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Chapter 104: Márquez and One Hundred Years of Solitude

late at night.

The heavy rain still didn't stop.

The bright yellow crystal chandeliers in the lobby of Christopher Manor cast a faint light through the glass windows with Ukiyo-e style patterns.

It couldn't even illuminate the forest road twenty meters away from the manor.

But it's not just the lights in the hall that are on display here.

The lights of the motorcade and the cordons set up by the night watchmen were all blurred in the Moscow rainstorm, like the neon lights that never go out at night in the cyberpunk world.

just.

The atmosphere of the scene now is very quiet.

There was only the sound of heavy footsteps.

The heavy rain washed over the huge manor.

One by one, the manor staff members who were identified as apostles of the abyss were escorted into the car.

They will be screened to see if they are hidden cult members.

The last person to be escorted into the car was Willy.

When he passed by his father, the Duke, who was inhumane, he felt what fear was:

“Save me.

You guys, save me!
Father, father, I was deceived!"

pity.

No one would respond to him.

Night Watch executive officer Garfield watched all this coldly.

then.

He commanded calmly:

“Leave two teams, C-13 and C-14, to investigate possible hidden dangers in the surrounding area.

A search warrant has been issued to search for Samantha Naretta Kritchens, the mastermind behind the man-made abyss contamination.

The rest lined up.

Return trip.

before leaving.

He glanced at Duke Leander, who was standing at the main entrance of the manor.

Slightly raised the brim of the army green hat:

"Grand Duke Christopher, I wish you a sweet dream tonight."

"Executive Officer Garfield, the committee will bring charges against you in a few days. I hope you will be as 'crazy' as you acted today."

Duke Leander replied in a deep voice.

There was no expression on his face except seriousness.

Even if the situation escalates to this extent tonight.

The nobleman in the cloak did not seem too angry.

of course.

the other side.

The attitude of the Slavic man was quite different.

He stood in the heavy rain.

The rain trickled down from the brim of his hat, but it did not conceal the disdain in his eyes at all:

“The smell of decay wrapped under the dome of the Novgorod Committee is indeed disgusting.

But I won't refuse to attend the meeting because of this.

Before this.

Mr. Duke, you should use your own information channels.

Find out what happened on the K20 train. "

Subsequently.

He opened the back door in the heavy rain.

left here.

Only a few untainted servants and Duke Leander were left standing at the door.

As for Su Wen and Angelica.

They left here half an hour ago.

This is the core estate of the Christopher family, but it does not mean that everyone will live here.

After the girl's mother passed away, she left her daughter a small house with a garden.

For Angelica.

perhaps.

That's home.

at this time.

The sound of the falling rain was still loud, and the girl, who had remained strong until now, felt like crying.

after all.

Everything she had ever known was probably gone.

The memories of this city that she now has are probably fading away in this rainstorm.

"What should I do, Mr. Kevin?"

She is now extremely lonely and helpless.

And Su Wen replied gently:

"Don't suppress yourself. Sometimes, crying can make you feel better."

Like Angelica, he had been through this process before.

And now.

He is probably still maintaining this process as he sits alone in the room playing games.

just.

Su Wen had found the answer on his own a long time ago:

“German writer Marquez wrote in One Hundred Years of Solitude:
The history of a great family is a machine that goes on and on without stopping.

It is a wheel that rotates among countless gears.

The gears that keep the machine running will keep rotating forever as long as the bearings are not completely worn out.

The vast majority of people do not have the opportunity to choose their own destiny.

But now, the former glory of the Christopher family will gradually fade away.

Just like an old machine, there comes a time when it stops working.

Angelia.

The meaning of your life should not be defined by others.

At the same time, one should not be hindered by memories that are not worth remembering.

Life is like this.

Wherever we go.

We should all understand that memory is a road without end, and all the past springs no longer exist.

But the next spring day.

It will also return again after the Siberian winter snow is melted by the warm sun that is gradually pulled closer to the heliotropia.

Su Wen held the umbrella and tilted it towards the girl.

Half of his body gradually became wet.

But he didn't mind.

Just walk away along the bank of the Moscow River.

After one hour.

The heavy rain gradually reduced the frequency of the falls.

The night was less dark with sparse raindrops.

The neon lights in the distance flickered in the rain and fog, and were actually quite dazzling.

For Su Wen.

It is probably rare for Jiangnan to have such a heavy rain in early winter.

If there is, it is probably in late summer. Every rainy day, the rain falls through the dense branches and leaves, with a slight tapping sound.

There are still differences between North Asia and Jiangnan.

One hour and twenty minutes later.

Angelica brought Su Wen to the door of a quiet cottage in Moscow.

She knocked lightly on the door.

No one responded.

But the girl no longer felt as alienated as she had before when she stood at the door of Christopher Manor. She took out the key and opened the door.

The cabin is not big, only two stories high.

The house is filled with solid wood furniture, and there are exquisite plant decorations hung in many places as embellishments.

As the door switch was pressed, warm lights came on quietly.

then.

Angelica hung her coat at the door and looked at the photo of her mother with a gentle smile on the wall behind her under the light of the living room.

Thinking of what Su Wen just said.

The girl mustered up her courage.

Said those words again.

However, this time, there was less alienation in his words, but a little more tenderness:

"I am back."

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Three hours later.

Su Wen stood by the glass balcony on the second floor.

The girl was lying in the house, soundly asleep.

Until just now, he had been with the girl, holding her hand until Angelica fell asleep.

have to say.

This girl's sleeping face is really beautiful.

But while guarding.

Su Wen couldn't help but hear some of Angelica's sweet mumblings:

"Mr. Kevin, you are really handsome."

"Thank you for all the time, you're a good person."

"Don't leave."

. . .

Although he knew that this Good Guy Card was probably different from the ones he already knew, Su Wen was still speechless. He smiled and sighed.

Then he closed the glass door gently.

Simultaneously.

The deacon was leaning against the wall, listening to the sound of rain dripping from the eaves.

Watching the dark black clouds gradually disappearing in the distant sky.

I also opened the message I received on my phone.

"What do you want in exchange for the information on the K20 train?"

Message sender:

【Leander Christopher Duke】

Watch this message.

Su Wen understood.

The chess piece in his hand has already been placed.

The relationship between the two was already bad, so there was no need for any polite words.

Su Wen replied succinctly:

“Help Angelica regain her inheritance.

Mr. Duke, I can tell you clearly that this is one of the contents of the contract with her.

but me.

There happens to be no custom of violating contracts.”

(End of this chapter)