Why it never ends

Chapter 921 Mad Bull

As he spoke, Hesta took out a diary from his pocket and wrote something on it.

Ten minutes later, the jeep stopped at an open concrete field. Hesta looked around and saw no parking signs in the area, but there were parking spaces marked on the ground, and about thirty ordinary cars were parked in the area.

In the distance, the neon signs of several hotels had lit up in the night. Hesta finally put away his diary and pen and began to unbuckle his seat belt.

"What are you writing?" asked Rico.

"I'll go back tonight and talk to Polly about security checks and some other trivial matters," Hesta replied. "If you forget something when you get back later, I can still make up for it when I check the schedule before going to bed."

"...Hey, was it you or Chiba who told me this before? They said 'If you forget it, it means it's not important.'" Rico tilted his head, "There's another rule, which says that important things should be kept in your mind, not on paper--"

"It's all me." Hesta sighed. The first sentence was Yu Xuekun's advice, and the second sentence was Ava's advice. "I also heard it from others... but it's not absolute."

"I think they all make sense. After all, people will never forget the truly important things—"

A subtle pain came unexpectedly, making Hesta feel ill all over, and she shrugged and scratched her back as if she had fleas.

"No," Hesta jumped out of the car, "maybe I forgot about it and then realized how important it was."

……

The restaurant is named "Saint Antus", which is also a god in charge of rivers and seas in the mythology of the 12th District. It has a strange image, with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a jellyfish. It is rumored that it is the military leader of marine creatures, who can make fish and seabirds obey its orders and fight against enemies on land or ships in the water.

Since the restaurant was full of posters and stickers of the creature, it was impossible to ignore the strange image. Hesta paused briefly in front of a buffet table filled with jellyfish. She frowned and stared at the smiling St. Antus in front of her, holding a sea fork in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other, with the words: Delicious!

This is so weird. Hesta walked away, shaking his head.

The weirdness of this restaurant doesn't end there. From the moment he entered the door, Hesta felt as if he had returned to District 3. Here, whether it was the guests or the service staff, there was hardly any local face from District 12. There was no local language in District 12 on the menu, wine list, or various prompts... From the food to the atmosphere, this place completely serves District 3.

The restaurant had just opened and the window seats were almost full. Two-thirds of the seats in the entire hall were occupied by guests, and there were queues in front of several self-service counters.

Eucalyptus encouraged Qiqi and Shiyi to find a seat. She had been teaching the two children the language of the third district since they left the fourteenth district. Just now on the bus, she taught them how to ask other guests "Is anyone here?" and "Can we sit here?" Now was a good time to try it out. Qiqi was a little timid, but she agreed.

Hesta stood there and watched the two children walk around the restaurant, looking for a place that could accommodate five people. They walked and stopped, and even when they passed some seats that could be shared, they just looked at them for a while and then walked away shyly.

"What's going on with these two children?" Rico asked, "Did anyone ask you to take care of them?"

"No," Hesta thought about where to start, "I just met ..."

Kiki in the distance looked back at Hesta - Hesta was chatting with Rico and didn't look over here.

"Oh my god," Qiqi screamed softly, grabbing her clothes, "There's no room for exactly five people! Eleven! We really have to find someone to share a table with!"

"Put it together. Tell me how to say that sentence again?" Eleven leaned forward and said, "I don't remember it." Qiqi repeated it twice. Eleven clenched his fists and ran to the two diners. Qiqi was watching from three or four steps away. When she saw that Eleven had forgotten the words, she ran over to help.

The two kids asked at several tables, but all the empty seats were occupied. However, after several attempts, Qiqi became more skilled and finally dared to take the initiative on her own.

After several setbacks, Kiki stopped asking everyone she met. She looked around and finally decided to ask a few old ladies at the long table by the window - they looked friendlier than most people.

"Good evening, ladies... ladies," Qiqi stumbled a little, "Excuse me, is there anyone next to you? There are five of us, can we sit--"

"Oh, look at this poor little thing," one of them turned around and smiled, her wrinkled face like a piece of cotton caught by a nail, "Even if there is no one in this place, you can't sit here, understand?"

"...Excuse me, could you please speak slower?" Qiqi was a little confused. "Are you saying there is no one here? Because... because there are five of us——"

There was a laugh from the table.

"She looks like she's from District 14," said another person at the long table. "They all have those little eyes over there."

"This child is so thin," said another. "Give her some bread and send her away. I see she has been walking around here for a long time."

"Put it down. You gave them bread today. Next time, they will know that they can have food if they come here! Do you want to ruin this restaurant?"

"All right……"

Qiqi felt like she was nailed to the ground as she listened to these strange words. The old man she had been talking to was talking to the people at the next table with great excitement. Qiqi wanted to leave, but she felt that turning around so suddenly would be too abrupt and would make her seem impolite.

"I saw some very scary data yesterday," the old man flipped his wrist casually, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally sweeping in the direction of Qiqi, "In recent years, a large number of women from District 14 have been engaged in the ** industry in District 12, and their proportion is almost even higher than that of local District 12-"

The old woman screamed before she could finish her words, and she suddenly lost her balance and fell to the side. She reached out in vain to grab something on the table, but ended up smashing more goblets, and glass fragments flew around her, some of which accidentally cut her arm.

Qiqi stared at the scene in amazement - Eleven suddenly jumped out from somewhere like a mad bull and directly pulled over the old man's chair.

All the diners at the long table gasped, and the old man on the ground screamed. Only Eleven clapped his hands, rolled his eyes, and walked to Kiki.

Not far away, Hesta had just told Rico about Mikhail's clinic when they heard a loud noise. She and Rico realized that something was wrong and ran towards the children.

"You, what did you do!" Qiqi exclaimed, "You knocked someone over."

"She deserves it!" Eleven looked into Qiqi's eyes, "They scolded you!"

"Ah?" Qiqi was stunned for a second, "You can understand what they are saying?"

"I don't understand," Eleven replied, "but they must be scolding you!"