching us... about 500 meters below us... they are... turning... in a moment we..."

"I can't hear you clearly, Ms. Chiba!" Hesta began to hit the communication device again. "What did you say?"

"We... the tail, check it again..."

"I can't hear you clearly, Ms. Chiba, what did you say? I need to check what—"

The cabin glass exploded instantly, and a huge thrust ejected Hesta and her seat. She fell rapidly, tumbling for several weeks in weightlessness, and finally found her balance again.

Immediately afterwards, an explosion sounded diagonally above her.

An unprecedented sense of panic descended upon him, and Hesta looked up in astonishment at the sound.

Under the azure dome, Miss Chiba's plane exploded into a ball of fireworks, and she herself fell into the sea of ​​clouds...the clouds covered everything.

The next moment, Hesta suddenly opened his eyes.

Wooden floors, dim chandeliers, small square tiles with colorful glaze, characteristic of District 12, on the walls... and Eucalyptus and the children who were startled by her sudden weird scream.

"...Did you have a nightmare?" Eucalyptus put down the picture book and walked to the sofa. "Dinner was served before, but I didn't call you because you were too tired. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Hesta was a little confused. When she finally came back to reality, she tapped her forehead and said, "...pass me a glass of water."

Qiqi turned around and pushed the cup on the coffee table towards Hesta.

Eleven also ran over and asked, "Did you dream about monsters?"

Hesta drank the cold water in the cup and stood up with a complicated expression. She dreamed of Miss Chiba again.

In the dream, she followed Chiba on a flight mission, and the plane crashed and everyone on board died. But in fact, most of their previous flights were very smooth. When Hesta was with Chiba, she rarely felt the kind of uncontrollable tension. The two of them worked well together and could complete most of the missions very beautifully.

However, in the past half month, Hesta often dreamed of Chiba who was dying. Every time she woke up from a nightmare, she felt as if her heart was grabbed by something. When she was awake, Hesta would never believe the news of Chiba's death - after all, it seemed to be a doubt of Miss Chiba's ability. However, this avoidance has its own price, and the horrible scenes that frequently appeared in dreams recently are one of them.

Hesta suddenly realized that perhaps he simply could not accept the possibility of Chiba's death.

She twisted her neck a few times and regained her composure.

Hesta looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

This is a small apartment in Saint-Lome City in District 12, about 70 kilometers away from the central city of this large district, "Emanlia". She and Eucalyptus, Eleven, and Qiqi live on the fourth floor of the apartment. Due to an inexplicable identity check, they have been stranded in this city for three days. According to the plan, Rico was supposed to meet her in a small town 40 kilometers away yesterday.

"Have all those people downstairs left?" Hesta asked.

"No." Eucalyptus replied, "I just went to the corridor and took a look. There were two people sitting at the door of the reception room."

Hesta looked at the clock again: "Do you remember what time they came?"

"The one wearing the hat should arrive around 2pm. I don't know about the other one," Eucalyptus replied. "Do you want to go meet them?"

"No," Hesta replied.

  Out of a certain caution, Hesta and Eucalyptus exchanged identities after leaving District 14. Eucalyptus changed into a uniform, put on a mask, and curled up in a wheelchair - sitting down was less likely to expose his height - while Hesta himself moved around in the name of "family member". This caution showed its value after arriving in District 12:

Since arriving in District 12, visitors have been coming in. Most of these visitors are local merchants in District 12. Due to many problems such as taxation, freight, and inconvenient procedures, they came to ask Hesta, a newly arrived "big man", to help mediate - recently District 12 suddenly cancelled many preferential laws, and their business was affected.

Since the language of the third district is one of the official languages ​​of the 12th district, it is not difficult to communicate with the visitors, but Hesta is deeply puzzled by this. She has never paid attention to the economic affairs of the habitable area in the past, and has no plans to do so in the future. After asking carefully, she found that these people have expressed the same desire, either implicitly or explicitly: they hope to reconnect with the old governor of the 12th district, Arevalo, through Hesta.

Apparently, the Governor could solve all their business problems, but recently he suddenly claimed to be ill and no one knew where he was. There were even rumors that he had returned to the Third District.

In return, the merchants were willing to offer Hesta a considerable amount of gems, gold, business dividends, and even a manor that Hesta had never heard of.

After chatting with seven or eight visitors, Hesta declined all subsequent visits.

However, the visitors did not give up. Many of them started to lie to the apartment manager or the doorman, saying: "I am an acquaintance of Ms. Hesta in the third district." "I met Ms. Hesta in the fifth district." "Didn't Ms. Hesta just come from the fourteenth district? She has a friend in the fourteenth district and asked me to pass something on to her..."

At first, Hesta did not realize that someone had deliberately leaked her itinerary, until she changed her address several times, but these people were still able to come back the next day, then Hesta realized that someone was constantly leaking her whereabouts. In other words, someone was always watching her every move.

"How many people have come to see me so far?"

"As of yesterday, there were 46 in total. I haven't looked at today's visitor register yet," Eucalyptus replied, "there should be five or six more."

Hesta quietly opened the door and looked down from the top of the winding corridor. The tiles at the bottom of the building formed a complex pattern of dark green and light green, like a silent jungle. Two men were sitting on a bench near the door, one wearing a hat and the other with gray hair.

Suddenly, the man in the hat seemed to realize something and looked up at the upper level.

Hello everyone! Today we start updating a new volume of "The Age of Whaling". Thank you to everyone who has been waiting for the update!

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