Why it never ends

Chapter 990 Return

Victoria's face didn't look good either. She put down her arms and covered the joint of the upper arm of the corpse with a piece of cloth.

"Contact Ken immediately..." Victoria murmured, then suddenly stopped.

Zoe didn't hear clearly: "What? Who to contact?"

"...Call Hesta and ask her to come back immediately," Victoria whispered, "Don't take public transportation, run."

……

On a slow old-fashioned train, Rico and Hesta sat side by side.

The train went over the mountains and there were only the two of them in the whole carriage. There was no signal on either of them, so Rico put her phone on the table in front of her. She looked to the side calmly and saw Hesta looking down at a document of about 20 pages. Although Rico did not hear the sobbing, she felt that Hesta seemed to be crying.

Hesta kept her left hand on her forehead, and the bound document was spread on her knees. After a while, a tear fell on it, and Hesta quickly turned the page.

"simple?"

"fine."

Rico scratched his head.

She didn't know what Hesta had said to the former inspector in there, but Jane had been in a low mood since they left the prison together.

While waiting outside, Rico found a few small restaurants at the foot of the mountain. Although Brazi is a very remote town, there are two or three barbecue restaurants with a very high reputation. However, Hesta obviously had no interest in eating. She didn't want to stay here any longer. She even checked out of the hotel she had booked and returned immediately without stopping.

There is only one direct flight to Emanlia a day for Brazi, so it is not possible to fly back directly at night. So the two decided to take a train to the nearby big city of Wezin Ferry, and then catch the 11 o'clock flight.

On the train, Alantida's last words kept echoing in Hesta's mind. She had seen the coalition government and AHgAs's final actions against the chelate tide several times. Under such high-density bombing, it was hard to say who could survive.

All the clues and everyone's reactions seemed to emphasize the same reality to her. Hesta tried to avoid specific images and conclusions in her mind. She didn't think about the possible ending of Miss Chiba, but the surging emotions that had been hidden under her speculation were like a flood, breaking through all the rational dikes.

The ticket inspector came from the other end of the carriage: "Hello, ticket check."

Rico quickly got her ticket. She glanced at Hesta, her companion who had been so calm when she arrived, and was now frantically searching her pockets and wallet.

The keys, notebooks, receipts and pens soon piled up on the table. Rico looked at the window on the other side of the corridor to avoid seeing the tears on Hesta's face.

"...Ticket." Hesta's voice was hoarse.

The ticket inspector took the ticket and punched a hole in the center of it skillfully, but she did not immediately hand the ticket back to Hesta. Instead, she lowered her head and took out a checkered handkerchief from her coat pocket.

"Here," the ticket collector folded the ticket and handkerchief together and handed them back to Hesta, "everything will be fine."

Hesta looked up and saw the ticket collector looking at her with concern.

She took the ticket and handkerchief: "...Thank you."

The ticket inspector smiled and left from the other end of the carriage.

With red eyes, Hesta began to clean up the table. Suddenly, a piece of paper fell to the ground. She bent over to pick it up and found that it was the envelope containing the letter of introduction. She thought that even if she had made an appointment in advance, she would still need the letter of introduction when visiting the prison, so she brought the original with her.

Rico saw Hesta place the envelope solemnly on the small table in front of them.

"What is this?" Rico asked. "A letter of introduction."

Hesta put everything away and began to re-open the envelope.

There were two pieces of paper in the envelope, one was the visiting instructions, and the other was Miss Chiba's handwriting, the contents of which Hesta could almost recite by heart.

Don't worry about what's happening far away...

The important thing is to do the tasks at hand one by one.

Tears fell again, and Hesta wiped them away quickly with a handkerchief. She felt the torrent of sadness carrying boulders and sand crashing down from above her head. At this moment, she suddenly understood why so many people believed that Miss Chiba was dead. Death is a certain fact after all, and all facts that have settled will pass, along with this heartache that feels like a knife.

Everything will pass, right? Perhaps those who drift downstream can quickly find their own place to dock, but she cannot let herself reminisce or indulge in it, because Miss Chiba may be waiting somewhere at this moment, and she will also need help at some point in the future, and a person who looks forward is too easy to miss those fleeting signals.

Miss Chiba, where are you now and what are you doing?

Hesta clenched his handkerchief, gritted his teeth, and was determined to continue to be a person who would not let it go.

If you are still alive...

Anyway, please give me some hints.

The train passed through the cave, and the moonlight cast a faint white shadow. Both Rico and Hesta's phones showed a signal at the same time. Hesta leaned against the window, looking out the window with a haggard look, and Rico saw twelve unread messages on the suddenly lit screen.

Rico frowned and picked up his phone.

"Jane," Rico stood up, "get up, we are getting off the bus."

Hesta looked around in a daze: "Hasn't arrived yet?"

"Chelate has appeared in Emanlia, and the situation seems to be very complicated. Victoria wants us to rush back immediately." Rico turned his head, and his eyes had a silver edge. "We have to run."

……

Victoria stood alone in the corridor.

Theresa received a message that two other chelates lurking in the Fluorite Hall tried to attack the children, but she discovered them in time and killed them immediately, so there were no casualties. However, the audience at the scene were terrified and she needed support.

Just like here - those two Chelates are also equipped with bionic arms.

Zoe rushed over and quickly contacted the airport manager in the broadcasting room, giving priority to evacuating the theater where there were more children tonight.

There was no way to contact Hesta, and dozens of calls were made but all the results were busy.

Victoria glanced down at the body.

Things have gone far beyond her expectations. She originally planned to end the battle in the theater and then notify the local police to come and do further evacuation, but now it seems that there may be other problems behind this batch of chelates... The retired mercury needles in the local area may not be trustworthy, and the remaining mercury needles have either died in the Fayalar Wasteland or have been evacuated in large numbers with the large army. The only ones she can rely on may be the colleagues who are guarding the mother city...

What to do.