Why it never ends

Chapter 923 Gospel

Hesta put Eleven down, walked quickly to the clothes rack, and took down her clothes before the last old woman was about to take off her coat.

"Here you go." Hesta handed over the shawl with both hands.

Rico was filled with questions, and the old lady was also stunned for a moment, but she quickly lowered her eyes, reached out to take the coat, and whispered thank you.

The diners who were standing around began to disperse. Rico walked towards Hesta with raised eyebrows. Just as he was about to ask "Why are you still taking the initiative to hand clothes to those people", Hesta pulled him forward two steps.

"……what are you doing?"

"Look at this," Hesta handed the scepter brooch to Rico, "Do you recognize it?"

"Oh!" Rico reacted, "You just did it for--"

Rico took the brooch. She would never forget this little thing in her life. Compared with the one on the ship, the one in her hand was smaller, heavier, and looked more expensive.

"I was just wondering if I was seeing things," Hesta said softly, "That's it, isn't it?"

"Did you take it from that man's clothes?" asked Rico.

"Yes, several people have them on their coats," Hesta said softly, "all the same."

"You think—"

"Jane!" Eucalyptus shouted from not far away. They both turned around at the same time and saw the kind lady holding Eleven's hand and looking at them with a smile.

"...Sorry." Hesta and Rico then realized their impoliteness. They walked back quickly and thanked the lady together.

"It's nothing, just a small favor." The woman said gently, "Are you tourists here?"

"I was recently transferred to work here." Hesta held out his hand, "Jane Hesta."

"Valeria," the woman responded with a smile. She looked at Rico, "Did the police say when they would arrive?"

"It may take another ten minutes." Rico replied, "Don't worry, you can go back to the table to eat first, and we will call you when we need you."

Hesta turned his head and said, "...Did you really call the police?"

"Ah. What else?"

"I thought you were just telling them," Hesta thought of the police he saw in the apartment last night and couldn't help but frowned, "What's the point of calling that kind of police?"

"It's useless, but we have to keep a record." said Li Ge.

"Yes," Valeria agreed. "If you run into this kind of thing again, it'll be easier to get it handled if you have a history of it—there will always be a time or two when you need the police involved."

Hesta shrugged slightly. She disagreed with this, but did not continue to refute it.

"That brooch," Valeria pointed at Rico's hand, "Can you show it to me?"

Although this request was somewhat unexpected, Rico quickly opened his palm. She thought Valeria would take it and look at it, but she just glanced at it and said, "If you bring your children out again in the future and meet someone wearing this kind of brooch, it's best to avoid it - the same goes for this lady." Valeria looked at Eucalyptus, "You are from Hesta, right?"

Eucalyptus raised his head: "...Yes."

"If you don't have companions who can support you, stay away from them." Valeria said softly, "This is a very active religious organization. Most of the members are over 60 years old. Their name is 'Gospel Society of the Lord'. If someone talks about the 'Gospel Society', they are probably referring to them... They don't like faces that are different from theirs."

"What do you do for a living?" Hesta suddenly asked. "Can I ask?"

"Oh, I work in a hospital," Valeria said, "but not in Saint-Lom, but in Emmanlia." "Are you a doctor?"

Valeria shook her head. "Midwife."

……

After the police collected the testimony, Hesta and his party said goodbye to Valeria and followed the police to the police station to take the statement and sign it. When everything was settled, more than two hours had passed.

There would be no food to eat if we went to San Antonio at this time, so Rico drove everyone to a small restaurant by the river.

Before the car stopped, Eleven leaned against the window and looked out with great interest. It seemed that everything that had just happened did not cause any ripples in her.

"Qiqi!" Eleven turned around, "Look outside!"

Qiqi was still a little depressed. She held Eleven's hand and glanced outside silently.

"There are a lot of foreigners outside!" said Eleven.

Qiqi turned her head and said, "...We are the foreigners."

Rico took out the car keys.

"get off!"

The restaurant was old and dim, with the air filled with the smell of unknown spices. The waiter came forward to lead the way for them. They walked through the narrow corridor of the hall, with Rico in front, Hesta at the end, and Eucalyptus and the two children in the middle.

Eucalyptus felt the strong gaze. At first, she liked the environment here because although there were many people here, it was not noisy. With soothing background music, guests at every table were talking quietly. There was no abrupt laughter, no toasts or disputes over bills. People just spoke at the same volume that only friends could hear, and finally gathered into a mist-like voice.

However, when she passed through the crowd, she found that everything had changed - wherever she walked, there was silence. People stopped their knives and forks and stared at her with a cautious look, which seemed to have weight and made her feel a little depressed. It was not until then that Eucalyptus suddenly realized that there were no other female guests here.

"Sit here," Rico led them to a window seat. This led to the back garden of the restaurant. There was a low birch tree outside the window. Its strange branches looked like coral on land. Its trunk was covered with strange and indifferent eyes, which made Eucalyptus' scalp tingle.

"This is the quietest restaurant I've ever seen, and the food is delicious," said Rico. "Every time I come to Saint-Lome, I eat here almost half the time."

"...Are you coming alone?" asked Eucalyptus.

"Most of the time," Rico replied, "I bring friends over sometimes. Aside from not allowing alcohol, the food here is perfect."

Eucalyptus was shocked.

"You're not allowed to drink?" Hesta looked over. "Why?"

"Alcohol is prohibited in the entire District 12." Rico replied.

"So what do you do when you want to drink?"

"Hold on. If you really want to drink, you can make some at home, or go to a place like 'San Antonio' ​​where only people from the Third District go. Do you want to have some today? If you want, I can help you think of a way."

Hesta flatly refused.

"I was thinking about Anna," Hesta said softly, "She must have stayed in District 12 for a long time before."

(End of this chapter)