Why it never ends

Chapter 918 Inspection

However, the door on the fourth floor remained closed, with no sign of opening.

The middle-aged man at the side yawned and stood up: "Little brother, are you going to wait any longer?"

The man in the hat did not answer. He just put his hands on his knees and lowered his eyes again.

"It's not that easy," the middle-aged man whispered, as if he was trying to strike up a conversation or talking to himself, "This week she has also started to claim to be sick and hasn't been around, oh, she hasn't been around at all, these big shots, they don't know how to live without their noses up to the sky..."

He took his coat off the hanger not far away and walked to the visitor's register to sign his name and the reason.

"You know curfew is in half an hour, right?" The man put down his pen and waved to the young man on the bench. "Good luck."

The man in the hat then turned around and nodded, "You too."

The wooden door at the apartment exit opened and closed again, leaving only one person in the entire hall.

……

At 9:20, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out on the street, followed by a shrill alarm.

Hesta, who was writing in her diary, immediately stood up and turned off all the lights in the room. She asked Eucalyptus and the children to stay away from the window, and she carefully leaned against the wall to look out.

"Eleven! Stop it!" Eucalyptus desperately pressed Eleven's shoulders, "Stay here!"

Eleven kicked his hands and feet excitedly: "Is there a war outside? Someone fired a gun! Didn't you hear it?"

"Oh my god, you kid—"

Hesta hissed, then waved to Eleven, "It's okay, just let her come over."

Eleven ran to the window, and Hesta pressed her head and shoulders down with a serious expression, indicating that she should look out from his perspective.

Through the narrow window, Eleven could barely see the scene outside. On the street, a large group of policemen in black uniforms were marching quickly. Every time they passed a building, two people would step out of the line to knock on the door or break in...

Eleven was a little disappointed. The whole process was orderly and there was not much excitement to watch.

"What's wrong?" Eucalyptus asked nervously.

"The streets are full of police," Hesta replied. "Maybe--"

There was a knock on the door.

Eucalyptus hesitated and looked for Hesta's opinion. Hesta walked to the door and said, "Who is it? It's so late."

"Ma'am, we're going to have a security check soon. You need to send someone down here."

"What are you doing down there?"

"Be questioned," the man replied. "One person can go downstairs. The rest can stay in the room. But someone will come up to search each room one by one."

Hesta opened the door a crack, and outside stood a girl of about sixteen or seventeen. The girl was about to knock on the next door, but when she saw Hesta open the door, she turned back. Hesta recognized her. On the first day she and Eucalyptus moved in, the girl helped her move her luggage with her mother. The girl's mother was the apartment manager, and she often took turns working the night shift with another middle-aged man of similar age.

"…Why are you the one coming up to inform us?" Hesta asked, "Where's your mother?"

"She has something to do tonight, so I'm the only one here tonight." The girl pulled her long braid with one hand and said with a smile, "Will you come down with me?" Hesta glanced downstairs. The previously empty lobby on the ground floor was now filled with six or seven people, and residents were walking down the stairs of the apartment one after another. People looked solemn, but not panicked. Several residents looked at Hesta from time to time, and once their eyes met, they immediately dodged and looked away.

"No," Hesta answered. "Let anyone who wants to ask questions come up to me later."

"But..." The girl obviously wanted to say something, but stopped after thinking for a moment. "Okay, I'll tell the police when they get here."

"What's wrong?" Hesta asked.

The girl was silent for a while, her eyes showing kind curiosity: "...You guys are important people with a great background, right?"

Before Hesta could answer, two policemen had already pushed open the old wooden door of the apartment downstairs. One of them coughed loudly and ordered each household in the apartment to send one person downstairs in a deafening voice.

The girl said goodbye to Hesta in a hurry and went to help an old lady who lived alone push a wheelchair next door. Hesta closed the door, but still listened to the movement at the door.

After a while, she heard the stern voice asking everyone where they had been in recent days, who they had met, what they had done, and whether they had found any suspicious signs. Then there was a small commotion - someone was beaten for not answering in time and broke two tiles when he fell.

Some people tried to hold back their cries, while others murmured prayers. The police continued their interrogation at a suppressed and tense pace. A few minutes later, Hesta heard rough footsteps approaching from below. She put her hand on the door handle again and looked back at Eucalyptus: "Here they come."

Eucalyptus placed his hands on his chest and stared at the closed door without saying a word.

"Open the door——"

An angry shout suddenly rang out.

Although he was mentally prepared, Eucalyptus was still startled. Fortunately, when the first blow landed, Hesta opened the door, so the terrifying sound of the door being pounded only happened once.

All the wall lights in the corridor of the apartment were turned on at this time. Previously, they were always turned off to save electricity. Under the bright lights, a young policeman stood at the door.

The young man tried to act like a fierce and evil man, but compared to the police who were questioning and beating people downstairs, this look made him look a little embarrassed. He deliberately put one hand on the butt of the gun, so that everyone who saw him would quickly understand that he also had the ability to kill.

"Stop knocking," Hesta walked out of the dim room, "We have children in our house, don't scare them."

An inexplicable sense of oppression made the young policeman involuntarily take a half step back. When he realized his fear, a nameless anger arose: "...What's wrong with you? Why don't you come downstairs!?"

"We are in a special situation." Hesta lowered his eyes and handed over a black wallet. "This is our pass."

The man took the ID and flipped through it. Since it was written in the common language, he couldn't understand a single word, but he recognized a few icons of the District 12 military base and AHgAs. He flipped through it several times in a pretentious manner, thinking about a way to interrogate the woman without her discovering that he couldn't understand the ID.

"What are you looking for?" Hesta asked.

"Well," he stuffed the pass into his pocket, "I'll keep your ID here for now—"

"You have no right to do that."

The next moment, the young policeman found that the pass in his hand was gone - Hesta had taken it back, like a magic trick.

"you--"

"Killian!" The middle-aged policeman downstairs was already getting a little impatient and began to ask loudly in the same stern tone: "What are you doing upstairs? Is everything going well?"

ε-(｀;) I was so busy that I put the manuscript in the draft box and forgot to set the time...